I'm not a prank guy. I know that makes me zero fun whatsoever, but it's just never made that much sense to me; the entire essence of pranks is bizarre to me. Hey, let's call someone up on the phone and put them into a compromising conversation/infuriate them by being irritating and they're going to have no idea they're being made fun of even though there's no context at all nor a framework to allow them to understand they're being made the victims of a joke!

I don't have a moral objection to it, I'm just incredibly bizarre to me. Like I said, I know that makes me the least fun person on the planet, but it's one of those things that makes me feel like I'm an alien from another planet, or the character on the sitcom who comes from some remote island country and is entirely unaware of contemporary social mores and trends and eats rabbit and mint jelly sandwiches or whatever. Like Mork, or Balki.

That being said, I can appreciate the work, thought, and effort that goes into orchestrating an elaborate prank. Writing messages on potato, though? Yeah, you lost me again.

Check out the story below.

 

More From WRRV-WRRB