I always hated this day when I was a kid. I knew that I would get a darn joke played on me from my brother. He just loved to always get me on this day. He would do things that would just make me laugh now, but then make me hate this day. He would use whoopy cushions and buzzers, anything that was small enough so you never knew.
I'm glad this day is almost over, I'm not getting pranked anymore, and I'm happy for that. It's my turn to do the pranking on my kids.
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