Novel & Cerita Best Senior Pranks

Kael would say, trying to drill some sense into Lyall's head. But Lyall would just shrug and grin. "What's the point, Kael? Life's too short to be boring. Let's go have some fun!" Kael would sigh and shake his head, but Lyall could tell he was secretly amused by Lyall's antics. One day, Lyall and his friends decided to play a prank on the village elder. They snuck into his office and replaced his chair with a whoopee cushion. When the elder sat down, the whoopee cushion let out a loud farting sound, and the elder jumped up in surprise.

I said. He glanced at me, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, then waved over the waiter, ordering a double vodka for me and an espresso for himself. “I need alcohol to process this reality,” I said quickly, cutting him off before he could comment. “This is a first, getting pranked through Tinder. And the mastermind are teenager?” Julian chuckled softly, his laugh low and rich. “Kids these days are creative. Unfortunately, they don’t always use that creativity wisely.”

Ponjie widened his eyes from surprise and froze on the spot. “...” While Fruto feigned his calm. “Hi, I can see that you’re lost. I take it that you two are freshmen? I am your senior and I can guide you inside.” The senior smiled and laughed at their expressions. The other two, however, did not find it funny. “W-what? Senior? How did you– Why did you– Is this a prank?” Ponjie frantically searched for the hidden cameras. “Hi, Senior.” Fruto cleared his throat, narrowly avoiding a voice crack. “Where is the entrance?”

‘You and your sickening rules! ‘That’s not going to look good on your personal record,’ Stan let out a low wolf whistle. ‘Shut up!’ I snapped at him. Father didn’t say anything at first, his expression calm. James Hart was the only person I knew who could be dying from multiple gunshots, but still kept a perfectly calm expression. Too bad I didn’t inherit that gift. ‘I think this meeting should be adjourned since we all want to turn it towards sentimental issues,’ he put on his glasses and left the office to just me and Stan.

My screen was already blown up with notifications. ''Harrington Heartbeat: Blind Item.'' '“Which scholarship sweetheart is currently double-dipping in the Silvercrest gene pool? Seems our resident ‘artist’ is painting a masterpiece of manipulation, playing both the Golden Boy and the Biker Rebel. Careful, girlie—if you play with fire and ice at the same time, you just end up wet and burned.”'

"Shit! We could have caught some action on camera. Why the hell did you wake up now?" "Really? I worry about Clara's and Raphael's pranks. I never thought that I would have to add my cousin's and bestfriend's to the list." Adrian stared at him wide eyed and open mouthed. "What?" Gabriel demanded. "You succeeded in doing the same thing to me while I was asleep just last week. You even caught it on camera and now you…" "Oh please, everyone should have their own fair share of getting pranked. Those kids are my fair share. You do not have anyone else to play pranks on you except Shawn and I. Consider us your own fair share"

Plates of well-made desserts were prepared on the table, their aroma sweet. Prince didn't touch them at all. Instead, he couldn't stop talking cheerfully. "Harvey… I mean, Mr. Harvey, you probably don't know that I'm having the best day of my life today. I'm almost openly humiliating all the old geezers in the Elder Group! What's the point of living until such ripe old age if all they're thinking is running away without even fighting?

Besides, they usually kept the scarier pranks for around Halloween, which was months away. They usually pull less macabre tactics when they want to torment me with their teenage antics on a day-to-day basis. I'd been expecting them to pull some kind of stunt to welcome me back into the fold, so though I was caught asleep at the wheel, it was all in good fun. After the initial shock had worn off, I'd cussed at my friends in between bouts of laughter and trying to catch my breath. I even started to tell them how cool it was that they'd finally found a way to get the better of me after so many failed attempts in the past.

He smiled and said, "You talk funny. Do you really have money to buy this place or am I getting pranked by you?" "No, it's for real. I'm not pranking you. I like this place." "That's what pranksters say." "Okay, give me your hand." "For what?" "Just give me." When he gave his hand, I placed my hand on top of his hand and said, "I promise. I'm not pranking you." "You talk like a kid. How old are you?" "22." "I bet you had your graduation some days ago." I nodded hurriedly at him and asked, "What's your good name, Sir?"

So he can only say one sentence to provoke it. "Junior Master Han, I think you should keep your eyes wide open to be alert. There have been a lot of scammers lately. Most of the victims are parents. This imposter has a purpose and is very cunning. Some cheat by giving fake goods, modifying them, and selling them at high prices, or the scammers will be very friendly towards you and continue to follow you. This person will pretend to be able to help others, pretend to heal, or perhaps act like someone with great influence. You have to be careful not to make a mistake!" said Erick Woolf, patting Mr. Han Junior's shoulder while glancing at Nicko. Of course, he meant to satirize Nicko.