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Its not too early to start planning. At least not for the really good stunts–you know, the car on the roof, the furniture glued to the ceiling. I thought I’d get the ball rolling by sharing the best gag I pulled off. Perhaps it will inspire you. And I know you guys are stingy with your comments, but how about sharing some of your own best gags. I need some new tricks for this year!
When I was graduating high school in the small town in Missouri where I grew up, I knew I was off to Ohio for college. My dad had been transferred to Toledo. My brother had just gotten married. There wasn’t a ton of money, but the folks really wanted me to pick a school close to their new home. So I picked Bowling Green. I figured if I hated it I could go somewhere else after a year. But those are other stories.
I grew up in the middle of the Bible Belt and church was an every Sunday morning and Sunday night thing. We were Methodists, but I was great friends with a lot of folks that had started a new church in town. I had become friends with the young pastor of that church and he invited me to go out for pizza one night before I was to graduate and head north.
So I set it all up. He came by to pick me up and we headed toward one of the 2 pizza places in town. We were chatting away, but only a few blocks from my house flashing red and blue lights suddenly appeared in the rear view mirror. My friend John swallowed an expletive and pulled over, wondering what in the world he had done wrong. He rolled down his window and spoke quickly to the officer that approached his window, flashlight in hand.
“Hi officer, what’s the problem?” he said.
The stone faced cop just stared at him and gave him the “license and registration, please” thing.
John began shuffling through his pockets and glove box to retrieve the documents.
“Why are you bothering us?” I asked. “He wasn’t speeding. I think you’re just being an asshole!”
John about jumped out of his seat as he turned to stare at me with his jaw on his chest. He whispered a “shut up.”
“No, I’m not shutting up,” I said. “He IS being an asshole.”
“I think I need to see some identification from you, too,” the cop said.
“Why?” I screamed.
“Step out of the car, please,” he said, staring at me.
John reached for the handle even before I did, but the cop slammed a hand down on the door and told him to stay put. I opened the door and got out, walking around to the front of the car. The cop came and met me half way.
We jawed at each other for what was probably just a few seconds. Then I pushed him. He came right back at me and grabbed me, wrestling me to the ground. The headlights spotlighted our show for John.
He sat in the car, mouth open, trying to say something. But nothing came out. We rolled around on the ground for another few seconds before we couldn’t handle it anymore and both broke out laughing. even then, it took John a few more ticks to realize he was being jobbed. By the time he got out of the car, my cousin the cop and I were rolling on the ground laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe.
It was the best! It was probably May, so technically this one doesn’t count. But it was fun.
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