Joshing

Somebody at a party once told me that he suspected I was Joshing him when I asked him to go get some more beer out of the cellar where, little did he know it, one of our friends was waiting in a pink gorilla costume (the costume store was unfortunately out of regular gorilla costumes and the only other option would have been a giraffe costume, and giraffe's really aren't that scary) to jump out at him.  I reminded him that my name is Mark, not Josh.  Some people are just terrible with names.