It started off like any other lazy afternoon in our small town. The kind of day where the sun is blazing, the streets are empty, and the only action you get is the occasional tumbleweed rolling by. But this day? Oh no, this day was about to go down in prank history.
You see, my buddy Jake is what you’d call a “modern cowboy.” Wears a hat bigger than his ego, boots that have never seen a real horse, and struts around town like he’s Clint Eastwood’s long-lost cousin. He loves attention, and he hates mess. Naturally, this made him the perfect target for our next prank.
It all started when our favorite fast-food joint, “Bobby’s BBQ Barn,” ran a limited-time challenge: “The Extra Sauce Showdown.” Basically, you order their double beef cowboy burger with a ridiculous amount of spicy barbecue sauce, and if you can finish it without wiping your face, you get your photo on the “Wall of Fame.”
Now here’s where the plan gets juicy.
We convinced Jake that the mayor of our town was coming down to Bobby’s BBQ Barn to meet local cowboys – you know, for some tourism photo-op or some nonsense like that. Jake, being the glory hog he is, immediately polished up his hat, shined his boots, and even brought his fake lasso for dramatic effect.
Little did he know, we had already talked to the Bobby’s staff and set the stage for our “Cowboy Prank with Extra Sauce.”
When Jake strutted into the BBQ Barn, everyone greeted him like he was royalty. “Hey Cowboy Jake! You here for the mayor’s photo shoot?” the cashier asked. Jake tipped his hat, winked, and replied, “I was born ready.”
Then, as part of the “ceremony,” they told him the mayor wanted a photo of Jake completing the Extra Sauce Showdown burger – with a twist: he had to eat it blindfolded “to prove cowboys don’t need sight to handle heat.”
He bought it.
We tied a bandana around his eyes, put the burger in front of him, and the entire restaurant went quiet, waiting for the show. What Jake didn’t know was that instead of a regular burger, we had asked the chef to double the hot sauce and triple the mess. They even added extra runny ghost pepper mayo to really crank things up.
Jake took his first bite with confidence.
Then came the second bite.
By the third bite, he was sweating like a horse in a rodeo. His face was absolutely coated in spicy sauce. He couldn’t wipe it off because that would disqualify him. And he still thought the mayor was watching! So he just powered through, red-faced and dripping.
The whole place was trying not to laugh. People were filming. One kid yelled, “Go, Cowboy! Ride that burger!”
Finally, Jake finished, blindfold still on, face now a living barbecue massacre. We clapped, cheered, and someone handed him a mirror. That’s when he saw it – the sauce on his cheeks, forehead, even inside his cowboy hat.
His eyes went wide. “Y’ALL SET ME UP!”
We were crying with laughter. He tried to look mad, but he was too busy fanning his mouth with his hat and chugging milk straight from the jug. In the end, he laughed too, especially when he found out his sauce-covered face was now framed on the wall of Bobby’s under the title:
“Cowboy Jake: The Extra Sauce Legend.”
To this day, whenever we pass Bobby’s BBQ Barn, Jake tips his hat and mutters, “Never trust a cowboy challenge.” But deep down, I know he’s proud. Because there’s only one thing better than being a cowboy — being the prank legend of the Wild West BBQ.
And yes… we still call him “Extra Sauce Jake.”
Hahahah! 🤠🔥🍔
