POPE'D

I’m in the middle of interviewing people to be my assistants. They all tell me how great it would be to serve under me. They say it would be an honor--yadda, yadda, yadda.

I imagine they’re all a little intimidated when meeting with me. So I freak them out by not saying anything. I just let them into my office and stare at them.

I don’t say anything and I wait for them to break. The longer they can handle the silence, the better.

This one guy got really uncomfortable after five minutes of silence and started chanting “Hail Mary.” I told him to get out. I told him that I could read his mind and he didn’t deserve to me in my presence. And the guy actually believed me.

He freaked out and started apologizing while backing out of my office. He started to cry.

I then told him to come back inside because I was just playing a joke on him. I told him, he’d been POPE’D (my version of Ashton’s PUNK’D).

You should have seen his face. My camera crew thought it was hilarious.