Oh I have a bunch of these. Here’s one of my favorites as it is short and I need to call it a night.

When I was a youth there was a product called a Pet Rock. This product was mostly a clever marketing gimmick. The box the rocks came in had air holes so they could breathe. They also came with some twine to use as a leash and a care manual. It was a thing for a while…

Anyway, in an ongoing prank fight with a estranged friend, my friend (with some help and a pickup) had “obtained” a huge Chiquita rock from the beach (many hundreds of pounds) and dumped it on my front lawn in the middle of the night. The giant Pet Rock was complete with an attached rusty chain/leash and a note expressing hope that I would enjoy my new “pet”.

When I woke up in the morning I was pissed. The giant pet rock had sunk into the sandy lawn and I had no clue how I was going to move it. In the end, it took many pizzas and a pool party to recruit enough people to help relocate it intact to the pool area where it become a diving rock for the pool, but I digress…

I knew immediately who was behind it and started plotting my revenge. Two weekends later, some friends and I quickly dumped a ton of small Chiquita rocks (two pickup beds worth that I had to purchase at the local garden store) in piles all over his front lawn while he was at practice. I also left a card on the door.

My unsigned card read simply, “She was pregnant.”

It took him weeks to get all the rocks off the lawn... Revenge is sweet.