# Your favourite April Fools **URL:** \ **Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\ **Created:** [March 27, 2005, 1:53pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/your-favourite-april-fools/296459 "2005-03-27T13:53:32Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 1\ **Page:** 1
**Author:** ![MrFantsyPants](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/m/7ba0ec/32.png) [@MrFantsyPants](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/MrFantsyPants)\ **Post date:** [March 27, 2005, 1:53pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/your-favourite-april-fools/296459/1 "2005-03-27T13:53:32Z")
Just a few days to go before April Fools… I figured I’d relate my favourite practical joke, although the props really need to go to my wife, evil genius that she is. A few years ago, my wife and I owned a small business. One of our best friends, Jack, worked with us, and had just started a relationship with a girl, Heather, at the other end of the country. He was heading out there to spend a long weekend with her over April 1st. We had only met Heather a couple of times when we received an email from her, explaining her plan. She figured it would be fun to play a practical joke on Jack, and she wanted our help. We were to call him up, early on the first, and explain that he had fucked up something at work, and we needed him to get his ass back to the office and make it right. Now, sitting around, discussing this, we decided that there must be some way to improve the prank, and so shortly before Jack got on the plane we paid him a visit, and explained our plan. This is how is went down… (warning, some profanity) > [@](#): > > _8am, April 1st. Jack & Heather still in bed, groggy from a late night out. > Ring, Ring._ > \*\*Heather: \*\*uh, hello? > \*\*Me: \*\*Hey Heather, sorry to wake you up. It’s MrFantsyPants. I really need to talk to Jack. > \*\*Heather: \*\*oh, okay, hold on a sec. > _(phone get’s put down. muffled sound of Jack being woken up)_ > \*\*Jack: \*\*_(somewhat angry)_ What do you want? > \*\*Me: \*\*Hey, the CDs that you put together didn’t pass verification. You forgot to put the right DLLs on them. I need you to fix it before Monday > \*\*Jack: \*\*No, fuck man, I’m on vacation. You fix it. > \*\*Me: \*\*You’re the one that screwed it up. I need you to get on the next plane back and fix this before the client gets pissed. > \*\*Jack: \*\*No Fucking way! Jesus Christ FantsyPants, who the hell do you think you are? \*(getting angrier and angrier) \*You know what! I’m fucking tired of you and your fucking bullshit, you slimy piece of shit… > _(Heather, meanwhile, is turning whiter and whiter in the background)_ > \*_Jack: \*\*\* (yelling at the top of his voice now)_ …you keep pulling this shit on me, you treat me crap, you damn fat smelly fuckhead! You are the worst fucking boss I’ve ever had, and now you have the fucking nerve to try and cut my goddamn vacation short! This is the last fucking straw, you rat bastard! > _(at this point, Heather is trying desperately to wrestle the phone away from Jack)_ > \*\*Jack: \*\*I quit, you prick! You can shove this fucking job up your enormous ass _(Jack slams the phone down)_ Apparently, once he turned around, and saw how utterly horrified Heather was, he couldn’t stifle the laughter, and the next time we met Heather, I got a good solid smack upside the head. (MrsFantsyPants got off scott-free, although it was largely her idea, go figure) Anyone else got one that they’re particularly proud of?