Glitter Bitches!
Thursday, March 4, 2010 at 8:06AM I’m a huge fan of being on the pranker side of a good prank. Although, when you choose that route in life, you so very often become the prankee, which requires humility, humor, grace, and the rare ability to not get such an itchy trigger finger. Qualities I’m so very far from mastering.
The other day, the wifey stopped off at a grocery store to look for a type of tea that might help curb her appetite.
So she buys “Dieter’s Green Herbal Tea,” a Triple Leaf Tear-brand product. She goes to work, heats up some water, drops the tea-bag in, lets it sit all day, and slowly sips her delicious, thinning, super tea. Later that day, she (how do I put this delicately?) throws-up out her ass for hours and can’t figure out why.
After recalling her day and doing a little detective Google research, she found out this type of tea is a super ninja natural laxative stuff. And the longer you leave the tea-bag in the water, the harsher it is on your system.
All I could think was: Holy shit this is the greatest freakin’ prank tea in the entire world!
And as I drifted off to sleep that night, I couldn’t help but reminisce about other wonderful and memorable pranks I’ve pulled off or experienced…
Glitter Bitches!
Before our children were born one of my wife’s college roommates came up for a visit. So naturally we threw a party. Tons of people were hanging in the backyard, good music, great beers and wine, tons of laughing… I’m sitting on a lawn chair, half-shnockered when the wifey’s lovely and talented roommate calmly walks by me, stop, turns, and shoots both her hands towards me like a crazed spiritual healer and yells “Glitter Bitches!”
Within a matter of 1.3 seconds, I was covered from head to toe with glitter. To this day, I still find a random flake of glitter in my clothes.
You have a message!
During my first job I was a writer for a weekly newspaper. Small staff, no budget, two phone lines, no answering machine, and the editor’s mother was our receptionist. After returning from an interview, there would undoubtedly be a stack of pink phone message thingy’s that have who called, why, when, and return number on them.
Occasionally, I’d leave one on my editor’s desk with an important person’s name and reason they called. Then the beauty of the prank comes in. I’d put 1-800-, and then make up a three letter word, followed by a four letter word that was sexual—HOTT-SEX, BIG-TITS, GAY-LOVE—find the corresponding numbers for those letters and wha-la! So his message would be like, “Mayor XYZ called with some interesting information, call him back at 1-800-244-8487.” (Go ahead, call the number!)
I Love You, Come Meet Me
By far the most vicious prank I pulled was while I was in college. The interweb machine thingy was still somewhat new to college campuses and chat rooms were all the rage in the late 90s. I found a buddy of mine’s chat room “handle,” and decided to mess with him by creating a female name and going after him for some hardcore loving. The boy immediately got hooked to this mistress of sexiness I created. The entire dorm hallway knew about it and would pack my room for days as I’d chat with the boy for hours at a time. Finally, a sense of remorse came over me and I decided to end it by asking if he wanted to meet me in person. When he said “yes,” I said, “then come on down to room G18 in your dorm and I’ll be waiting.”
Sadly, the boy knew he’d been had, walked downstairs to our hallway, and took the hard pill to swallow of 30+ guys howling and laughing at him. A month later, I got another guy with the same prank. Funny thing is, the guy I got, was in on the prank the first time I did it.
So many good stories and pranks could be told, but I’ll save those for another post, or to share with the boy before he goes off to college. They make life memorable. Besides, everyone should be able to at least tell one story in their lives that involves the phrase, “glitter bitches!”
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Reader Comments (13)
Yeah, but....the tea worked...kind of. LOL. and no I will not call that number! hahaha
HAH!!!!!!! I LOVE pranks. LOVE THEM!! I'll be thinking about "GLITTER BITCHES" all day. LOL!!!! Thank you. :)
i knew it was you the whole time. dick.
Dying at "Glitter Bitches"...that is by far the best one ever!
Holy hell, I so just need to run around screaming "glitter bitches" today. BTW, found you via twitter and you make me laugh till I pee every day...thanks!
Glitter Bitches, CLASSIC story. Keeping that one in my pocket nothing like a drunk 40 year old mom of two screaming "GLITTER BITCHES" to stir up the neighborhood block party! Yay!
As a member of A Vapid Blonde's "Gliiter Gang Bangers" , I assure you, there will now be bloggers across the nation torturing men with glitter and cursing you!!! Way to take one for the team then pass it along.. You are truly a rock star!!
I am a firm believer that being on the pranking side of a prank is WAY better than being on the punking side of a prank.
I just ran across your blog and dig it. I'm adding you to my Dad Blogs blogroll and will definitely be checking this out on a regular basis. Nice job, son...
Mayor Big Tits is up for re election.
Glitter Bitches, ha ha ha ha ha........
I can alway count on you for a laugh!
Love the pranks!! I've done the"I love you" one myself - a classic!
Glitter Bitch is totally going to happen to one of my unsuspecting friends. That`s good shit right there.
OMG! The Poo Tea! It's awful, awful stuff.