Ashton Kutcher totally knew what he was doing with that t.v. show of his. I mean, who doesn’t love a good old practical joke? It’s simply pure and priceless comedy to watch somebody else being fooled. And just as long as the joke’s not on you, it’s H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S! Am I right, or am I right? So, naturally, when a friend of ours recently suggested that I help him launch “Operation Jacket” on my unsuspecting husband, I practically jumped at the chance to pull one over on him.
This all started because my husband had apparently left his jacket over at our friend’s house a while back. And when the friend returned the jacket, he’d secretly planted a little “surprise” in the pocket — a pair of pink Victoria’s Secret panties. He purposely mentioned nothing about the hidden treasure when dropping off the coat, so that he could discreetly lay out the plan to me without my husband overhearing it.
So a few nights later, our friend filled me in on the little pocket souvenir he’d left and instructed me to pull out the coat the next day and act appalled to find another woman’s thong stashed inside. Obeying the orders I was given, the following afternoon, I pretended to be searching through the coat closet for gloves when I came upon the foreign undergarment. In the most pissed off voice I could muster up, I called my husband into the foyer to give him the third degree about said butt floss.
The look on the poor man’s face was absolutely priceless as his eyes fell upon the pink undies. He looked beyond confused as I asked him just who the hell owned them. Naturally, he said he had no clue and had never seen them before in his life. I gave him a disgusted head shake/eyeball roll combo as I dramatically huffed out of the room. I wanted him to sit and stew in his own WTF? for a bit.
He, of course, followed me into the next room to assure me once again that he had no friggin’ clue where the panties had come from, while I choked down the giggles that were threatening to come tumbling right out of my mouth. Unfortunately, I could only keep the charade going for a solid fifteen or so minutes before I eventually gave up the gig. We had a good laugh about it, as my husband began spinning the wheels in his head about how he could get us back. And make no mistake, he WILL get us back. My guard is up now, but it’s definitely game on. Stay tuned for the payback, y’all. I have no doubt that it’s gonna be a bitch.