April fools wrong and right.

[fooferdoggie]

My wife is blind, so April Fools is just too easy one year. It was chocolate-covered Brussels sprouts and a Cadbury bar with vinegar squirted into it with a needle. This year was more fun. I got some Japanese. I think it's Japanese Oreo cookies, strawberry-flavored, covered in 60% decent chocolate all while she was sleeping. It was going to be a surprise on the flavor, but the bag smells so much like strawberry that I gave it away, but it was fine. They tasted good. They also have peach and strawberry/blueberry, and I think matcha. matcha would have been the mean one.

 

[japanime]

That isn't Japanese on the package. Those Oreos are made in China.

 

[fooferdoggie]

That isn't Japanese on the package. Those Oreos are made in China.

ya I was not sure and ever checked. this covid kicked my butt. been getting candy all over its so much better then the us crap.

 

[Herdfan]

Best one I ever pulled was on my SIL.

To set the table, she is snooty know-it-all who believes she is intellectually superior to everyone else. Basically she is a beeeotch.

She worked as an Office Manager for a metal fabrication company. And she hates people who back into parking spaces. Mainly because they hold her up.

And since she worked for a company where most of the workers were blue-collar guys who drove trucks, she waited a lot while they backed in. (It never occurred to her that they pull out and are gone quickly). So basically it annoyed the living out of her.

So one year leading up to April Fools I called her boss and told him I had an idea for a great April Fool’s joke.

So on April 1, he called her in his office and told her due to safety reasons, all employees have to back in their parking spaces in the company lots. He asked her to send out a memo and get him pricing on signs for the lot.

He let her stew on this until lunch and then he told her. He probably would have waited longer, but she was being a beeeotch squared.

 

[Roller]

It wasn’t April 1, but I once pranked co-workers who had attached a fake spider to the mouth piece of my telephone handset. (I’m arachnophobic.)

I went into the staff bathroom, which had just one toilet, and unrolled the paper from the adjacent dispenser. Next, I taped said spider in place and re-wound the roll so the arachnid was no longer visible.

My colleague reacted as expected and admitted that I’d retaliated successfully.

 

[Nycturne]

That isn't Japanese on the package. Those Oreos are made in China.

And I don't think Oreos are that big in Japan. At least I can't find any Oreos with Japanese packaging. Kit Kats though... so many options.

I do like these smaller boxes of Oreos though. Local H-mart stocks Korean Oreos, and there's some overlap with the Chinese ones.

 

[fooferdoggie]

And I don't think Oreos are that big in Japan. At least I can't find any Oreos with Japanese packaging. Kit Kats though... so many options.

I do like these smaller boxes of Oreos though. Local H-mart stocks Korean Oreos, and there's some overlap with the Chinese ones.

ya I have gotten my wife those kit kats. those cookies had such good strawberry smell and flavor.

 

[japanime]

And I don't think Oreos are that big in Japan. At least I can't find any Oreos with Japanese packaging. Kit Kats though... so many options.

I do like these smaller boxes of Oreos though. Local H-mart stocks Korean Oreos, and there's some overlap with the Chinese ones.

Oreos are readily available in Japan, and come in packaging with Japanese labels. However, the cookies themselves are made in China. So, I wouldn't be surprised if the Korean-labeled Oreos you are buying are also made in China.

Fortunately, there is a Japanese brand of chocolate sandwich cookies that are produced domestically, so no need to mess around with Oreos. (Fun fact: Oreos were a knockoff of Hydrox cookies, which I believe are still sold in the US.)

There are other well-known snack foods sold here in Japan that are also made in China. Among them, Snickers bars, M&Ms and Mentos.

 

[fischersd]

It wasn't April 1st - it was a sweltering, sunny, 35 degree (Celsius) day in July (the stiff humidity made it feel more like 45).

Mom had spent all day cleaning the house (a Victorian era brick home with no air conditioning) she finally flopped on the love seat in exhaustion, her job complete.

I went to the kitchen, reached to the back of the fridge and retrieved a cold glass. It was instantly beading in the humid air.

I took it over to my Mother and presented it to her "Oh, thank you Steven" - positioning myself at the far end of the coffee table, I waited until her mouth was full and exclaimed "It's pee!!!" - to which, she sprayed out my ice chilled urine all over the living room she had just finished cleaning.

With no obstacles between me and the screen door, I was out the door, down the steps and a block away before I heard her scream "You have to come home sometime!!!"

I think I was 8?

Of course, I knew what was waiting for me when I came home. A sound spanking for having the audacity to disrespect my Mother in such a way. No-where nearly as bad as I've gotten before (or after) as Dad's heart just wasn't in it....he couldn't stop laughing the entire time.

Mom didn't talk to me for several days after that. Always that face of tight-lipped white-hot fury. I think I did end up doing something sweet to get back into her good graces - but, of course, THAT I don't remember.

I've always had a good imagination...and, when I was a kid, growing up in a rural town in Southwestern Ontario, we always made our own fun.

So, most of my childhood (and teen years), my parents shipped me off to my grandparents farm - most weekends and every summer. heh. I'm sure to preserve their sanity.

 

[Roller]

It wasn't April 1st - it was a sweltering, sunny, 35 degree (Celsius) day in July (the stiff humidity made it feel more like 45).

Mom had spent all day cleaning the house (a Victorian era brick home with no air conditioning) she finally flopped on the love seat in exhaustion, her job complete.

I went to the kitchen, reached to the back of the fridge and retrieved a cold glass. It was instantly beading in the humid air.

I took it over to my Mother and presented it to her "Oh, thank you Steven" - positioning myself at the far end of the coffee table, I waited until her mouth was full and exclaimed "It's pee!!!" - to which, she sprayed out my ice chilled urine all over the living room she had just finished cleaning.

With no obstacles between me and the screen door, I was out the door, down the steps and a block away before I heard her scream "You have to come home sometime!!!"

I think I was 8?

Of course, I knew what was waiting for me when I came home. A sound spanking for having the audacity to disrespect my Mother in such a way. No-where nearly as bad as I've gotten before (or after) as Dad's heart just wasn't in it....he couldn't stop laughing the entire time.

Mom didn't talk to me for several days after that. Always that face of tight-lipped white-hot fury. I think I did end up doing something sweet to get back into her good graces - but, of course, THAT I don't remember.

I've always had a good imagination...and, when I was a kid, growing up in a rural town in Southwestern Ontario, we always made our own fun.

So, most of my childhood (and teen years), my parents shipped me off to my grandparents farm - most weekends and every summer. heh. I'm sure to preserve their sanity.