Pet Potbellied Pig Pet Potbellied Pig Pet Potbellied Pig...

Once, when I was thirteen years old...no, don't stop reading! This is a good one! Seriously, my sister Meegan e-mailed this picture to me after reading my post about the Escort. I had COMPLETELY forgotten about this prank we pulled on her. Lisa, her boyfriend at the time (Ralph), and I decided it would be the funniest thing in the world if we filled the Escort with packing peanuts. And so we did. It seemed really funny at the time. Packing peanuts + static cling= one friggin' big mess for Meegan. She claims that we gave her money to vacuum the car out. I don't know about that. What kind of prank is it if you help the victim clean up the mess? That's not a prank, that's just making a mess and then paying for someone to clean it up. Anyhoo, here's me at the scene of the crime acting like an innocent bystander, and The Escort in all of her glory:

I guess I'm in the mood to reminisce about past pranks... there was this other time, my friend Kat and I kidnapped Ralph's (yep, the same ex-boyfriend) pet potbellied pig [try saying that five times, fast] and left a pound of bacon in it's place along with a ransom note demanding a stick of Secret Spring Fresh scent deodorant and a tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream in exchange for the pig. I can't remember how that one worked out. I do remember that the pig had a serious attitude problem, though.