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Some Nerdy April Fool's Jokes From Nerdy April

I haven't done a Friday Top Five in quite a loooooonng time. I know, I'm a blogslacker. But today is the perfect opportunity to tell you the Top Five Nerdy April Fool's Pranks (in my humble, nerdy opinion).

Number Five: Sneakily install the "Blue Screen of Death" screen saver on your prank-ee's computer. Here is the download. Don't forget the earplugs and safety glasses for your own protection. If you are pulling this on your lady friend, be sure a box of chocolates is available following the prank (I'm just sayin', you will probably still get punched).


Number Four: Visit one of my favorite websites: http://www.heavens-above.com/ and type in your location. Then, tell someone who is "space-dumb" that you can see into the future. You can tell them when a shooting star will fall and it will be one of the longest shooting stars evaaaa! Of course, you really just looked up the April Fool's International Space Station pass.

Number Three: General office pranks need not happen on April Fool's Day, necessarily. You know what I'm talking about.


Number Two: Respond to e-mails with the answers your 1970's replica magic 8-ball comes up with. [Let's be honest, it probably knows better than you do.]


Number One: [This one only works for us certain, special people]. Exclaim your name proudly when someone asks as something else: it could be Rose, Amber, or ETHEL. Better to make it something really crazy, that way the asker looks puzzled and says, "Really?! That's your name?!" To which you answer, sheepishly...nope, April Fool's....it's just April.

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