That's it, I'm dead.
I was having the bad feeling the prank wars thing was going to be the worst experience.
Why? Good question.
It was a lovely afternoon. I was sitting on the couch and watching my favorite TV series while eating food from that popular Chinese restaurant downtown.
Yeah, Dylan got it for me and of course, it tasted like heaven.
Moving on, I heard the doorbell and Dylan offered to get it, which was so responsible of him if I might add. The delivery man was at the door with dye, itching powder, explosives, radioactive waste, paint and fire crackers.
So that, my friend, is why you should never ever ever get in prank wars with a prank king. Ever.
I was still on the couch with my hand on my stomach to check if I would feel any kind of pain.
Not saying
