I instantly knew it was one of theirs. So I get the rabbit away from my dog, I take it inside, wash all the dirt off and before my neighbors got home I took it over, put him back in the cage and went back home.
Not 30 minutes later I hear my neighbors screaming, so I go out and ask them what’s wrong?
They tell me their rabbit died three days ago and they buried it but now it’s back in the cage!
My old boss used to commute by train to work every day. He started reading The Exorcist on the way in to make the journey go a little quicker. He mentioned one day that he thought it was the evilest book he’d ever read. In fact, he said it was so evil he couldn’t finish it. On the weekend he went to the local pier and threw as far into the ocean as he could.
I went to the bookshop and bought another copy. I then ran it under the tap so it was nice and wet and put it in his desk draw for him to find.
How about the high school senior prank where they released three pigs in the school, numbered 1, 2, and 4. Staff spent all day searching for pig number 3…
