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Best April Fool's Joke EVER!

I am not one who is generally clever enough to think up funny April Fool's Jokes that will actually work. However, one year I pulled the best, and I'll be reliving that for your reading pleasure and my own self-satisfaction. Since today I could not think of one.

About nine years ago, Muh Main Man had a .... procedure ... to ensure we would not have any more children. He did not, however, go for the recommended follow up to verify that the procedure was successful. If you get my drift. I hounded him and threatened him for months, to no avail.

About three years later, a close girlfriend of mine found out she was pregnant. This happened just a couple of months before April 1, so she still had her pregnancy test. Those things show the positive lines for EVER. Just for your future reference, in case you ever need to know.

So I borrowed it. I waited for the big day to arrive and sneaked into the bathroom and laid it on Muh Main Man's side of the counter. I can't even describe the shock on the face of the guy that was about to make an emergency appointment with the urologist. Hee Hee. Hee.

Unfortunately, I'm as bad at hiding the laugh as I am at thinking up the jokes, so it didn't take him long to figure out that I was up to something. However, I will say that I have laughed every single April 1 since then.

Comments

Mary Ellen said…
That story made me laugh the first time I heard it...and I still find it highly amusing!
4/02/2008 7:57 AM
Allana Martian said…
Ha! Very good joke to pull on a very unsuspecting male! I tried and tried to come up with a prank to pull on someone and just couldn't muster up any ideas. I should have searched the net for ideas!
4/02/2008 2:39 PM
Unknown said…
Oh Jennifer, that was just too funny!
4/03/2008 2:52 PM
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