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Originally Posted by Table 5
2. A friend of ours (lets call him Pedro, the same guy from #1) was a bit of a goth/punk kid who was sort of in a "I hate everyone" phase at the end of grade 12. Pretty much anything beyond dark and evil was lame to him. When it came time for graduation year books, we all had to think up some words to have displayed by our name (and then drop off our form with the paragraph in the basket by the office). Taking matters into our own hands, a friend and i decided to follow Pedro as he dropped off his form, and then proceded to take out his, and make up our own for him (since there was nobody really checking these, it was easy to do) The funny thing was another friend of ours had the same idea for a prank to pull on Pedro, and slipped in a form as well for him. I have no idea how it happened, but whoever was processing the forms decided to word-mesh our paragraphs together. When the shiny yearbooks came out a few months later, Pedro was horrified to find out that instead of his own dark phrase, the paragraph under his name was declaring his special heart-felt love for his mom and dad, and how this was such a special moment in his life. Needless to say, he spent the rest of the week going around the school, hopelessly trying to mark out his section.
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Funny thing you mention that one. I did the exact same thing to a buddy of ours who was getting vein with the weighlifting, and was the type of guy who'd talk about hot girls to us guys, but when girls were around, he'd be quiet as a mouse. He was an immigrant with a THICK accent. In the final yearbook of our Highschool years, we wrote something like, "to all the ladies, you know where to find the big man with the muscles" and ended it really cheesy. When we opened our yearbooks a few months later to find it in there, it was an instant classic around the school and we still talk about it until this day (he still doesn't know who did it)
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