If i have the ‘Fucking A’ emotional expression wrong, then i have deciphered it incorrectly from Clerks 2.

I’ve always known fucking-A to be a way of expressing emotion. Which basically translates to an expletive.

@29: The word “Fuckin’” doesn’t belittle an entire race of people.

@27: “Cracker” isn’t offensive, because white people aren’t uptight about the racial slurs applied to them, and they could care less what you call them.

The N-Word doesn’t offend me, but it offends the people that complain the loudest about that kind of stuff. The squeaky wheel gets the grease, or something like that.

Mike, it seems your phone has had a Freudian slip. Wow technology has come such a long way.

Marcelo, read my comment for Mike!

And I suspect Mike really wanted to say “Evil”. Though he had a good alibi. Good man.

So anyway, I logged in to his account and sent some private messages to his neighbor’s wife; silly stuff like “last night was wonderful” and “I hope your husband doesn’t find out about us.” It was pretty hilarious if I do say so myself. I think he found it pretty funny too, because he called me a few days later and he must have been laughing really hard because he almost sounded like he was crying. He said something about helping and I think he said the joke really killed him or words to that effect…it was really hard to hear what he was saying because I think he had the TV volume up way too high, because there was a lot of screaming and what sounded like a chainsaw in the background. I tried to get him to turn it down, but he hung up on me mid-sentence. Kind of a dick move, but he probably wanted to pay attention to the movie.

After about a week, he hadn’t called again and hadn’t done anything to prank me back, so I was getting a little paranoid about what he was planning. I went by his house, but he wasn’t home. I did see his neighbor struggling with some garbage bags, and offered to help out. His shirt was covered in blood because I guess he had really bad allergies and had a nosebleed. That guy really needs to see a doctor about that!

Anyway, I helped him get the garbage bags into the backyard and threw them into a hole he had dug. He said he was having a dispute with the sanitation department and was burying his trash until they agreed to start service again. Lousy government, always screwing with the little guy. Anyway, the bags were surprisingly heavy, but with the two of us working together it was quick work. We buried the bags to keep the raccoons from getting at them, and I went on my way.

It’s been a few weeks now and I still haven’t heard from my brother. I just know that with this kind of lead time, his prank is going to be a real doozy!