Our friend Chrissie initiated regularly scheduled game nights b/c they're always a blast, but had been few & far between for quite awhile. So every-other-Wednesday we get together to drink wine & play games. This time it was our turn to host game night at our house, so I grilled up some hot dogs & we settled in w/ the wine and the game, and all was as it should be. Until halfway through the game when I had the bright idea that we should TP another friend's house.
I'm sure by now you're not only questing my maturity, but also wondering how in the hell this ties in w/ the weekly prompt. To that I say: 1) you're only NOW questioning that?! and 2) quit being so pushy. I'm getting to the point!
|The Pink Flamingos maiden shopping voyage|
9 of us piled into our 7 seat van (Chrissie & I rode in the trunk area), hit the dollar store for supplies, then cased our target's house by driving past it 3 times. We saw the curtains in their front window were open, but we were able to park up the street a little & approach from the side so as not to be caught. We parked, jumped out, and proceeded to unravel nearly 24 rolls of toilet paper on our poor friend's van & yard. I wrote "love you buddy" and "fist bump" on the windows of his van in shaving cream. (The term "love you buddy, fist bump" is a group joke. We say that after we've just insulted a friend to let them know it's all in fun.) As a parting gift (as if tp & shaving cream weren't enough), Chrissie's boyfriend stuck a pink flamingo yard decoration into the ground & I left a douche on his windshield. Then we ran back to our getaway vehicle before our unsuspecting friend knew what hit him.
|For that "not so fresh" feeling!|
We received threats of retaliation, gave our group a name, "The Pink Flamingos", and agreed it was the most epic game night we had ever had. I don't know who the stranger was that took over my body & suggested such a crazy plan, but I'm glad they showed up. That stranger has an open invitation to all game nights from here on out!!