finale

This is the last day of the Building 429/Afters tour.  One can only assume that pranking will commence shortly.  I, oddly enough, have forgone the timeless art of last-day-of-tour pranking.  I guess I just wasn't in the mood or something.  I haven't even given it much thought through the whole run of shows which is pretty uncharacteristic of me. 

You see, I had a great, great practical joke teacher in my youth.  You may say he was the David Carradine of pranks.  The Yoda of practical jokes.  My father... is a master.  When I was a small child he would try to trick me into drinking alca seltzer and tell me it was sprite.  He once tried to get me to eat a small red chili pepper which he had told me was a 'candy carrot'.  These are a couple of examples of some of the less complicated conspiracies.  If it weren't for the diligent watchfulness of my proctective mother I would have fallen prey to countless schemes.  Nevertheless, I learned my craft.

So... I think that I will have mercy on my comrades today.  There will be other tours and other days to plot for.  They will never know how close they came to certain humiliation.