Pranks: Chapter 1.

Chapter 1: The Background.

Really, when it comes down to it, the whole thing was started because of an elderly guy named Norman. Kurt and I were working at Subway, and Norman was this obnoxious guy who would come in far too often, stayed far too long, and ordered in a bumbling manner that usually required us to try and guess what the heck he wanted on his sub.

Norman: “Pastrami…whe.. .anaise….ch.. . ucce… s…”
Mike D: “Pastrami on wheat with mayonaise cheese lettuce and salt?”
Norman: “… j.s…d….”
Mike D: “ha ha… ha?”

Norman lived across the street from the Subway in a giant yellow house. And he complained about the house. A lot.

Sometime in 2002 he stepped up his complaints and reported the Yellow house to the authorities as an unsafe place for senior citizens. The housing facility shut down. And suddenly, there was a giant yellow house that needed renting.

Enter Ernie Begin.

Ernie is a master of organization. Some have called him the Caesar of Worcester*. And when a mass living lifestyle opportunity presented itself, Ernie grabbed hold, and found 18 other people to sign the lease. There were 19 people on the lease! NINETEEN.

Those people were as follows:

Ernie, Jay, Jon O., Max, Sarah, Matt, Erich, Goss, Joslyn, John M, Maria, A.Jamin, Jroy, Darcy, Megan, Wizzo, JR, Jeff, and Kerri from Fitchburg.

Kurt and I, who worked at the Subway and lived a block or two away at the corner of Hamden and Howe realized we needed to bring our awesome houses together. One way or another.

HnH, as we lovingly called it, was a three unit multifamily. Kurt, Jon, Andy, and I lived on the second floor. The first floor and third floors were filled with friends. We had 12 extremely awesome dedicated people who were ready for action at a moment’s notice.

And so we took the ocelot as our mascot and declared war on the Yellow house. Well, not so much war as a Rivalry. A rivalry that would go down in the books as the most insane test of willpower and creativity ever known to mankind Worcester.

The first challenge was the Guardian Shield Maneuver

Let the games begin!

Continue reading Chapter Two Here

*This isn’t even remotely true.

8 thoughts on “Pranks: Chapter 1.

  • 3/27/2007 at 6:43 am

    I agree that Ernie has some important, distinguished, worthy qualities, but I am not sure that organization is one of which I think is at the top of that list.

  • 3/27/2007 at 2:33 pm

    You make it all sound so glamorous.

  • 3/27/2007 at 2:55 pm

    It was Glorious Jes. It was glorious. Like Rome before us HnH was the apex of Collegiate Housing units, until its fall caused by Ross. Some fighting few tried to keep HnH ontop while the hordes swarmed around the corpse of decaying society, but alas, Ross was too much to over come and HnH fell into debauchery, until HnH was whispered in hushed tones in back alleys and slums about a golden age that has passed never to arise again.

  • 3/27/2007 at 6:17 pm

    Let’s be clear, HnH fell OUT of debauchery when Ross got there.

  • 3/27/2007 at 6:32 pm

    This is too short! I require more prankary! Stop teasing me damnit!

  • 3/27/2007 at 9:16 pm

    That is true…I did have that party called “Drunken Debauchery for no Apparent reason”.

  • 3/27/2007 at 11:09 pm

    Oh I can’t wait to hear the epic tale re-told!

  • 4/5/2007 at 12:28 am

    If Ernie was such a master of organization, how come he couldn’t organize much of a counter attack when we eventually realized you guys had declared war on us? And where was the counterattack for your draining our heating oil and flooding our basement? I know that was you Mike D, you bastehd.


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