Aug. 28th, 2016 at 1:01 PM
Michal's 36th (or 26th if you're one of her unfortunate boyfriends) birthday was yesterday, so in the spirit of tradition we get shit faced with her friends. Everything's fine until she starts rehashing to friends the crappy things we did to each other as kids, most of which we find funny now that we're older and know better. But there was this one impressively elaborate prank I set up when we were maybe twelve and nine that she never figured out, so I finally decided to tell her about the time I convinced her there was an erkling in our attic.
I know it freaked her out at the time, but I didn't realize that almost thirty years later she's still holding on to the idea that a German-speaking erkling still lives in our parents' house. She won't talk to me now though, so that's been a fun development.
I know it freaked her out at the time, but I didn't realize that almost thirty years later she's still holding on to the idea that a German-speaking erkling still lives in our parents' house. She won't talk to me now though, so that's been a fun development.