I realized tonight that I’ve become old. The stuff I did in high school is apparently no longer as cool as it used to be. Putting the school up for sale and rolling people’s cars have been ousted as the popular pranks. By what you ask?
Forking.
I was minding my business and talking to a load of lovely ladies online when, long story short… I discover Lydia, Rachel, Lucas, and 3 more Woods attempting to fork my yard. If you’re not familiar with this jovial new sport, just imagine your yard flamingoed. Now change those unsightly avians to disposable eating utensils. That’s right. Your imagination has just been forked.
Fortunately I was able to foil this plot with less effort than picking up 8 gas stations’ worth of throwaway dinnerware. And it gave me something to write about.
The moral of the story: stay awake longer than potential prankers.