Lets hear the best practical joke you have played.
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Think we've been here before, but had a problem with a certain cat getting on my vehicles. Politely asked the owner to restrain the offending feline. No results, other than smart-azzed remarks. Shot the cat, did a fantastic job of tanning it's hide, shaved "welcome" in it's back, delivered his new doormat to his front door. He was too much of a puss - no pun intended - to do anything about it. Problem solved.
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the guys where i used to work used to bug me all the time about me smoking. So one day they decided to go in my tool box while i wasnt looking, brought them into the washroom, through them in toilet, and took a big shat on them. K it was a joke, ill get them back
so the next morning i brought a staple gun and grabbed the grease gun we use at work. Went to the change room, i filled there pockets full of grease and stappled there pant legs hahaa
so the next morning i brought a staple gun and grabbed the grease gun we use at work. Went to the change room, i filled there pockets full of grease and stappled there pant legs hahaa
My first "real" job as a kid (outside of delivering newspapers and de-tasselling corn) was at a Baskin-Robbins ice cream store.
There was one kid who worked there that bugged me no end. I used to take his uniform shirts, get them wet and hang them up in the walk-in freezer. He would come into work and I would be leaving... those shirts would stand on the floor by themselves.
He started bringing his shirts in with him when he came to work and would change in the back room. I hid behind some boxes and when he had his t-shirt pulled over his head, I jumped out and plastered him with whipped cream...
Stupid? yes... funny? you bet!
There was one kid who worked there that bugged me no end. I used to take his uniform shirts, get them wet and hang them up in the walk-in freezer. He would come into work and I would be leaving... those shirts would stand on the floor by themselves.
He started bringing his shirts in with him when he came to work and would change in the back room. I hid behind some boxes and when he had his t-shirt pulled over his head, I jumped out and plastered him with whipped cream...
Stupid? yes... funny? you bet!
A quick and easy one to do, especially if you get time alone at the office (or wherever), and you want to get your boss (as long as they have an office with a closed door and all, even if it's locked)...
Take a full package of baby powder and empty it out along the crack of space at the bottom of the office door. Then get a hairt blow dryer. Now, blow the baby powder under the door and into the office. Clean up after yourself, and walk away, go home, and have a nice meal.
Next morning, go in to see your boss (or whoever) at their office, and marvel in the view of EVERYTHING being covered in a nice layer of white powder, from ceiling to floor.
Take a full package of baby powder and empty it out along the crack of space at the bottom of the office door. Then get a hairt blow dryer. Now, blow the baby powder under the door and into the office. Clean up after yourself, and walk away, go home, and have a nice meal.
Next morning, go in to see your boss (or whoever) at their office, and marvel in the view of EVERYTHING being covered in a nice layer of white powder, from ceiling to floor.
My neighbor has some cats that climb on my cars and scratch them..... Her husband would laugh, she would do the same thing I did to the cat to me, so I can't. Dammit!
This is a pretty bad one and I wouldnt recomend anyone to do this, ever. Now that I think back it was stupid and could have been dangerous.
Anyone who owns a boat or knows about boats can relate to this one.
My father has owned boats his whole life, he currenly has a few, but this particular story takes place on his 53 footer. It is docked at a marina here in jacksonville on the river, every year for the 4th of july there is a fireworks show on the river, well my family along with some family friends were down on the boat sitting on the top level waiting for the fireworks. My friend and I were meeting them down there. So on the way I picked up a hand held smoke bomb , ( you can see whats coming ). We came down the dock and got on the boat without them noticing, I lit the smoke bomb and let the smoke rise to the upper level of the boat. Everyone screamed fire and was freaking out and a couple people jumped overboard into the river
. At the time it was hilarious to me and my friend while my dad didnt think the same way. I got a heafty blow to the face , out of pure adrenaline and anger from my father, But it was too funny for me to stop laughing.
Anyone who owns a boat or knows about boats can relate to this one.
My father has owned boats his whole life, he currenly has a few, but this particular story takes place on his 53 footer. It is docked at a marina here in jacksonville on the river, every year for the 4th of july there is a fireworks show on the river, well my family along with some family friends were down on the boat sitting on the top level waiting for the fireworks. My friend and I were meeting them down there. So on the way I picked up a hand held smoke bomb , ( you can see whats coming ). We came down the dock and got on the boat without them noticing, I lit the smoke bomb and let the smoke rise to the upper level of the boat. Everyone screamed fire and was freaking out and a couple people jumped overboard into the river
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Back when I was still in military some jerk took my clothes out of a dryer and put his instead...pissed in the dryer.
Being a firefigher and paramedic we play alot of jokes.
Turn heater on in vehicle if it is left running...not fun in FL
Glitter in AC vents'
Sugar in sleeping bags
Shoot bottle rockets under bathroom/shower doors
Tied a rubber snake to a guy's fire helmet
Spray regular dishwashing detergent in dishwasher for next
shift
Switch the sugar and salt
Eggs in boots
Freeze boots, uniforms, sleeping bags, pillows stuff like that.
Being a firefigher and paramedic we play alot of jokes.
Turn heater on in vehicle if it is left running...not fun in FL
Glitter in AC vents'
Sugar in sleeping bags
Shoot bottle rockets under bathroom/shower doors
Tied a rubber snake to a guy's fire helmet
Spray regular dishwashing detergent in dishwasher for next
shift
Switch the sugar and salt
Eggs in boots
Freeze boots, uniforms, sleeping bags, pillows stuff like that.
Here is one thing I have done... I only pull this out for people I really really hate. Not many but I have come across a few asshats that have deserved it...
Here goes:
I go to the adult section of the bookstore and get every bill me later from every form of pornographic magazine... I mean the nastiest filthiest I can find. I fill them out with the persons name and address, work address, church address, mothers address, mother in law's address... Then simply dump them in the mail and let the fun begin. Not only do they have to explain that they didn't order this filth... They have to fight with the magazine provider to get out of the bill. I have only done this twice and I have to say ONLY DO IT TO SOMEONE YOU TRULY DESPISE.
thank god its not as bad as whackin someone's cat
Here goes:
I go to the adult section of the bookstore and get every bill me later from every form of pornographic magazine... I mean the nastiest filthiest I can find. I fill them out with the persons name and address, work address, church address, mothers address, mother in law's address... Then simply dump them in the mail and let the fun begin. Not only do they have to explain that they didn't order this filth... They have to fight with the magazine provider to get out of the bill. I have only done this twice and I have to say ONLY DO IT TO SOMEONE YOU TRULY DESPISE.
thank god its not as bad as whackin someone's cat
Here is another one... Just prior to a snowfall... Go to intended victims car... Take one jar of vaseline... Apply generously to the windshield... Wait for victim to go and try to clean car off and encounter the vaseline that has welded to the windsheild... Not a fun cleanup because cleaning products don't like intense cold. the mess is incredible.
Similar to this, right before a good rain, go out get some maxipads, and then stick them to the windshield (or, if you're a complete #######, to the body of the car). They soak up rain, expand, AND are a ##### to remove all of the adhesive.
This is particularly good if the person has a habit of running late, so has to drive with them on his/her car.
best revenge I have ever pulled (its bad, really bad):
Back in high school one of my friends broke up with his girl because he got tired of her cheating on him and apologizing for it knowing that he would always take her back. This girl had been going after me for a bit but I stayed away for my boy. Anyhow he told me to do whatever it takes to pay this b***h back...(Never say that unless you really really mean it)
So a week or 2 later I saw her at a party and started talking to her. Didn't take too long to talk her into heading upstairs ( she started drinking awhile before I showed up). After we finished our time together I wiped off on her and started to get dressed. She was trying to talk me into going for a second run but I just said that I wanted another beer and kept getting dressed. Once completed I pulled out my wallet and tossed her $5, turned around and headed out the door. If you've never had a high heel shoe hit you in the back of the head, its not a pleasant experience.
I figured that was enough to pay her back, kept it private and she knew the reasons for what I did. Apparently that wasn't good enough for her. By the time I got to the bottom of the stairs she came barging out of the room wearing nothing but a sheet and yelled at the top of her lungs "I can't believe you just f****d me and gave my $5 your f*****g #####!" Everyone at the party became deathly silent for about 2 seconds and then started laughing at her uncontrollably.
3 days later she was in a different school and my friend ended up having to get his a$$ whipped. Still say it was worth it though.
Back in high school one of my friends broke up with his girl because he got tired of her cheating on him and apologizing for it knowing that he would always take her back. This girl had been going after me for a bit but I stayed away for my boy. Anyhow he told me to do whatever it takes to pay this b***h back...(Never say that unless you really really mean it)
So a week or 2 later I saw her at a party and started talking to her. Didn't take too long to talk her into heading upstairs ( she started drinking awhile before I showed up). After we finished our time together I wiped off on her and started to get dressed. She was trying to talk me into going for a second run but I just said that I wanted another beer and kept getting dressed. Once completed I pulled out my wallet and tossed her $5, turned around and headed out the door. If you've never had a high heel shoe hit you in the back of the head, its not a pleasant experience.
I figured that was enough to pay her back, kept it private and she knew the reasons for what I did. Apparently that wasn't good enough for her. By the time I got to the bottom of the stairs she came barging out of the room wearing nothing but a sheet and yelled at the top of her lungs "I can't believe you just f****d me and gave my $5 your f*****g #####!" Everyone at the party became deathly silent for about 2 seconds and then started laughing at her uncontrollably.
3 days later she was in a different school and my friend ended up having to get his a$$ whipped. Still say it was worth it though.
Along the "sticking things to the windshield" line of thought....
My brother is the original evil troll........among his MANY ideas for revenge is to glue naked/porn pics of men to a windshield of some dude you hate. Again, he may have to go to work/school with them still on the car.....
Even more fun if you can be a fly on the wall to hear him explain it to everyone who asks!
My brother is the original evil troll........among his MANY ideas for revenge is to glue naked/porn pics of men to a windshield of some dude you hate. Again, he may have to go to work/school with them still on the car.....
Even more fun if you can be a fly on the wall to hear him explain it to everyone who asks!
I think my best prank was done at the age of 12 with the help of two friends. The Jerky Boys and Ferris Bueller had nothing on us when it came to complex pranks.
It was the summer of '83 and my friend Mike stops by in the morning. Fire up the Atari and play that for a while, then decide to hit the phone. First we called the "regulars". Our good friend Mr. Boner gets a call and then our favorite business, Ruth's Hair Removal...the pubic hair question always got Ruth fired up!
We needed some new material so we're thumbing through the yellow pages and there it was...the FUNERAL DIRECTORY! I called one funeral home to report a "deceased" but it didn't work since the name I made up wasn't reported to the Coroners office.
No problem, we just need to work on it.
We head out to the arcade at the local bowling alley and hang out there for a while and then decide to visit our friend Craig who lives down the street from there. Craig was on our bowling team for years and one grade ahead of us so he was already in high school. His mom answers the door and we find out a deep dark secret...Craig was at band camp and won't be back home until after 12:00.
Craig is jokester so we can't wait till he gets home to rip on him about that.
We then head over to another friends house. We tell Bob about the funeral home prank and since his parents were both at work we decided to call the coroners office.
Mike calls and starts sobbing about having a deceased. He keeps them going for a while and then as the end joke he tells the lady that "his son got hit by a toy tonka train". We're laughing our asses off but they took it serious! Between his blubbering she must have heard something totally different.
The lady asks for the deceased full name! Mike blurts out Craig ***** (I ain't gonna mention his last name here). Now they want all his info, so Mike starts crying trying to stall her while we look up the info in the phone book.
After a little while it's all done...Craig is officially DEAD and they're sending the coroner van to his house to pick him up!
Does it end there? Hell no! I now start calling funeral homes pretending to be Craigs dad who is currently out of town in another state on business. Hit a few dead ends but two fell for it...sure they were hesitant at first until they put me on hold and called the coroners office to confirm a report had been filed. You wouldn't believe how well "send the bill to my home address" worked. Even the casket was no problem...Craig just loved Mahogany soooooo much. In the end Mr. Popular was scheduled to make appearences at two different funeral homes.
Of course now comes all the tedious work, such as renting a limo to take the grievers from the funeral home to the cemetary, renting a hall and caterers for the party after the wake. Hectic times I tell ya! Never got around to ordering an actual cemetary plot or writing that obituary and submitting it to the local newspaper (thank God!) as it was getting late.
We took off and headed home. I'll never forget as I rode up the sidewalk on my bicycle. Both my mom and dad were standing there on the front porch with a look I had never seen before and never want to see again. Holy sh!t did they lay into me! Of course I denied everything and my dad drug me upstairs into my bedroom and pointed out the phone book that just happened to be open to the yellow pages funeral directory...dang busted! They told me the police are coming by and I'm in it so deep there's nothing they can do. I'm thinking to myself yeah right.
Next morning at 8:00 am I hear a car pull into the driveway and a door slam. I'm about ready to puke...look out the window and oh sh!t it's a cop.
I got lectured for an hour at the kitchen table about what kind of things happen to a 12 year old kid in state prison. The cop was so freakin' serious I really did believe him. Mike lived in a neighboring city outside his jurasdiction so he had me call him. "Dude, you aint gonna believe this but we're dead. There's a cop at my house that wants to talk to you". Mike starts laughing "yeah sure"! Cop grabs the phone away from me and tears into him and eventually gets his dad on the line. They had to make a trip to the police dept. to get the same lecture.
In the end we were grounded for months and had to go apologize to Craig and his family in person. His dad stood at the door while Craig stood behind him silently pointing, laughing and making faces at me as I apologized. Craig thought the whole thing was hilarious, turns out right after he got home from band the coroner meat wagon pulled up to claim him. All this time I thought the calls were traced but couldn't figure out why Bob didn't get busted since the calls came from his house. Turns out nobody would have ever pinned it on us if it weren't for the RECORDED calls at the coroners office and funeral homes.
Laid off the prank phone calls for a while until I was about 16 and smart enough to cover my tracks. Got real clever with cordless fone phreaking and even a high powered linear hooked up to a CB radio. Had horny truckers from all over the country calling one kid I didn't like. Had another visit but this time from a detective...kids parents knew it was me, detective knew it was me but all their traced calls went to various houses through out the city and not one to mine.
Oh man those were good times!
It was the summer of '83 and my friend Mike stops by in the morning. Fire up the Atari and play that for a while, then decide to hit the phone. First we called the "regulars". Our good friend Mr. Boner gets a call and then our favorite business, Ruth's Hair Removal...the pubic hair question always got Ruth fired up!
We needed some new material so we're thumbing through the yellow pages and there it was...the FUNERAL DIRECTORY! I called one funeral home to report a "deceased" but it didn't work since the name I made up wasn't reported to the Coroners office.
We head out to the arcade at the local bowling alley and hang out there for a while and then decide to visit our friend Craig who lives down the street from there. Craig was on our bowling team for years and one grade ahead of us so he was already in high school. His mom answers the door and we find out a deep dark secret...Craig was at band camp and won't be back home until after 12:00.
We then head over to another friends house. We tell Bob about the funeral home prank and since his parents were both at work we decided to call the coroners office.
Mike calls and starts sobbing about having a deceased. He keeps them going for a while and then as the end joke he tells the lady that "his son got hit by a toy tonka train". We're laughing our asses off but they took it serious! Between his blubbering she must have heard something totally different.
The lady asks for the deceased full name! Mike blurts out Craig ***** (I ain't gonna mention his last name here). Now they want all his info, so Mike starts crying trying to stall her while we look up the info in the phone book.
After a little while it's all done...Craig is officially DEAD and they're sending the coroner van to his house to pick him up!
Does it end there? Hell no! I now start calling funeral homes pretending to be Craigs dad who is currently out of town in another state on business. Hit a few dead ends but two fell for it...sure they were hesitant at first until they put me on hold and called the coroners office to confirm a report had been filed. You wouldn't believe how well "send the bill to my home address" worked. Even the casket was no problem...Craig just loved Mahogany soooooo much. In the end Mr. Popular was scheduled to make appearences at two different funeral homes.
Of course now comes all the tedious work, such as renting a limo to take the grievers from the funeral home to the cemetary, renting a hall and caterers for the party after the wake. Hectic times I tell ya! Never got around to ordering an actual cemetary plot or writing that obituary and submitting it to the local newspaper (thank God!) as it was getting late.
We took off and headed home. I'll never forget as I rode up the sidewalk on my bicycle. Both my mom and dad were standing there on the front porch with a look I had never seen before and never want to see again. Holy sh!t did they lay into me! Of course I denied everything and my dad drug me upstairs into my bedroom and pointed out the phone book that just happened to be open to the yellow pages funeral directory...dang busted! They told me the police are coming by and I'm in it so deep there's nothing they can do. I'm thinking to myself yeah right.
Next morning at 8:00 am I hear a car pull into the driveway and a door slam. I'm about ready to puke...look out the window and oh sh!t it's a cop.
I got lectured for an hour at the kitchen table about what kind of things happen to a 12 year old kid in state prison. The cop was so freakin' serious I really did believe him. Mike lived in a neighboring city outside his jurasdiction so he had me call him. "Dude, you aint gonna believe this but we're dead. There's a cop at my house that wants to talk to you". Mike starts laughing "yeah sure"! Cop grabs the phone away from me and tears into him and eventually gets his dad on the line. They had to make a trip to the police dept. to get the same lecture.
In the end we were grounded for months and had to go apologize to Craig and his family in person. His dad stood at the door while Craig stood behind him silently pointing, laughing and making faces at me as I apologized. Craig thought the whole thing was hilarious, turns out right after he got home from band the coroner meat wagon pulled up to claim him. All this time I thought the calls were traced but couldn't figure out why Bob didn't get busted since the calls came from his house. Turns out nobody would have ever pinned it on us if it weren't for the RECORDED calls at the coroners office and funeral homes.
Laid off the prank phone calls for a while until I was about 16 and smart enough to cover my tracks. Got real clever with cordless fone phreaking and even a high powered linear hooked up to a CB radio. Had horny truckers from all over the country calling one kid I didn't like. Had another visit but this time from a detective...kids parents knew it was me, detective knew it was me but all their traced calls went to various houses through out the city and not one to mine.
Oh man those were good times!
I've done a few I'm sorry to say..
A plant manager who gave us all hell got a raw fish put in the space behind a drawer in his office desk....got nearly a week outa that one.. his office stank..
Same lucky chap gat a tin of tuna put into the air intake grille in the hood of his car ... Every time he turned on the heater or blower...well you can imagine..
He eventually learned to relax a bit...
A plant manager who gave us all hell got a raw fish put in the space behind a drawer in his office desk....got nearly a week outa that one.. his office stank..
Same lucky chap gat a tin of tuna put into the air intake grille in the hood of his car ... Every time he turned on the heater or blower...well you can imagine..
He eventually learned to relax a bit...
This is everyday at my work...
when your climbing a power pole or tower, grab your buddies safety and SHAKE the hell out of it....
put a layer of grease over the wipers on the truck on a rainy day.
grease under the door handles
crank the heat on a running truck when its around 98 degrees outside.
take the wire from the reels on your buddies truck in the morning and tie it to the dock so they take off and leave 200' of wire streaming behind them.
when someone is in line at a store, ring their nextel and scream..." I love sausage!!"
when your climbing a power pole or tower, grab your buddies safety and SHAKE the hell out of it....
put a layer of grease over the wipers on the truck on a rainy day.
grease under the door handles
crank the heat on a running truck when its around 98 degrees outside.
take the wire from the reels on your buddies truck in the morning and tie it to the dock so they take off and leave 200' of wire streaming behind them.
when someone is in line at a store, ring their nextel and scream..." I love sausage!!"
I'm not the prankster in the house...Mike is...
He's done a lot of funny things to coworkers (super glued the receiver to the phone base then calls, tossed a dead cat in one guy's car, decorated a buddy's entire car with a washable marker as payback for the guy setting his '65 Mustang up on 4 blocks in the parking lot at work), but one of the best lately was when a guy he's worked with for years got a job at Phillip Morris (tobacco co)...Mike stuck a bumper sticker on the back of his truck that read "I hate smokers" the day he left for the new job...
He's never been heard from again...hrmmmm...
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He's done a lot of funny things to coworkers (super glued the receiver to the phone base then calls, tossed a dead cat in one guy's car, decorated a buddy's entire car with a washable marker as payback for the guy setting his '65 Mustang up on 4 blocks in the parking lot at work), but one of the best lately was when a guy he's worked with for years got a job at Phillip Morris (tobacco co)...Mike stuck a bumper sticker on the back of his truck that read "I hate smokers" the day he left for the new job...
He's never been heard from again...hrmmmm...
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Not sure if I should be saying this in a public forum, but it was a long time ago (when I was young and real stupid) and I think the statue of limitations are in affect and as long as I don't give too many details I should be fine.
A guy pissed me off once (did something to me not too cool)
at a certain time when it was dark outside his neighbor hood was woken up by a loud noise to discover his magnesium rims on his vehicle melting to his drive way. (along with the rest of the vehicle)
I used to kind of had a bad temper back in the day, but maturity and medication have helped tremendously
I actually kind of feel bad about it now. Kind of wish I could appologize to the guy.
A guy pissed me off once (did something to me not too cool)
at a certain time when it was dark outside his neighbor hood was woken up by a loud noise to discover his magnesium rims on his vehicle melting to his drive way. (along with the rest of the vehicle)
I used to kind of had a bad temper back in the day, but maturity and medication have helped tremendously
I actually kind of feel bad about it now. Kind of wish I could appologize to the guy.
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