Barack Osama? – Ooops! Was it an honest mistake?

Barack Osama?

Barack Osama?

According to CNN’s Political Ticker Blog, this Rensselaer County (near Albany, NY) ballot was accidentally printed with Barack Obama’s name mispelled.  Hmmm… What do you think?  Was it an honest mistake?  Was it a freudian slip? Depending on your view of things, this could be filed under extremely funny or extremely disturbing.  Let me know what you think about it in the comment section. 

1 Aerosol Hairspray Can + 1 Lighter = 1 Less Eyebrow

Example of Aerosol CanThis has got to be one of the funniest stories you will ever read.  Picturing the events in my head, which I am about to reveal, causes me to start laughing all over again.  Oh my gosh!  I can’t wait to relate this story to you. 

Ok, if you’ve never tried this before, please don’t say that you read it on my blog, because I will flat out deny it.  If you spray a can of aerosol hairspray slightly above the flame of a lighter, you will instantly have your very own, and might I add, very dangerous flame thrower (do not try this at home).  I think you gathered from the title of this article where this is headed, but the way it happened is almost one of those, you wouldn’t believe it unless you saw it kind of stories.

So, let’s set the scene.  I’m in college, the same one my brother is attending, the same college where  I got away with The Best Practical Joke I Ever Played.  It’s after 11:00 pm at night and I had been over at his apartment visiting.  I had gotten to know his roommates really well by this time, so I didn’t think it strange to be hanging around after he went to bed.  My brother’s roommate, Kevin and I found one of those huge aerosol hair spray cans, the kind that are forbidden now as carry-ons as they can be considered a terrorist weapon.The Lighter

We started messing around with the usual, light the lighter and spray flames half-way across the room.  We took it into the bedroom where now 2 of my brother’s other roommates had already retired for the night.  Apparently, one of them had fallen completely asleep, because when we sprayed the can over the lighter in his direction, he woke up to massive flames licking at his face.  Needless to say, he was extremely horrified, whoops!  But… nothing happened to him, the flames weren’t even close, they just appeared close because he woke up to them coming his direction.   So, the story continues…

Kevin and I, realizing that no one in that room was in the mood for fun decided to take our “amusement in a can” elsewhere.  We went outside through the sliding glass door and started spraying hairspray on the large glass pane of the door.  We would spray it and then light it.  Very cool display of lingering flames that would dance around the window, but you didn’t learn that one from me either.

Now, this is where the story gets interesting and then very entertaining, to me anyway, since I’m not the one who lost the eyebrow.  So, Kevin and I find a large gallon sized glass bottle.  Some people would refer to it as a jug due to the large body with a rather small neck.  This particular type of bottle works extremely well for this nGallon sized glass jugext trick professional demonstration. 

We sprayed the hairspray into the bottle and then lit the fumes coming out of the bottle.  The ensuing display of pyrotechnics is something I’ll never forget.  Apparently, the fumes are more flammable than the liquid itself.  So… lighting the hairspray fumes causes a sort of jet engine type propulsion of flames accompanied by the sound of a mighty rushing wind.  And, the more you spray in the bottle before you light it, the higher the flames go.  Boy, were we having fun!  I figure I need a disclaimer about now…

Disclaimer:  Do not attempt any of these stunts!

Now, believe it or not, both Kevin and I, using extreme caution,  managed to survive the night without loosing an eyebrow.  So, you are wondering who did?  Ok, the next day, I was at Cheerleader practice (yes, they call the males yell leaders – you can read more about my awesome experience here – My Story) and all of the sudden I see Kevin come riding up on his motorcycle.  He is laughing so hard, he can barely control the bike.  He literally has tears in his eyes when he pulls up and says, “Get on, Get on… you have to come see this!”  I have no idea what he is talking about, and he is laughing so hard that he can’t even get any words out except, “You, ha, ha, ha, have, ha, ha, ha, to, ha, see this, ah, hah, ha, ha, hah!”  By the time he got that out, we had arrived at the apartment. 

I walked up to the large sliding glass window to see my brother, sheepishly approaching from the inside.  One of his eyebrows, along with all of his lashes, were completely missing and the front half of his hair was singed so badly that when he touched it, it simply crumpled into pieces and floated to the floor.  Oh, my gosh!  Kevin, upon seeing my brother’s smirk, instantly falls on the ground laughing… it’s infectious, because, now, I could not hold back my laughter either and joined Kevin on the ground laughing so hard, I thought I was going to relieve myself on the spot.

After 5 minutes or so, of side-splitting laughter, we were soon joined by my brother himself.  We realized we had drawn somewhat of a crowd.  You’d stop too, to find out what is so funny, if you saw 3 college aged males rolling on the ground laughing their heads off.  Wiping the tears away from our eyes, we sat up, only to look at my brother’s face one more time and head straight back into another round of laughter.  They say, laughter is good for the soul.  I agree… it’s also a serious work-out. 

Apparently, Kevin had told my brother about our little escapade the night before and my brother wanted to try it for himself.  Having already told my brother that the more you spray, the farther up the flames shoot, my brother is determined to find out the hard way.  While he proceeds to empty the last half of the can into the bottle, Kevin tried to warn him, again, that he should back up and approach the situation from the side.  But, my stubborn brother, doesn’t listen and decides to watch the display from directly over top of the bottle.  I don’t think he even got the lighter very close to the bottle before the flames erupted and shot straight up, engulfing the left half of his head in flames.  Fortunately, due to his quick reaction, all he lost was an eyebrow, his eyelashes and some hair on his head.

I look back now, at the silliness of our youth, and wonder sometimes how we ever made through life alive.  I thank God daily that I am still alive and I count my blessings, everyday, that I never killed myself, or somebody else,  with some of the stupid stunts that I pulled.  I hope you enjoyed the story and have learned that this is not something that should be repeated.  Let my brother be the example, had that bottle exploded, one of us could have been seriously injured, or killed.  Oh, the things we don’t think of as young, bull-headed males.

The Best Practical Joke I Ever Played

This is one of the funniest (and kind of mean-*cringe*) pratical jokes I have ever played on someone.  In order to set the scene, you have to understand that my Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (see this link for a list of Blogs – with links – categorized by the authors MBTI) states that I am an ESFP.  This tells you right up front, what type of personality I am to pull off such a prank.

Knowing from my personality type that I’m usually the last one to leave the party, or the conversation, and I’m also a night owl, it wouldn’t be too hard for you to understand that when I was in college, I would routinely return to my dorm room, to get a couple hours of sleep, around 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning.

On this particular night, or should I say morning, I came back to my room to find my roommate, Don, sound asleep.  No surprise there.  We barely saw each other due to the fact that he was always asleep when I came in and he aWhat time is it?lways left in the morning before I would regain consciousness.

I decided to turn his alarm clock forward so that he would think it was around 8:00 am instead of 2:00 am.  Once I manipulated his clock I then recruited the help of my willing cohort, Steve, who had just been hanging out with me in the lobby a few minutes earlier. 

I turned the light on, and took my shirt off, so that I could be putting it on as I woke my roommate to ask him if he was going to go to class that day.  He couldn’t believe that he had slept in.  What happened to his alarm clock he wondered.  I could tell be the way he was examining it closely, he was wondering why his alarm had failed him.

Just then, my hired help, Steve, came walking down the hall and poked his head in our room and asked if I was going to breakfast.   I think this was the probably the key factor that caused my roommate (who at this point was worried he was going to be late for class) to jump out of bed and grab his shampoo and towel and head straight down the hall to the showers.

My partner in crime and I couldn’t believe it.  He actually bought it hook, line and sinker.  We were laughing so hard that we had to run down the hall to the other restroom for fear that my roommate would hear us.  OK, so now what.  Don is in the shower.  It wouldn’t be long before he comes back to the room and there we would be guilty as charged.

However, I decided that the best way to handle the situation was to return his clock to the actual position of 2:06 am, turn off the light and hop into my bed.  I had said goodbye to Steve and told him I would fill him in on the details the next day. 

Sure enough, within a few minutes, my roommate returned from the shower.  He opened the door and flipped the light on.  No quicker had he turned the light on, when he flipped it off.  It was the only kind thing to do, since afterall, I was asleep in bed, or so he thought.

Once the light was off, I was able to open my eyes and see what he was up to.  He must have sat there in the dark and stared at his alarm clock for a good 3-4 minutes.  I’m sure that he wondering what had just happened to him.  I didn’t say a word, and he didn’t ask me anything.  He simply took his school clothes off, and crawled back in to bed.

I laid there waiting for the question.  I couldn’t imagine that he wasn’t the least bit curious.  My mind started to wander.   Hmmmm… maybe he was plotting his revenge.  Oh, no, what had I done.   Was I going to, now, have to live in fear that the other shoe was going to drop at any moment.  My mind continued to wander and it wasn’t long before I thought myself to sleep, not realizing that I had even fallen asleep until I aroused the next morning.

Upon regaining my awareness to my surroundings, I look around the room to see if he had set any traps for me.  Hmmm… nothing out of the ordinary.  Was he waiting outside the door?  I slowly opened the door and peeked around the corner.  The hall was empty and all I could her was a couple of buddies chatting it up around the corner.  Don, was no where to be found.Breakfast with Friends

Confused, I jumped in the shower, purposefully checking to make sure that it was shampoo in the bottle and not Nair.  Everything seemed to be perfectly fine.  I arrived at the cafeteria and with normal reckless abandon grabbed a plateful of the most appetizing things available, which usually ended up being a bowl of cereal and some toast or toasted waffles. 

I found a table of some friends and preceeded to tell them what had happened the night before when they all started laughing hysterically.  Now, I thought it funny myself, but not to deserve this reaction.  Curious, I asked, what it was that was so funny.  One of them spoke up and said, “Don, was just here and told us he had a dream last night that it was time to get up and it seemed so real to him that he actually got up and took a shower.  He said it must have been a dream, because when he got back to the room, it was actually just after 2:00 in the morning and his roomate was still asleep in bed.”

Suddenly it became clear to me, why there had been no revenge plotted.  He didn’t even realize that I had done anything.  Oh, my gosh!  I couldn’t believe it!  Well, I eventually caught up with Don, as I now felt bad and wanted him to hear the truth from me, rather than hearing it from someone else making it look like I had been bragging about it all over campus, although I had.  I couldn’t believe it when I told him what I had done, he actually started laughing himself.  He thought it was hillarious and couldn’t believe I had thought of that.  He said he wasn’t upset at all… or was he?


** I must give Wendy Friedrich credit for jogging my memory of this great prank.  She started a great discussion thread on BlogCatalog about “Practical Jokes”.  Thanks Wendy!