This is a tale of an old prank I pulled back in college.  If you know the story, stick around anyway for the fun new epilogue!  I should start off by saying that I have self-censored the story a bit, for the sole reason being that I don’t want to bring traffic to this site by people searching for this one particular phrase. So, the words in question will be replaced with the initials GP. If you don’t know what it means and are curious, just shoot me an email.

Back in 2001, in my senior year of college, I was involved in a good-natured prank war with my friend Daron. I’ll spare you all of the details, but we had gone back and forth for a while, with Daron, towards the end of the school year, coming into my apartment (one of my roommates let him in), taking down all of my posters and leaving my walls bare. One could argue that he had in fact done me a favor, seeing as how I would soon need to take all of that junk down anyway when I moved out, but I was still determined to strike back.

Daron hit me where I lived, so I wanted to do the same to him. I didn’t have much time, but I did have one opportunity; Daron, his roommate, and some other friends were going on a camping trip for the weekend. Before they left, I came over to Daron’s place to hang out, and sneakily grabbed his apartment keys. I excused myself, had copies made, and returned the keys to his dresser without anyone noticing. The stage was set for the ultimate prank.

When Daron was away, I grabbed my roommate Clint, and he and I set out to redecorate Daron’s room. Our first stop was to head downtown to buy tons and tons of GP. Was that embarrassing? Sure. But it was worth it.

GP in hand, we let ourselves in to Daron’s place and got to work. We put GP all over the walls, on the ceiling, and on his desk. We even put GP on top of other GP, so when he’d pull down one piece, there would be another waiting for him. But then we got to thinking, “Sure, it’ll be funny when Daron comes home and sees his room wallpapered in GP. But we should make it so he’s finding GP for a long time.”

So Clint and I got creative. We put GP in his pants pockets. Winter jacket sleeves. His game of trivial pursuit. His beloved rolled up Simpsons poster. And anywhere else we could think of. It was truly a great night for prankdom.

The next day, on Daron’s way home, he met up with his father;he was going to help Daron pack up his stuff for the end of the year. So when Daron walked into his room, covered wall to wall with GP, his dad was there too. Daron told me his dad knew it was a prank, but I have to believe that somewhere he was wondering if it really was in fact his son’s extensive GP collection.

It was a pretty funny prank, and over the next few weeks, at random and inopportune moments, Daron would stumble upon some GP we had tucked away for him. Each time I heard of that happening, I became even prouder of my pranking skills.

Flash forward to 2011 – TEN YEARS AFTER this prank was first pulled.  I get a text from Daron, telling me that he was going to change a picture out of a picture frame.  When he took off the back of the frame, what do you suppose he found?  GP.  FROM A DECADE AGO.  Now I’m not affiliated with Guinness, but I have to think that this HAS to be some sort of record.  I mean, right?  My ego was already pretty overblown because of this prank, but after getting Daron’s text, I think it is safe to say that this prank is one of, if not THE funniest thing I have ever done in my life.  Sorry, I know no one likes a braggart, but honestly, we’re talking about a prank that lasted TEN YEARS!  That is awesome! Come on!

(Although if you have no idea what GP means, I imagine this story is infinitely less funny.)