I like to laugh. To clown around. I frequently encourage others to do similarly. Often, I lapse into such bouts of immaturity I fear the Claremont Institute will ship me off to a sanatorium. But it turns out my colleagues are also a merry lot of jokesters.
I refuse to laugh like Kamala though.
Changing a key or keys on friends keyboards is always fun.
If a friend has a ceiling fan can line the top part of the blades with glitter. Good for some laughs when it gets turned on.
Shoe polish on headphones or desk phones. Fun times.
Having newbs run around with a trash bag grabbing air for environmental sampling is great.
Taking on the persona of the Macho Man Randy Savage for an entire workday is epic.