a little fun never hurt anyone

My little brother went to a dance tonight and the girl he went with had just turned 16, so it was her very first date. We both tried to convince my Dad to meet her at the front door with a shotgun and ask her what her intentions were with Mark, and what time she would have him home by. We almost had him convinced, but then the girl showed up. The thought of traumatizing people (but only in a fun way) makes me happy. Does that make me a bad person?