
Colonel Sassacre
@frivolousJapery
Southern Colonel & Humorist. Happily married!
The greatest gift in pranking lies not in never falling (for someone's jape), but in getting them back every time we fall.
I fear not the man who has practiced ten-thousand pranks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one prank ten-thousand times.
Timothy Leary, unbeknownst to many, was an avid prankster in his youth, he was. Quite possibly his favourite gaff was seen during his many occasions "trip sitting" me through those newfangled psychedelics he'd offer. "Now, Sir Sassacre, do you feel those peepers on you?" He'd inquire, and boy, did I! I felt as if my entire room was covered in eyes! My only regret was not getting him back. One of few souls to have taken from my Prankster's Gambit without me taking back! Quite the venerable one. #substance #psychedelics
If action is sure to result in merriment, then act. Joy is the greatest gift man can give to its fellow man. Never forget this! Hoo hoo
Hoo hoo! Always keep japing, but never become arrogant!
In my youth - I was quite the "quirked up white boy." The others envied my capacity to, well, bust it down frivolous style, as it were!
The motion picture of the modern day never ceases to amaze,
Dear chums, I urge you all to stay off of that "Yak Pack". I was having day terrors! Horrendous concoction that young fellow on the street handed me. Quite the practical jape if intended. #substances

mY GROODIES,,, mALENKY,,,
Feed a man for a day, he'll feef his may, teach a man to feef his way, he'll beef the meef yay! #true
Fucked up on that yak pack #substances #pipesmoking #pipesmokingthedevilslettuce #hoohoo
If I were to pick a favourite colour.. I've been quite fond of roseate, salmon shades. Those deep hot pinks that stain my retinas! A proper blushing coral, maybe..
I believe now more than ever is an important time for older folks like myself to look back to what brought me here. Did you know that in my youth I fancied myself a pilot? Oh, I was quite familiar with every slight snag or obscure wood-pile my side of the Mississippi! I could read that old river like it was script, every turn and current mine to know. Unfortunately, with how time changes, so does a river's flow. I very well doubt my experience would do me much good on that front.
I believe it was God himself playing a prank on me to leave me so smitten with the figure of a woman. How my frail stoicism crumbles when presented with a fine lady's frame.
New idea I've been working on, 52 pickup 2. Initiate a game of 52 pickup, but after your victim is finished picking up the deck of cards, use a hidden bulb horn to scare them into dropping the deck, forcing them to pick it up a second time over.

𝄠𝄵𝄆𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 If, after hearing my songs, just one human being is inspired to say something nasty to a friend, or perhaps to strike a loved one, it will all have been worthwhile. 𝇓𝇓𝇓𝄀









