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Tastes Like Butterscotch

For those of you looking for a good Valentine's Day prank to pull, let me suggest the following, courtesy of "the Great Man" aka J-Hau.

butterscotch lifesavers - let's say 3 rolls
shower head that can be opened - 1
hammer - 1
plastic bag - 1
friend to prank - 1

1. Place lifesavers in the plastic bag.
2. Crush lifesavers with the hammer until they are a fine powder.
3. Transfer powdered lifesavers from the plastic bag to the inside of the shower head.
4. Wait for friend to shower.
5. After friend showers, be present when they wonder why they are sticky after just showering...
6. Lick friend's arm, and comment, "Yeah, and you taste like butterscotch!"
7. Encourage friend to shower again.
8. Continue doing this until all butterscotch powder is used up and friend is clean.
9. Laugh. But not in front of friend.

In unrelated news, spandex and skinny jeans have thoroughly solidified their presence on campus. I'm not sure that I can handle this, and am simultaneously afraid I may someday find myself wearing either of these items.


nadine said…
I would sooo do that.

If I didn't live alone.
Laura J said…
your posts keep making me laugh out loud. It's rather embarassing when I'm at work and I'm supposed to be reading things like lab results or reading xrays and the like.
christina said…
I've heard of a similar prank using KoolAid crystals. It saves you the time crushing the lifesavers, and you can pick cool colours. I guess the only thing is that the water is obviously tainted once it comes out coloured. And your friend doesn't come out tasting like butterscotch.
Katie V. said…
I think you could pull off the skinny jeans. Don't get me wrong, I'm afraid too but it does look good on some people. Just be careful of hips (not that you can relate). But please, not the spandex...
Beth said…
i like the invisible nature of the butterscotch.

and katie - i do have hips. even my mother recognized that at 15 i had "good childbearing hips!" (don't worry mom, you said someday i'd be grateful, and i think i'm heading in that direction. :D)
Katie V. said…
oops, sometimes comments aren't as good as the good ol' voice. Oh beth fisher i have heard the legends about your hips. I was just trying to be subtle. Nevermind. Watch out for your hips!
Sarah said…
Your hips are legendary? I think I missed a story or two...

And your comment implies that you're could be giving birth soon - I really missed something there!
Beth said…
this is spiraling downward rather quickly....

kv: i thought you knew of the hip story. but i wasn't sure. voice is ALWAYS better with sarcasm... (speaking of, we should have a phone date).

sarah: no, these hips are not legendary. and no, no babies either. i was just saying that at 23 i'm closer to that than i was at 15...
shellieos said…
Oh Beth, I am immensely sad that you didn't post this earlier. I would have definitely tried.

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