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Apr
2nd
2015

IT'S STILL APRIL FOOL'S SOMEWHERE · 4:37am Apr 2nd, 2015

Super-last minute, forgot-about-it-until-just-now, APRIL FOOLS STORY TIME!

Hey story time:

So, my dad and I used to get really into April Fool's Day. It started with the Birthday Cake Incident.

My b-day's on the third, so when I turned twelve, my relatives came up and we wound up celebrating it on April Fool's. Cake, candles, presents—the whole shebang. My dad and my aunt brought the cake out to me, and once I blew out the candles, my dad handed me the knife and went "You're twelve now! Time for you to start cutting your own cake."

So I did.

I cut that cake for a minute straight. I pressed the knife down; nothing happened. I pressed harder—still nothing. I eventually wound up desperately sawing at it, horribly, horribly embarrassed. My dad and aunt were dying of laughter, when I noticed that under a bit of the icing I had scraped off, the cake was green. The brilliant jerks had iced a piece of foam, stuck candles in it, and served it to me.

The next year, April 1st was a Sunday—the day we always brought my dad Starbucks. I got the barista to give me an empty cup and lid, filled it up with hot water, and gave that to him instead of a mocha. Revenge was mine.

The next year, he snuck into my bedroom at one in the morning and set my alarm off, (as though I was late for school) but I woke up before he could shake me awake, and started screaming bloody murder because I opened my eyes and there was a shadowy figure standing over my bed like a nighttime murder villain or something I mean come on I was terrified. So he startled the everliving crap out of me, but then I scared him with my horror movie-worthy, bloodcurdling screech.

So we've been even for a while.

Pics or it did't happen I can't make this crap up; I'll see if we have any pictures of the Foam Cake of Frustration, but in the meantime enjoy the cessation of tomfoolery.

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LOL

Also, pics are fun, but I'm here for stories, not judging whether or not you tell the truth XD.

That's awesome.

Sounds fun. The tomfoolery in my quarters was rather subdued, which is nice since doing last minute BABSCon stuff.

2936244 Oh, you're going? I'm so jealous; have fun!!

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