Well, less hoax, than prank, but it makes for a better rhyme (stank? skank? blood bank? fish tank?). Anyhoo, taking advantage of Teenwolf's notoriously short temper, the Blog and a few higher-ups gave the green light on a bit of lighthearted fun. First, you create a potential bike shop owner. Then you create a fake bike shop in Boston. Then you create a fake email. The you email Teenwolf and question his professionalism while making fun of his "Daily Special" write-ups. Then you sit back and watch Teenwolf rant to us while keeping his cool, gently assuaging the belligerent nutcase who has a bone to pick. Then you mail a letter from Boston to put the cherry on top of the prank Sundae. Good times. Teenwolf is a good sport and allowed the blog to take him to lunch where we dined on five dollar footlongs and buried the metaphorical hatchet. Teenwolf's wedding is in 7 months, plenty of time to plan for some more hijinks. Android bride anybody???
Monday, December 01, 2008
That's All, HOAX! Yours Truly, Dave Whackker
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5 comments:
awesome
i will destroy you. nice work, kenny.
Jesus! Next time I'm in Boston, I'll visit that guy and give him an open-handed smack in the mouth, straight from South Carolina.
That letter wasn't written by the hand of a Bostonian. If it had indeed been written by a man from the Bay State it would have said something about how Mr.Zanca was going to be Wicked sorry.
"mr. whackker" didn't even spell his own name right on the letter? would this not have been a red flag? aww tony.....
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