I have had this friend since we were in 8th grade. We pranked each other until we were in our 30's. I believe we stopped because getting kicked in the balls hurts worse and longer the older you get. That was not the prank but sometimes we pushed it too far and one of us would go Kamakazi. When we were in high school he drove a 1956 Chevy Apache pick up. He was giving me a ride home and I got to the parking lot first. I turned the windshield wiper knob to on position. Then I spent a half hour gathering grasshoppers. I put a dozen or more under each wiper blade. When he started the truck the windshield was smeared green. I had to walk home that day. It was worth it.
God thinks it's fun to confuse primates. Larsen's God!
