I cried when I read The Stank Prank:
I’m done! Time to shut the lights off, lock up, dash home and shower, because after all the running around the office I smell like a Frenchman. And after handling all those fruity air fresheners, I smell like a Frenchman gigolo who spent a weekend servicing the Care Bears.
The only reason Neil hasn’t been pranked yet is that I live in the same flat. Otherwise…!
I got the link from lies.com.