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And I busted out laughing, and that’s when he knew he’d been had.

I saw someone interview George Clooney on television a few years back, and the interviewer asked him about a specific practical joke he had played on a friend. For a short time, Clooney had lived with his friend, Richard, who had an itty bitty kitten. The litter box was in the bathroom next to the toilet. While Richard was at work, Clooney cleaned up a little, including cleaning out the litter box. “I’m a little worried about my little cat,” his friend said a few days later. “He hasn’t pooped in several days. I’ve been checking the litter box, and there’s nothing in there.”

Clooney didn’t say a word. The following day, Clooney got a kind-ofmean, kind-of-disgusting idea. “I’m in there about to scoop up the next round, and then the light just finally dawns on me,” Clooney said. “And I [pooped] in the cat box. And I wait for Richard to come home. And I’m sitting there watching Jeopardy, I don’t say a word, and Richard goes into the bathroom and he’s in there for a second,” Clooney recalled in the interview. “And I hear, ‘Oh my God! Oh my God! You are not going to believe this!’” I could never have done what George Clooney did, but I admit that I find it sickening and funny at the same time. Well, they say that laughter is the best medicine, and I’ve laughed a lot in my lifetime. I may just live forever. Through practical jokes, I’ve selfmedicated myself at the expense of others, but again, I’ve meant no harm by my actions. I’m just trying to keep things interesting.