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The Prank Thread
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During a house party, run outside with vaseline and saran wrap. Smear a nice even layer of vaseline over their car's entire windshield, then carefully lay saran wrap over all of it. If you can, bring scissors to trim the edges nicely to the window seal. They get in, wonder what's wrong their windshield, hit the wiper blades, and create a huge MESS on their window, which will get them slimy and icky as they try to clean up before they can even drive anywhere.
When I was 16, my church youth group went on a missions trip to work with Habitat for Humanity in Oklahoma City. My friend Alex talked for days about how he was going to prank all of us so bad, but he ended up falling asleep before anyone else, so we took all the stuff he was going to use on us, and my friend Dustin sprinkled cherry kool-aid on his chest. The idea of this was that he would sweat, and the kool-aid would stain his skin. What actually happened, though, was that the kool-aid looked identical to a terrible rash that he had had a few years prior to this, so he freaked out. We all kept a totally straight face about it, too.
Another good one was at another youth retreat. One of the guys in my hotel room fell asleep way before the rest of us, so we found a chunk of cardboard from a pizza box, slathered one side of it in my hair "glue" (I used to spike my hair like crazy) and gently pressed it against the side of his head. He slept though that for a solid hour and a half, which was plenty of time for a good portion of this crazy super-strength hair gel to dry. He sat up, felt the side of his head, ripped the piece of carboard off (which produced a surprisingly loud ripping sound; I'm sure it took a few hairs with it), looked it it, and said "Hair gel. Nice." The next day all the hair on the side of his head stood STRAIGHT out.
Another good one was at another youth retreat. One of the guys in my hotel room fell asleep way before the rest of us, so we found a chunk of cardboard from a pizza box, slathered one side of it in my hair "glue" (I used to spike my hair like crazy) and gently pressed it against the side of his head. He slept though that for a solid hour and a half, which was plenty of time for a good portion of this crazy super-strength hair gel to dry. He sat up, felt the side of his head, ripped the piece of carboard off (which produced a surprisingly loud ripping sound; I'm sure it took a few hairs with it), looked it it, and said "Hair gel. Nice." The next day all the hair on the side of his head stood STRAIGHT out.
We had this one guy at work who was not only a serious prankster, but he also had the sloppiest desk in the department. He went on vacation for a week and the secretaries decided it would be a cool prank to clean up his desk. I decided we should take it a step further and move someone else into his desk and fake a memo transferring him to a different department. It worked great AND backfired all at the same time.
We put all his stuff in boxes and shoved them under other people's desks (all were in on it). Then we had someone he didn't know put her family pictures on the desk and a new set of files in the drawers. We drafted three copies of the letter transferring him out and her in. We even forged signatures of two directors and one manager to make the transfers look official. We put one on the desk, one on the corkboard for that set of office cubes, and one at the secretary's desk.
On the day he was to return, I was supposed to be in a meeting doing a presentation in front of the people who's signatures we forged. This is where things backfired. We had one guy assigned to make certain the prank-ee did not leave the office with the forged memo. He failed, and the prank-ee went, almost in tears, to report to his new department, Quality Control.
I'm at the meeting and notice that the manager and the director of Quality Control are not in the meeting like they were supposed to be. Turns out, one of our plants had a big quality issue, so they were in the director's office trying to develop a recovery plan when the prank-ee walks in, memo in hand and reports to his new job. THEY WERE PISSED!!!!
I ran to my director (the other forged signature) and his executive director to explain what was going on before the QC manager and director could get there. They both laughed so hard they shed tears, which is probably the only reason I'm still with the company today, seeing as how I had forged three executive signatures.
Peace,
James
PS - He sorta got me back by posting a For Sale sign on my Corvette a couple weeks later.
We put all his stuff in boxes and shoved them under other people's desks (all were in on it). Then we had someone he didn't know put her family pictures on the desk and a new set of files in the drawers. We drafted three copies of the letter transferring him out and her in. We even forged signatures of two directors and one manager to make the transfers look official. We put one on the desk, one on the corkboard for that set of office cubes, and one at the secretary's desk.
On the day he was to return, I was supposed to be in a meeting doing a presentation in front of the people who's signatures we forged. This is where things backfired. We had one guy assigned to make certain the prank-ee did not leave the office with the forged memo. He failed, and the prank-ee went, almost in tears, to report to his new department, Quality Control.
I'm at the meeting and notice that the manager and the director of Quality Control are not in the meeting like they were supposed to be. Turns out, one of our plants had a big quality issue, so they were in the director's office trying to develop a recovery plan when the prank-ee walks in, memo in hand and reports to his new job. THEY WERE PISSED!!!!
I ran to my director (the other forged signature) and his executive director to explain what was going on before the QC manager and director could get there. They both laughed so hard they shed tears, which is probably the only reason I'm still with the company today, seeing as how I had forged three executive signatures.
Peace,
James
PS - He sorta got me back by posting a For Sale sign on my Corvette a couple weeks later.
I was 12 playing hockey... and there was this dude who hit his growth spurt early...
Now normally this would be cool, except for the fact that said 12 year old Goliath was a complete jerk. In spite of protest from everyone on the team, he would not wear underwear underneath his jock strap, which would have been cool if not for the fact that he used to strut around the changeroom in the nude for about 15 minutes every time. A conversation went like this:
Us: Hey man, do you think you could put some shorts on? Your constant nudity is really wierding us out...
Idiot: It's not my fault that I'm so HUGE down there... quit your whining.
So, needless to say, something needed to be done about his unwillingness to cooperate. One day, while he was out eating fries before we dressed for a game, we rubbed Deep Cold on the inside of his jock strap. So, when he found it was time for him to cover up his little left-winger, the burning-cold sensation was so intense and worrying to him that he started screaming and running around in a panic.
He wore some faux-silk Tazmanian Devil boxers after that incident.
Now normally this would be cool, except for the fact that said 12 year old Goliath was a complete jerk. In spite of protest from everyone on the team, he would not wear underwear underneath his jock strap, which would have been cool if not for the fact that he used to strut around the changeroom in the nude for about 15 minutes every time. A conversation went like this:
Us: Hey man, do you think you could put some shorts on? Your constant nudity is really wierding us out...
Idiot: It's not my fault that I'm so HUGE down there... quit your whining.
So, needless to say, something needed to be done about his unwillingness to cooperate. One day, while he was out eating fries before we dressed for a game, we rubbed Deep Cold on the inside of his jock strap. So, when he found it was time for him to cover up his little left-winger, the burning-cold sensation was so intense and worrying to him that he started screaming and running around in a panic.
He wore some faux-silk Tazmanian Devil boxers after that incident.
Lol, good call.
We did that to some guy in track who'd always touch himself and then try to touch everyone's face in the van. So we rubbed Icy-Hot on the inside of his boxers. He wasn't scared - but very pissed.
This isn't one I did, but rather my brother-in-law and it is one of my favorites. While in High School he found a bag or two of cement and proceeded to make a small cement wedge in front of every door to his high school late Sunday. On Monday, they found that they could not open any of the doors and school had to be canceled for the day.
I don't think this is vicious - he was a hero to his classmates. Even the **** in a bag prank is meaner, especially if they freak out and step back into their house after stomping on the bag to put out the fire.
We sent a forged letter from the AIA(American Institute of Architects) informing a friend that his license to practice had been revoked.
We signed it Ima Toole.
He didn't get it.
Neither did the AIA.
Let me just add that the AIA has no sense of humor.
We signed it Ima Toole.
He didn't get it.
Neither did the AIA.
Let me just add that the AIA has no sense of humor.
Two that I have time to post:
1) Top tanking: (this one is horrid)-I had a buddy who used to go to parties and go into the bathroom, pull the lid off the top of the water cistern and take a dump in there. After a couple flushes the water starts coming out all septic and before long the entire tank is just foul.
2. My wife and I knew a family that had their lease run out on an apartment- they hadn't secured another place to live at the time, so they decided to just camp out in the backyard of another friends house. They had a big army tent and they setup shop in the backyard.
A few days turned into a couple weeks.... my wife and I drafted a fake letter from the City Council (including made up code violations), photoshopped up some council letterhead and delivered the letter which told them that if they did not vacate the premises that they would be fined AND that the renter of the property would be evicted for letting them camp out in the backyard. The letter gave them a 48hr window to move out. We told them to not reply to Council- that a property assessor would be by at the end of the 48hr period to make a ruling and issue fines/eviction notices if necessary.
It was pretty hilarious- 48hrs of panic.
1) Top tanking: (this one is horrid)-I had a buddy who used to go to parties and go into the bathroom, pull the lid off the top of the water cistern and take a dump in there. After a couple flushes the water starts coming out all septic and before long the entire tank is just foul.
2. My wife and I knew a family that had their lease run out on an apartment- they hadn't secured another place to live at the time, so they decided to just camp out in the backyard of another friends house. They had a big army tent and they setup shop in the backyard.
A few days turned into a couple weeks.... my wife and I drafted a fake letter from the City Council (including made up code violations), photoshopped up some council letterhead and delivered the letter which told them that if they did not vacate the premises that they would be fined AND that the renter of the property would be evicted for letting them camp out in the backyard. The letter gave them a 48hr window to move out. We told them to not reply to Council- that a property assessor would be by at the end of the 48hr period to make a ruling and issue fines/eviction notices if necessary.
It was pretty hilarious- 48hrs of panic.
