One Friday afternoon Dana and I were talking on the phone. We decided it was high time for a fun teenage practical joke. One of our friends Zack had made us mad a few weeks earlier, and if you know Dana she has to get revenge.
We were talking and discussing what we could do and all the sudden Dana said "let's fill his car with balloons." So I got to thinking and I decided that instead of filling his car with balloons we should tape balloons all over the outside of his car.
We got ready and rode up to Wal-Mart to buy balloons, but since this was a spur of the moment decision, lazy Dana had not taken a shower yet. She was wearing bright yellow shorts that said "bling bling" on the back. They were ugly so when she refused to go in with me I understood why. I go in to get the bamboozling supplies one hundred and fifty balloons, and spirit foam. Okay so I have a confession the spirit foam was for us, not the bamboozle. Whenever I got back to the car Dana was missing (typical Dana, refuse to go in to the store and then leave). So I took the liberty of decorating her car. I wrote Just Married on the back windshield, I got in the car and I waited. This dog gone girl had spent virtually thirty minutes in Food Lion looking for some Stoned Wheat Crackers, luckily I love them so it was a nice honeymoon treat.
We drove home and began to blow up all these balloons, and lord was it a pain! Who knew three dogs, one cat, and one hundred and fifty balloons would not go well together. An hour and a half later we were done, with five trash bags full of balloons and bloody fingers from all the tying. We were on our way.
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We were dressed in all black, we had put black face paint under our eyes like football players. We were in our disguises and luckily the week before I had wrecked my car so I had a rental, so we even had an incognito car. We drove all way over to Zack's house, of course with our luck he is not home.