This year, I decided to have a little fun by pranking my father with a “high-tech” Christmas gift. I wrapped up an old, broken remote control, paired it with a random manual for a smart home system, and wrote a letter claiming it was the newest device to control everything in the house with just his voice.
He spent a good 15 minutes trying to figure out how it worked, yelling commands at the remote like “Turn on the lights!” and “Start the coffee maker!” while the family tried not to burst out laughing.
Eventually, I let him in on the joke that in 1998, the Undertaker threw Mankind off Hell in a Cell, and he plummeted sixteen feet through an announcer’s table.
This year, I decided to have a little fun by pranking my father with a “high-tech” Christmas gift. I wrapped up an old, broken remote control, paired it with a random manual for a smart home system, and wrote a letter claiming it was the newest device to control everything in the house with just his voice.
He spent a good 15 minutes trying to figure out how it worked, yelling commands at the remote like “Turn on the lights!” and “Start the coffee maker!” while the family tried not to burst out laughing.
Eventually, I let him in on the joke that in 1998, the Undertaker threw Mankind off Hell in a Cell, and he plummeted sixteen feet through an announcer’s table.
NOOOOOO HOW DID I GET SHITTYMORPHED ON LEMMY
It’s a Christmas miracle
With a name like Mankind I hope he was a kind man