Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

One traffic cone, safely delivered to victim.

Yeeee-hawwww!

It's a very long story that has its roots in an ongoing joke between me and some friends during the last year of my degree. One of my buddies was living in Halls and one night she encountered another girl weaving her way down the hallway, clutching a large traffic cone. "Umm," says Val, "hi. Nice traffic cone?" "Yesh, *hic*, he'sh my friend. *hic* Every girl should have a traffic cone..."

This joke passed into student lore and was a running gag for us for the rest of the year. So much so, that I gave Val a traffic cone as a going away present. It had a face painted on it and wore some sunglasses I'd made out of cardboard. Which was harmless enough, but I gave the present to her in front of her folks and then ran like hell, leaving her to explain to her very straitlaced mother why I thought it was a good idea to give her a traffic cone....

( The Prank )

*beams like a spotlamp* Ah loves it when a plan comes together! Yay!