Jokesters

A friend and I were discussing practical jokes and I described a series of events that my friend Reebs and I executed as a prank on our pal Dickinator.

After returning to our alma mater for homecoming weekend, Reebs and I returned to our home in Washington DC. We had in our possession a brassiere that Dickinator had left behind when she departed our dear college campus for her home in Boston.

Rather than send the lacey black bra directly back to Dickinator, Reebs and I decided to have a little fun with it. Imagine being in Dickinator's position, home in Boston and receiving her bra in the mail, with a note explaining that she had left it behind and that it was so great seeing her after so many months apart.

Imagine the next week when a package of photographs arrives, each photo depicting her bra in a different location in our home. On the front porch. In a blender. In Reebs's room. In Panda!!!!'s room. Affixed to a lampshade. Draped seductively over some cans of tuna.

Then, imagine a week later when another package of photographs arrives, this time with the bra in various locations around our nation's capitol. In front of the White House. With the Washington Monument in the background. At Panda!!!!'s place of employment!

But it didn't end there! The following week, Dickinator received yet another package of photographs. This time, her undergarment was being worn by complete strangers. Panda!!!!'s swim teammates! Random people at our Halloween party! A former classmate! Somehow, the bra even ended up in Panda!!!!'s and Reebs's mouths.

Ah Internets, we were silly kids with time on our hands. Still, it made for a series of great photographs!