"Me? Fuck no. I just like what I like and too much of it's probably still pretty great."
Movies, alcohol, his best friend. All good things with no real definition of what too much would even be as far as Josh is concerned. He does back to munching on the pastry he'd snagged.
"Say what?" Sure, he's game for playing along. Lord knows Josh says a ton of shit he wishes he didn't. He can sympathize there. He thinks about the kinds of pranks he's known for, though the most recent one is nixed out as a conversation topic. he doesn't like to remember that night.
"I was always pretty good at prop making. Like, this one time my sisters and her friend wanted to go camping. And not like, hey there's a cabin in the woods with no internet but like real camping. Sleeping on the ground and shit. It was awful. And they always like to tell spoopy stories and shit around the fire.So I figure, if they want to be scared, why stop at stories? I spent a good three weeks making a realistic corpse mannequin and hid it in my duffel bag. I packed my shit in with my bros and hid the doll in there. Waited for them to go take a hike and strung it up in the tree. Then, that night? Dropped it on them at the climax of their story."
He chuckles at the memory and grins a bit.
"There is no satisfaction more great than watching the alpha make bro types scream like a bunch of girls because of a few special effects. Best camping trip ever."
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Movies, alcohol, his best friend. All good things with no real definition of what too much would even be as far as Josh is concerned. He does back to munching on the pastry he'd snagged.
"Say what?" Sure, he's game for playing along. Lord knows Josh says a ton of shit he wishes he didn't. He can sympathize there. He thinks about the kinds of pranks he's known for, though the most recent one is nixed out as a conversation topic. he doesn't like to remember that night.
"I was always pretty good at prop making. Like, this one time my sisters and her friend wanted to go camping. And not like, hey there's a cabin in the woods with no internet but like real camping. Sleeping on the ground and shit. It was awful. And they always like to tell spoopy stories and shit around the fire.So I figure, if they want to be scared, why stop at stories? I spent a good three weeks making a realistic corpse mannequin and hid it in my duffel bag. I packed my shit in with my bros and hid the doll in there. Waited for them to go take a hike and strung it up in the tree. Then, that night? Dropped it on them at the climax of their story."
He chuckles at the memory and grins a bit.
"There is no satisfaction more great than watching the alpha make bro types scream like a bunch of girls because of a few special effects. Best camping trip ever."