dad prank

Božić je iza nas, ali ovaj prank s Ferrero Rocherom pamtimo za idući Božić

Taman će svi do idućeg Božića zaboraviti na sve moguće prankove, a mi ćemo uklizati kao Gennaro Gattuso – pobjednički.

Ovaj cringey prank je ekvivalent dad jokea u prank varijaciji pa ćemo ga stoga zvati dad prankom, a svakako je super što je prank’d stvarno nečiji otac.

Junakinji ovog pothvata je Judy Brown ime, a odlučila je svom ocu opako smjestiti s kombinacijom za kakvu ćete čuti samo jednom u životu, vjerojatno sada.

Prije dvije godine je kao poklon svom ocu zamijenila Ferrero Rocher s prokulicama, a odlučila je ponoviti prank i ove godine – samo s puno više posvećenosti detaljima.

Bacite oko na tweetove, ovo je jedna uistinu zanimljiva božićna crtica koju ćete voljeti čak i ako mrzite Božić.

Some of you out there may recall that in 2016 I played an excellent Christmas prank on my long-suffering Dad. It worked a treat. pic.twitter.com/srfaVgLF2J
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— Judy Brown (@mcjude) December 25, 2018

Last year I decided to play the long game & didn’t tamper with the confectionary: spooked by the year before, he would not touch a single Ferrero Rocher (which was great because he usually inhales them at 750mph) so there were Ferreros aplenty for the rest of us. I bided my time.

— Judy Brown (@mcjude) December 25, 2018

And so, yesterday, home for Christmas and with the devil at my elbow, I embarked on my most audacious sprout prank yet. pic.twitter.com/zr24u6Ve0g

— Judy Brown (@mcjude) December 25, 2018

While he was out I dipped the sprouts in chocolate, rolled them in chopped hazelnuts, and did all I could to replicate the iconic Ferrerro. pic.twitter.com/UgvLOXeXWJ

— Judy Brown (@mcjude) December 25, 2018

I re-wrapped and (this is crucial) re-sealed the box with its original tape and a tiny dab of glue. Then secreted it amongst a bag of tasty gifts from my Aunt and retired to watch from afar pic.twitter.com/hkIThpvByI

— Judy Brown (@mcjude) December 25, 2018

Last night he viewed them with suspicion when they came out the bag… but I was out all day, how could I have tampered with them? He abstained and they sat in the kitchen all night.

— Judy Brown (@mcjude) December 25, 2018

This bright Christmas morning we were gathered round the tree, drinking tea and opening presents. Dad eyed the box. He quite likes a post-brekkie Ferrero. He approached. I hovered in the kitchen, careful not to spook him.

— Judy Brown (@mcjude) December 25, 2018

And Lo! He opened. He EXAMINED. He unwrapped. He examined FURTHER. Fears allayed, he popped the whole thing in his mouth. His face played a symphony of emotions: satisfaction, triumph, smugness, consternation, confusion, realisation, horror, disgust.

— Judy Brown (@mcjude) December 25, 2018

I am still chuckling. I will all day long. I know his retribution will be swift and terrible, but no Christmas gift could be greater than this: seeing my Dad, despite his efforts to avoid it, unwittingly eat a raw sprout. Merry Christmas, one and all. pic.twitter.com/RYV6pvYqbe

— Judy Brown (@mcjude) December 25, 2018

I’ve never been called evil genius by so many people! Glad to have spread some sprouty seasonal lols ? The situation hasn’t escalated…yet.

(Any articles on this have been done after donations to @Shelter – if, like me, you have a conscience to salve then they’re pretty great)

— Judy Brown (@mcjude) December 26, 2018