This week's Seattle column is one I'm particularly fond of. If you skip ahead to the second question, you'll read a description of one of my favorite all-time pranks. I used to pull stuff like this on my one sister all the time. Once I gave her a spoonful of horseradish to taste, swearing that it was tapioca. Another time, I was taking her on her first parentally unsupervised trip into Manhattan from the Jerz and told her that the conductor would kick her off the train if she didn't ask for her ticket using the right lingo. I informed her she had to say "I'll have an RT to da NYC" or he'd have no idea what she wanted. She did it and the conductor looked at her like she was retarded, as I sat across from her, laughing my ass off. But the prank I write about in the column is way funnier. I swear. And my dad wonders why we don't talk anymore!