Here at Threadless, we love a good prank(until we are, ourselves pranked.) So, let's keep 'em honest and post your prank ideas here. Nothing too destructive. Just good, old fashioned fun. Heck, post your destructive ones too. I'll just treat them like Evel Knievel, and we won't try this at home.

Also, who's on the Threadstaff that you'd like to prank. I know...we all want to prank Craig, so get creative.

Check it out, met this guy today randomly drinking coffee in a Starbucks. My co-worker intimated that he suspected he saw Mathew, as he insisted I call him, walking into said Starbucks. I immediately drove there and then this happened.

This little nugget of golden, slogan action is getting panned. Help me out bro,bros and bro,bras.

People Who Don't Like Me Have Lost Touch With Their Inner Child

This little nugget of golden, slogan action is getting panned. Help me out bro,bros and bro,bras.

http://www.typetees.com/score/1072886/People_who_don_t_like_me_have_lost_touch_with_their_inner_child

Don't get me wrong vacation is awesome. I'm back in Michigan seeing my family and the girlfriend's family. It's pretty cool. However, I do find myself for the first time in my life missing work. Did you hear me? Missing WORK. I'm not a glutton for punishment, I promise. Some might say I'm so happy because I'm not a waiter anymore and I never have to bring anyone honey mustard dressing ever again. That is, of course, partly true but I know that the folks that I've met at Threadless have changed my life a little bit. I don't get up in the morning praying for sweet, sweet death anymore. So, thank you Threadless and all of the new friends I've made there.

Man, oh boy. When you turn on the TV and see Vana White looking you in the face you know this day has just taken a turn for the worse. Jesus, her and Pat Sajak look like two dead people in Pat and Vana skin suits. All held together with duct tape and hair clips and sh@%. I imagine that right behind Pat's hairline is a string you can pull and he just unravels like a rug in my plastic surgery nightmare. Vana no longer has boobs on her chest. They're on her forhead which is good because the expressionless/surprised Botox face is no pleasure to look at. The people on the show look strikingly less glamorous in pant suits and over excitement. People basically falling over for $900 in cash and prizes. Like a cruise to the Carribean. Oh, boy. Be one of the last 200 people to see these islands before global warming tells the ocean that the Carribean was talkin' smack in gym class and the ocean gets pissed and eats them. Think of all the lawn furniture that stands to be lost. It's fu*#ing mind boggling. So, someone's grandma is still having a coronary over how much more handsome Pat is in person and the guy from Minnesota actually tries to touch Vana's forhead boobs and all I can think about is how fu#@ing patriotic it all makes me feel.

Never with the winner circle honors. Always follow up or falling out. Nuclear explosion arguments and of course, of course you're right. Pins and needles poke and sleeping in, confidence comes from within. I watched that prize set and burn, but a funeral can be beautiful if you watch from the distance. We gather the wagons to go, go, go. Across Chicago, tread water and we never get those Manifest Destiny wheels to go. So I'm back here again, corner of some streets, and the choke of car exhaust in the new spring heat. Cough, coughing up this city can make you feel so small and so can pretty girls. Amen.

Like a gift you neither asked for nor wanted, here I am with a little piece of my mind. I've been thinking about politics a bit lately. Is it possible that our leaders have turned this whole thing into a giant pissing contest? I heard a news report the other day about homeboy with the crazy name there in Iran and Tony Blair(e?), of getting British people to hate you fame. It was back when everybody had sandy panties over some line in the middle of a body of water that no one was quite sure existed(the line not the body of water, don't be stupid.). So, of course, they hit the press conference junket.

Iran guy- We want Britain and Tony the reputation destroying tiger to apologize for this transgression.

Tony- We never crossed the line, that's the old line.

Iran guy- No, that was definitely the agreed upon line.

This was the critical point when our boy Tony could've been the bigger man and said "Perhaps you're right friend, maybe we can figure it out together." He did not.

And the funny name guy accused Tony of kicking sand on him in the sand box and then Tony said crazy name touched his marbles without asking(You just don't touch a man's marbles unless you're into that sort of thing.) I hope if Tony called Goerge W. for support it went something like this.

G.W.-(In that classic Texas drawl)- You tell ol' crazy name over there in Iran tha I said, 'nanny-nanny boo-boo.'

Comforting words from a simple man.