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For our reading pleasure, tell us about the best prank you ever played on, was a victim of, or just observed. My case:

It was senior week at my college and my baseball team had a few home games that same week, so we were all in one dorm building. Me and four or five of my teammates were drinking in one of the rooms around 2:00 am when our catcher, Brian, gets a call from his on-again/off-again girlfriend (who is VERY well endowed, might I add). She's coming back from a bar crawl, hammered as hell, and wants to sneak into our dorm (we're separate from the seniors) and spend the night with him, but Brian wanted no part of it.

But instead of telling her "not tonight" and causing an unnecessary argument, he says "sure, come on up, I'll be in my bed." As soon as he hangs up, we start brainstorming on how to get him out of this when one of the yahoos suggested to pull the ol' switcher-oo. There's a quick debate on who goes in, until everyone turns & looks at me. Of course, I have a mile-wide, ****-eatin' grin on my face b/c I know the reaction I'd get from her (my nick-name is/was Krazy, which had been well-earned by my fourth year). So, off I go into Brian's room, into his bed (shoulda checked it with a black light) and turned off the lights.

A few minutes later, the girl comes in and starts blabbing about who knows what, but in a soft voice so she doesn't wake me. As she's taking off her shirt to display her lovely breastesses, she asks if I'm doing OK. Not wanting to blow my cover just yet, I just mumble "uh-huh" and gives the thumbs-up sign. She then says she's going across the hall for a bit and will be right back. As I learn later, when she was across the hall, she was talking to all the guys -- EXCEPT Brian -- since he was hiding in the closet behind here while jumping out once in a while making goofy faces, trying to get the guys to crack, but they didn't... FOR 20 MINUTES!

Anyway, she gets back in, removes her shirt again, but this time, she knows something is up so she asks, "Are you OK? Who is that?" I throw off the cover, turn on the light and say, "Hey sweetie, daddy's here!" I swear, you could have heard that shriek all the way to Pat's & Geno's!
 
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The greatest trick the Devil ever played was convincing the world that he didn't exist.
 
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Someone once made me watch the Godfather novella on Bravo. That was a good one.
 
OK, in the spirit of this thread, here's a true story.

I used to work at this ****ty little restaurant. It was largely a takeout place on the water, but had a dining room as well. Anyway, there were indoor bathrooms, but most of the employees used the bathrooms out in "the shed." Clean bathrooms, no prob.

One day, I went to do my biz after lunch. Had to take the Browns to the Super Bowl, if ya know what I mean. Next thing you know, I hear my boys Dave and Josh in the bathroom. My first thought is: They're kind of giggling a lot. My second thought is, "holy ****, that's a 35 gallon pot of water they're pouring over the top of my stall!"

Needless to say, I am soaked and humiliated by the ordeal of getting 35 gallons of water poured on my dome as I'm ****ting. It took a good portion of the kitchen staff to hold me back as I tried to murder these douches.

As I stormed out of the restaurant, damn near ready to quit, I promised both assholes I would get them.

Three months later at our end of the summer party, we always had this thing called the grog bowl. Bottom line was, each station in the restaurant poured one item into a bowl, then everyone was able to call others out on the douchebag moves they made during the summer and make them drink from the grog bowl.

So, it's my turn and, obviously, I call upon Dave and Josh for pouring 35 gallons of water on my as I shat (that's right, I said 'shat'). As I did so, I had a bottle of castor oil in my sleeve. As everyone looked at them when I called them out, I poured half the bottle into each kid's drink.

They came up, took their medicine, everyone laughed, haha. It wasn't until about a half hour later, after the whole shindig was over, that I told them about what I had done. It was approximately 10 minutes (if that) later that they were both in the bathroom depositing every item they had consumed over the past two days into the very same ****ter where they humiliated me.

No, I didn't pour water on them. Instead, I told everyone what I had done and approximately 15-20 people stood in the bathroom heckling them while they firecrackered the bathroom.

I'm not sure it was quite as humiliating for them as it was for me, but I thought it was evil genius to send them back to the place where they got me, many months after it had happened.
 
Very nice, bigperm. Very nice. I ain't ****in' with you.
 
I had one pulled on me during this year's SuperBowl pregame show. I was born in Chicago and have been a huge Bears fan my whole life. One of my wife girlfirends, who is a huge Green Bay Packer's fan, called our house about 10 minutes before kickoff. I was in the bathroom and heard the phone ring, my wife brought the phone to me and Randi told me her car had broken down on the freeway and she couldn't get in touch with her husband, because he was out of state working. (His job often takes him out of state, so I believed this.) The distress in her voice sounded real to me and I quickly became concerned for her safety so I told her I'd be there in a few minutes, but I asked if I could bring her back to my house for a while so I could see some of the Super Bowl. (She lives more than an hour away from us, so the trip there and back would have cost me about three quarters of the game.) I'm caught now between missing my beloved Bears, who are about to play in their first SuperBowl in two decades and one of my best friends, whose in need of help. As I walk to the do, I tell my wife, "call me on my cell phone and keep me updated of the score." Suddenly, my wife bursts out laughing. She knew what was up and told me it was a prank, that Randi had called her and let her in on it before she handed me the phone and that Randi was sitting in her living room about to watch the game. Within a minute the phone rang again and it was Randi, my wife told her what had happened and then Randi talked with me. I could hear her kids and her husband bellowing in the background with laughter, because I thought I would miss the Bears playing in the SuperBowl to help out a Packers fan. Randi got me good!
 
It's nothing as complex as some of these others, just childish. But I enjoyed them

In high school, my dad got a gag gift of canned farts called Phew! So I took it to school and we sprayed it in classrooms, etc. Went to a dance one night, walked into the middloe of the dance floor and let loose. You should have seen then people scatter.

Also, friend of mine coated my headlights with mud. So to get back I got into his car and doused his freshly-cleaned ROTC uniform with the stuff. Good times.
 
In high school I made a tape of the school bell and played it back in class. Got my class dismissed early. The principal only gave me two days of detention because he thought it was genius. He told me at graduation that it was the single greatest prank that any student had pulled in all his years as a principal.

I know a guy that's the ultimate prankster. About 15 years ago a city councilman from Fort Worth was found to have been taking bribes to the tune of several hundred thousand a year. My friend knew someone that worked at city hall and was able to furnish him with the councilman's home phone number. My friend then goes to a friend of his who works night shifts at a print shop and has several hundred bumper stickers made. They go around and slap these stickers on random cars. "Would you like to make an extra $100,000 a year? Call ***-**** to find out how." The councilman had his number changed after a couple of days due to the number of calls he was receiving on how to get rich quick.

Same guy and print shop around Desert Storm. They put together these flyers for a "Flag Waving Rally." The text of the flyer is all about showing the troops that your behind them and proud to be Americans rah rah rah. The kicker was at the end where it said to show your support by sacrificing your pet in the fountain in front of Dallas City Hall. They plastered these flyers up all over the metromess over the course of a couple of nights and then sit back and watch the fun. PETA was at City Hall in full force as well as a couple of local TV stations and some of the Dallas PD.
 
PhilaYank36 said:
The greatest trick the Devil ever played was convincing the world that he didn't exist.

"don't you know there ain't no devil, there's just god when he's drunk" - Tom Waits (Heart Attack & Vine)
 
My comrades and I on the student paper pulled one on a campus radio doofus 37 years ago, but I don't think the statute of limitations has expired yet, so sorry ...
 
GuessWho said:
My comrades and I on the student paper pulled one on a campus radio doofus 37 years ago, but I don't think the statute of limitations has expired yet, so sorry ...

If it was 37 years ago, it has. Unless you killed him. :-\
 

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