"Life has different chapters; a bad chapter does not mean the end of the story"..
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Jokes, jokes, jokes... Who doesn't like them? Only boring people or those who don't like to be bothered in any way. Actually, when I was a teenager, I really liked jokes, especially playing them on others, but those on the receiving end didn't like them very much. I'm one of those people who likes to watch others play jokes, but only harmless ones that don't hurt anyone.
Have you ever played a joke on someone? If so, tell us about it and what the result was. Once I played one of those jokes that didn't turn out well at all, and wow, it was terrible for me, because I didn't think anything would go wrong. As a teenager, it was a small and harmless joke, but I never did anything like that again.
I remember that there used to be a shop in my state called la casa del truco (the trick house). It was a shop that sold different kinds of tricks, cigarettes that exploded, others that looked like they were lit. I remember that you added talcum powder to one and it looked like you were really smoking. There was chewing gum that looked like blood when you chewed it or that turned people's mouths blue. There were also farts that smelled awful, a cockroach in ice, poo that looked real, and many other things that I don't remember.
At that time, I was in secondary school, just starting my first year, and I bought several things to take to school because I already had a group of friends who liked this kind of prank. I bought some itchy powder, which was a powder that stung a lot when it came into contact with the skin and could only be removed with plenty of soap and water. When break time came, I put my plan into action to see who would be the victim of the itching powder. I found a classmate who was distracted and grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar and put a little of the powder on him. Not satisfied with that, I rubbed it in as if I were greeting him.
That's when his suffering began, and then mine, because it turns out that this boy had acne problems on his back and I didn't know it, so his back broke out horribly and he was in a lot of pain. The teachers investigated what had happened and, of course, they came to me. and I was almost expelled from the school, but it ended with a warning and a meeting with my representative. It was a moment of anguish for me and of rage for the boy, whose name I no longer remember, because of course he was never my friend again.
Some jokes don't turn out as we expect, but quite the opposite, so we have to prevent these moments and avoid this type of thing or anticipate them. In this case, I now think carefully about the jokes I can make and avoid causing offence.
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Omg, that sounds really serious. I'd be too scared to prank someone again if its me. But a joke with just words, that's what I preferred. I like to joke too, but just a simple one that can make people give a lil laugh. Btw, did the kid forgive you though?
I forgive myself, but after a long time, it was a very bad joke, to be honest.
I remember that store. It used to be in my town too, but I never dared to buy anything there. I just liked looking. You made a pretty harsh joke about it, but the excuse is that you were very young and at that age we didn't think much about things. 🤭 I imagine that boy still remembers it, ha ha. Greetings. 🥰