The weathercavemates and I are in the habit of playing horrible practical jokes on one another. One of the more original ones involves stealing an unsuspecting ‘mate’s checkbook and writing naughty things on the memo line of random checks.
It’s important to leave lots of them blank or the prank becomes obvious. But if you’re good and the person is in a hurry, they’ll eventually mail one off.
Last year someone sent their mother a check for “Oral Sex” and my latest achievement is that our cable company got a check for a “Full-Body Sensual Massage.”
Of course, none of us will be able to run for office in 10 years, but what the hell?
Friday’s forecast: 30 percent chance of getting my cable shut off.