Great pranks

[Killick]

Of course, he and his henchmen responded by building a cardboard shanty around my desk while I was away for a few days. It had a mailbox, windows, and working door. I went all-Les Nessman and kept it up a few days. The privacy was wonderful.

 

[kokane_muthashed]

The only pranks I ever pulled were in high school.
I turned around my French teacher's desk one day. She came in and didn't even notice until she started to take roll. It was stupid, but the kids in class really liked it.

The other time, I put Elmer's Glue in the car doorlocks of this girl I didn't like. Well, you can just use water to remove the glue so the locks work again. Well, this dumb ***** calls a locksmith. Some people ratted me out and her folks wind up calling the police. Apparently, there's a thin line between pranks and vandalism.

 

[D-3 Fan]

My alma mater and a rival school have a long-standing rivalry and hatred towards each other. In '96, my junior year, two XC runners rented a Cessna and flew up to the rival school and drop leaflets all over the campus and the town demanding a good luck stocking cap back after it was stolen during a XC meet. That made the Rolling Stones best pranks of 1996.

The second one is much better, because someone who was involved wrote the entire account from to start to end.

http://www.geocities.com/presidentpuck/papers/Parade.pdf

 

[Killick]

My dad was a good one for pranking the neighbors. He's a retired commercial HVAC serviceman, had a tire factory as one of his calls. Well, out the side of one machine, this black rubber used to squirt out. It would be collected, and put back into the mix. Problem was, when it squirted out of the machine and cooled, it looked like dog crap. So, Dad politely collects two grocery bags full and proceeds to -- one late night -- dump both bags all over the neighbor's porch. Bill Lukach, the neighbor with a wonderful sense of humor, thought it was the funniest thing in the world once the initial shock wore off.
Also, Bill is a Steelers fan. In Mansfield, Ohio, about 40 minutes south of Cleveland. We're Browns fans. Trouble. Bill had this huge Steelers knit blanket with a big Pittsburgh emblem on it he used to hang out on gameday. During one Bradshaw Super Bowl, Dad enacted a plan he'd been working on for weeks. He found a Steelers patch just like the one on the blanket. Then, he spent a few days cutting yellow and black yarn into one-inch strips. On gameday, he sneaks over and takes the blanket. Deposits a large pile of the shredded yarn, with the look-alike patch sitting atop it, by the front door. Again, Bill laughed hysterically once the shock wore off.

 

[sportschick]

While in high school, my dad played a huge prank on the rival school, writing his school's name in fertilizer on the other school's front lawn. It was a darker green for months.

 

[Sea Bass]

In college, I was responsible for two of which I remain proud to this day.

The first was the "****-puck". You **** in a metal pie plate, enough so that it's about 1/2 inch deep. No deeper. Then you stick it in the freezer for a few hours. Wait until about 2 a.m. Then, you take the frozen **** - still in the pie plate - down the hall to the room of someone of whom you're not overly fond. Then you turn the plate upside down and pop the frozen **** out of the plate. Then kick it under the door of said floormate. Then, the **** melts overnight, and your floormate wakes up to a puddle in the middle of the floor, and he and his roommate will likely blame each other for not being able to make it to the bathroom.

Good times.

The second one was one I pulled on my roommate in freshman year. Our dorm was all four-bedroom apartments, with a living room and a kitchen. This roommate was on a date with a pretty hot girl, and was confident that he'd nail her at the end of the night. So we, being the envious assholes that we were, decided to completely switch the contents of the living room and his bedroom. So from his standpoint, it would have been nail the girl on his bed, but in the living room in front of all of us, or in his bedroom but on a small, ratty couch.

When he came home, he started howling with laughter. The girl ran out of the apartment, completely embarrassed. He ended up springing for a hotel that night.

 

[John]

I put an alarm clock in the air-conditioning vent of my buddy's dorm room. Set it for 3:45 a.m.

He had to get up, figure out where the alarm was and unscrew the vent to reach the alarm, which was one of those old-fashioned wind-up models.

He's still trying to get me back.

 

[friend of the friendless]

Sirs, Madames,

Two.

Collegiate:

In school, Thursday before reading week, my friend and I went to Chinatown and bought a carp that was about half our bodyweights. We dragged this to the journalism building, broke into an instructor's office (scaled the eight-foot high partitions that left a couple of feet of room below height of ceiling), tilted back his filing cabinet and left Limpet under the bottom drawer of his filing cabinet which just happened to be near a vent. Ten days later the smell of rotten fish was all over the building, so well-circulated that no one had any idea where the source was. It took four full school days to the brass to find the maggot-magnet corpse ... and only after this brown fluid started to seep from under the filing cabinet. Never nailed for that.

Professional:

I wrote up a mock story for the benefit of a friend who is an NHL scout. In the story a junior scout ****s all over the GM--the lowly scout claims that he's the brains behind the operations, the GM defers to him, draft day is the scouts' day, etc. He even claimed in the story to have played on a team while the GM was just a bench-warmer. I had the guy taking shots at his fellow scouts too. One passage, I quote him as saying: "European scouts are notorious for filing bogus expenses and writing up reports from games they don't attend--not our guy, mind you, but then again, who knows?" I made it appear like it was a print-out of a story that appeared across the country. I wrote it up so my friend and the GM could prank the junior scout--thing was, my buddy showed it to the GM first and played it straight, like I was burying him. I got cold shoulders for a day from other guys in the organization (couldn't figure it out) before the truth came out. They let me hide in a closet in their war-room when they confronted the jr scout--he was so clueless that he didn't get what the problem was.

YHS, etc

 

[crusoes]

Our cops reporter once asked if the managing editor was in.

I replied, in his voice (I do the best impression in the office of him), "No. I've gone to lunch. I'm not here now." Not quite listening, she said, "When are you going to be back?" to gales of laughter.

 

[slappy4428]

Our cops reporter once asked if the managing editor was in.

I replied, in his voice (I do the best impression in the office of him), "No. I've gone to lunch. I'm not here now." Not quite listening, she said, "When are you going to be back?" to gales of laughter.

Do we count T.C. Cameroon as a prank? Joke, yes. But what about prank?

 

[crusoes]

Our cops reporter once asked if the managing editor was in.

I replied, in his voice (I do the best impression in the office of him), "No. I've gone to lunch. I'm not here now." Not quite listening, she said, "When are you going to be back?" to gales of laughter.

Do we count T.C. Cameroon as a prank? Joke, yes. But what about prank?

There's been a sighting!

 

[Bucknutty]

A little band humor for you all...

I played trumpet when I was in high school, and our section leader was a ****. To retaliate for him being better than the rest of us (and knowing it,) we would wait until he left the room and them switch the valves. Doesn't sound like much, but the valves are specific: One, two and three. If they are mixed, it's like trying to blow air through a brick wall.

We did this one time, and as he tried to forcefully blow into the trumpet for a solo that kicked off a song, not a whisper came out of the other end and he nearly dropped the instrument on the floor. I'm not sure who was more red: the section leader from the effort, or me from laughing.

 

[alleyallen]

During a church outing at a beachhouse in Galveston, I saran-wrapped a toilet seat and the next unfortunate user decided to do a No. 2, not a No. 1.

 

[Lone_Star_Speed]

The first was the "****-puck". You **** in a metal pie plate, enough so that it's about 1/2 inch deep. No deeper. Then you stick it in the freezer for a few hours. Wait until about 2 a.m. Then, you take the frozen **** - still in the pie plate - down the hall to the room of someone of whom you're not overly fond. Then you turn the plate upside down and pop the frozen **** out of the plate. Then kick it under the door of said floormate. Then, the **** melts overnight, and your floormate wakes up to a puddle in the middle of the floor, and he and his roommate will likely blame each other for not being able to make it to the bathroom.

Good times.

This reminds me of "**** fog." Leave a particularly smelly dump unflushed then turn the hot water in the shower on full blast. The steam will carry the odor throughout adjoining rooms areas.

 

[Bob Slydell]

The first was the "****-puck". You **** in a metal pie plate, enough so that it's about 1/2 inch deep. No deeper. Then you stick it in the freezer for a few hours. Wait until about 2 a.m. Then, you take the frozen **** - still in the pie plate - down the hall to the room of someone of whom you're not overly fond. Then you turn the plate upside down and pop the frozen **** out of the plate. Then kick it under the door of said floormate. Then, the **** melts overnight, and your floormate wakes up to a puddle in the middle of the floor, and he and his roommate will likely blame each other for not being able to make it to the bathroom.

Good times.

This reminds me of "**** fog." Leave a particularly smelly dump unflushed then turn the hot water in the shower on full blast. The steam will carry the odor throughout adjoining rooms areas.

I don't need hot water for that to happen!

One of the funner professional pranks I saw I wasn't involved with.

Friend of mine wrote a feature with a really ****ed up lead he meant as a joke for our editor to read. He also wrote a real one for the paper. Well the editor realized what was going on, but later my friend called up to see if what he thought about the fake one.

The editor told him he thought is was a strang elead, but he went with it anyway. He tried to get the papge changed and everything, but we told him it had already plated. We kept the gag going all night and he was about ot **** a brick. He didn't realize until the next morning.

And I like the ****-puck idea.

In college we did flip a guy out of the top bunk of his bed. He just yelled when he fell on his desk. I didn;t think 8 people could fit through a doorway at once, but somehow we did.

 

[User 1019]

I once sent a young soldier to the end of a runway carrying flashlights (with translucent cones attached to the ends) and told him to direct incoming aircraft to another runway. Good times, there.

Being in the security business in the service, my co-workers and I had our fair share of boring days. It was always fun to have some FNG (****ing new guy) go out and check the perimeter alarms by jumping up and down, flapping his arms, running into the fence, etc., while we were recording it for playbacks during briefings.

But the best prank I've ever heard was one in which I had NO part.

Rookie joins the MP unit. He's detailed one evening to sweep the building, take out the trash. You know, **** that privates do. In the old days, the K-9 officers used blank amunition to familiarize the dogs to gunshots.

So, the shift supervisor told the new kid to take off his gun belt, put it on the table and sweep the building. He did, and the shift sup, grabbed the kid's weapon and put blank rounds in it.

Of course, a call comes in about a "suspicious" person at the off-post park for which the unit is responsible for patrolling. When they arrive at the park, the supervisor begins to slowly approach the "suspicious person," who pulls a gun and "shoots" the supervisor. Of course, the kid draws his weapon and begins to fire blanks at the "suspicous person," who keeps coming and keeps "firing."

The kid was so shaken that he had to be taken to the mental facility and was later discharged.

 

[Captain_Kirk]

During a church outing at a beachhouse in Galveston, I saran-wrapped a toilet seat and the next unfortunate user decided to do a No. 2, not a No. 1.

the saran wrapped toilet--an all time classic.

One of the better ones I remember was from my college frat days---we took one of our buddies about a mile and a half away from the house off campus, took his clothes and left him in his underwear by the side of the road. With ten pennies (a pay phone call cost 10 cents in those days). He made it home no problem--started walking and eventually hitched a ride with someone who brought him back. Still one of my very good friends today a quarter century later.

And for a real trick, go to any fast food drive thru, or hell, any retail establishment anywhere, and offer up payment in an amount to get you a round amount (no pennies) back in change---after they've already rung the straight dollar amount into the register. For example, say it's 3.69 for your happy meal, give them $4.04 or $4.09. Watch the steam come out of their ears and the chipmunks turn their brain as they try to decipher what change you're actually due. Oh the hilarity!
(Warning, though--always be careful what you get back--they're as likely to shortchange you as either get it right or over pay you).

 

[Just_An_SID]

Back when I was in college, I helped a friend get a summer job as a cook at the restaurant I worked at. Cooks always changed into whites before their shift, leaving their regular clothes in the back supply room. At the end of one rather grueling Saturday night, I returned to get dressed, only to find that my friend has slipped out earlier to dunk my blue jeans into a buck of water. He then set them up in the freezer, leaving me with a frozen pair of jeans (they were actually standing up in the middle when I opened the door). I vowed revenge.

Fast forward two months to the second week of school and we went out to celebrate his 22nd birthday at the corner bar. One by one, the four girls that he was "kind of" dating showed up and took their place around the table. The first two were oblivious to the connection and when the third came in, they started to wonder. The fourth girl put it over the top and they started to compare notes about my friend. At one point during this process, my friend looked at me and said, "Let me guess, this is paybacks for the pants?" I shook my head in agreement. "I will never **** with you again," he added.

 

[Big Buckin' agate_monkey]

During a church outing at a beachhouse in Galveston, I saran-wrapped a toilet seat and the next unfortunate user decided to do a No. 2, not a No. 1.

the saran wrapped toilet--an all time classic.

One of the better ones I remember was from my college frat days---we took one of our buddies about a mile and a half away from the house off campus, took his clothes and left him in his underwear by the side of the road. With ten pennies (a pay phone call cost 10 cents in those days). He made it home no problem--started walking and eventually hitched a ride with someone who brought him back. Still one of my very good friends today a quarter century later.

And for a real trick, go to any fast food drive thru, or hell, any retail establishment anywhere, and offer up payment in an amount to get you a round amount (no pennies) back in change---after they've already rung the straight dollar amount into the register. For example, say it's 3.69 for your happy meal, give them $4.04 or $4.09. Watch the steam come out of their ears and the chipmunks turn their brain as they try to decipher what change you're actually due. Oh the hilarity!
(Warning, though--always be careful what you get back--they're as likely to shortchange you as either get it right or over pay you).

Hell, even if you give 'em odd change before they plug in the numbers, they give a blank, dumb-founded look.

 

[slappy4428]

But the best prank I've ever heard was one in which I had NO part.

Rookie joins the MP unit. He's detailed one evening to sweep the building, take out the trash. You know, **** that privates do. In the old days, the K-9 officers used blank amunition to familiarize the dogs to gunshots.

So, the shift supervisor told the new kid to take off his gun belt, put it on the table and sweep the building. He did, and the shift sup, grabbed the kid's weapon and put blank rounds in it.

Of course, a call comes in about a "suspicious" person at the off-post park for which the unit is responsible for patrolling. When they arrive at the park, the supervisor begins to slowly approach the "suspicious person," who pulls a gun and "shoots" the supervisor. Of course, the kid draws his weapon and begins to fire blanks at the "suspicous person," who keeps coming and keeps "firing."

The kid was so shaken that he had to be taken to the mental facility and was later discharged.

Innocent kid went nuts because of a firearm... yeah, good times!