I am really, all evidence to the contrary, a fairly even-tempered man [quit yer sniggering, it’s true]. Whenever people who only know me from this website meet me in person, they’re all astonished to discover that I’m quietly-spoken, placid and quick to laugh or chuckle at life’s many little hassles. Even behind the wheel, I am not — and never have been — prone to road rage; automotive dick-headedness will almost always just get a shake of the head and a quiet “What an asshole” from me.
The one thing, however, which is guaranteed to turn me into an instantly-violent psychopath is pranking, whether in public or in private. I don’t play pranks on people — I actually think it’s a form of cruelty — and I have absolutely no tolerance for pranksters. (And for any who want to test that, having read this, please don’t. It will not end well for you.)
So when I watched this video at the Knuckledragger’s place, my response was immediate — I roared with laughter, frightening New Wife out of her chair in the next room.
All pranksters should meet a similar fate, or worse.