Your Funniest, Most Memorable Practical joke thread
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Wednesday, January 25, 2006 by starkers | Discussion: WinCustomize Talk
Mine occurred in a little village in Devon England. We had no shops, but the butcher, baker and candlestick maker came around in vans with all manner of foodstuffs and household items.
I lived in a row of 6 terraced houses, with my best friend one side of me, a particularly annoying woman and her family on the other. She was a busy body who had to know everybody's business, and if we kids ever did anything mischievous, she would be knocking on our doors complaining about our behaviour. Quite often it was greatly exaggerated, sometimes we were completely innocent, so for the extra disciplines meted out by our parents, we decided the payback had to be spectacular....and for us, the outcome most certainly exceeded our expectations.
Apart from being a busy body, she was also very prim and proper, so when the greengrocer delivered potatoes in large sacks, they had to remain outside because he couldn't enter the house while her husband was away at work (he only ever came home on weekends)....it just wouldn't have decent or respectable. These heavy potatoes became our opportunity to exact revenge....placing a fake dog turd on top of the sack and hiding behind a hedge row to observe her reaction when getting some for the evening meal.
It was hilarious....she went all over shocked; panicked; surprised; freaked out and ballistic all at once....bingo, we made her feel just as lousy as she had made us by her snooping and complaints
But wait...there's more!!! Yes, more, because we had lots of dogs in our little village, and dogs are not toilet trained, so a couple of days later we scoured the village for a very similar looking, genuinely authentic pile to our fake one. Once located, we carefully slid some thin perspex under it and transported it to, of course, the potato sack next door, placing it quite delicately to appear as the first and fake one Again, we lay in wait behind the hedge row for the daily potato collection ritual....the front door opens, and sure enough....she is enraged; furious; 'I'm telling your parents about this' (again). Bingo..."You little buggers can't fool me a second time and she picked up the doggy turd herself
It would have been a hiding well worth getting, for the great pleasure we derived from that escapade...but she never said a word to either of our parents, strangely enough.
Perhaps the embarrassment of having to admit to having a handful of dog crap was just too much for her
Okay, so who's got one to top that????
I lived in a row of 6 terraced houses, with my best friend one side of me, a particularly annoying woman and her family on the other. She was a busy body who had to know everybody's business, and if we kids ever did anything mischievous, she would be knocking on our doors complaining about our behaviour. Quite often it was greatly exaggerated, sometimes we were completely innocent, so for the extra disciplines meted out by our parents, we decided the payback had to be spectacular....and for us, the outcome most certainly exceeded our expectations.
Apart from being a busy body, she was also very prim and proper, so when the greengrocer delivered potatoes in large sacks, they had to remain outside because he couldn't enter the house while her husband was away at work (he only ever came home on weekends)....it just wouldn't have decent or respectable. These heavy potatoes became our opportunity to exact revenge....placing a fake dog turd on top of the sack and hiding behind a hedge row to observe her reaction when getting some for the evening meal.
It was hilarious....she went all over shocked; panicked; surprised; freaked out and ballistic all at once....bingo, we made her feel just as lousy as she had made us by her snooping and complaints
But wait...there's more!!! Yes, more, because we had lots of dogs in our little village, and dogs are not toilet trained, so a couple of days later we scoured the village for a very similar looking, genuinely authentic pile to our fake one. Once located, we carefully slid some thin perspex under it and transported it to, of course, the potato sack next door, placing it quite delicately to appear as the first and fake one Again, we lay in wait behind the hedge row for the daily potato collection ritual....the front door opens, and sure enough....she is enraged; furious; 'I'm telling your parents about this' (again). Bingo..."You little buggers can't fool me a second time and she picked up the doggy turd herself
It would have been a hiding well worth getting, for the great pleasure we derived from that escapade...but she never said a word to either of our parents, strangely enough.
Perhaps the embarrassment of having to admit to having a handful of dog crap was just too much for her
Okay, so who's got one to top that????
starkers
Reply #2 Wednesday, January 25, 2006 7:55 AM
Reply #2 Wednesday, January 25, 2006 7:55 AM
Shortly before emigrating to Australia, I worked for my father as a plasterers labourer and we sub-contracted on a large housing estate under construction...and yeah, practical jokes were abound and plentiful.
Anyhow, each Friday, everyone would knock off a little early to head towards the local pub....the site foreman always first to leave.
It was tradition, but this one particular Friday, my father, an uncle and I jacked up the rear of his car, placed a couple of bricks under the rear axle, so as to lift the wheels barely enough off the ground so he could not race ahead to be ahead of exodus to the pub.
Anyhow, each Friday, everyone would knock off a little early to head towards the local pub....the site foreman always first to leave.
It was tradition, but this one particular Friday, my father, an uncle and I jacked up the rear of his car, placed a couple of bricks under the rear axle, so as to lift the wheels barely enough off the ground so he could not race ahead to be ahead of exodus to the pub.
starkers
Reply #3 Thursday, January 26, 2006 7:50 PM
Reply #3 Thursday, January 26, 2006 7:50 PM
Strange!!! Only 2 people on WC have a memorable practical joke worth sharing??
C'mon people there's gotta be more out there....besides, I'm fishing for ideas, so come on and help out an ol' fart who needs something for a special occasion, please.
Here's another one of mine! When I was at school, I made a rather large rotten egg gas stink bomb and put it in the central air conditioning unit. Naturally, the whole building (3 storeys, about 120 + rooms) was evacuated of all students and staff for the entire day.
Sadly, the exam I was so desperately trying to avoid was scheduled for another day, but I sure enjoyed the day off fishing
BTW...I wasn't caught/found out.
C'mon people there's gotta be more out there....besides, I'm fishing for ideas, so come on and help out an ol' fart who needs something for a special occasion, please.
Here's another one of mine! When I was at school, I made a rather large rotten egg gas stink bomb and put it in the central air conditioning unit. Naturally, the whole building (3 storeys, about 120 + rooms) was evacuated of all students and staff for the entire day.
Sadly, the exam I was so desperately trying to avoid was scheduled for another day, but I sure enjoyed the day off fishing
BTW...I wasn't caught/found out.
Sleeping Dragon
Reply #4 Thursday, January 26, 2006 8:14 PM
Reply #4 Thursday, January 26, 2006 8:14 PM
Well, the one I liked the best was when I was a wildlife relocator. I happened to have a recently deceased beaver in the back of my truck. At the HQ, I sat him up in the bed of my buddies truck looking in the back window, so when my friend looked through his rearview mirror, he say a beaver looking in at him.
Wrap clear cellophane around a toilet opening and close the lid. Hope you are not in the house when your significant other uses it the first time.
Smear grape jelly to the inside section of a car handle so when they grab it to open, ...
better yet,
smear it on the ear piece of an associate's phone, go to a secure location where you can view. When he arrives at his desk, call his extension and watch as he slaps tepid grape jelly to his head and in his ear.
Ahhhhhh, memories.
Once I did the latter above, and my "associate" hung a "Honk if you're gay" sign on the back of my truck. I couldn't understand why so many people were honking at me on my way home.
Wrap clear cellophane around a toilet opening and close the lid. Hope you are not in the house when your significant other uses it the first time.
Smear grape jelly to the inside section of a car handle so when they grab it to open, ...
better yet,smear it on the ear piece of an associate's phone, go to a secure location where you can view. When he arrives at his desk, call his extension and watch as he slaps tepid grape jelly to his head and in his ear.
Ahhhhhh, memories.
Once I did the latter above, and my "associate" hung a "Honk if you're gay" sign on the back of my truck. I couldn't understand why so many people were honking at me on my way home.
Sleeping Dragon
Reply #5 Thursday, January 26, 2006 8:16 PM
Reply #5 Thursday, January 26, 2006 8:16 PM
Only do this to one who is a forgiving type.
On one of the hotter days of the year, purchase some smoked fish (chub works great). Slip it under the front seat of their car in the morning. By the end of that very hot day, well.... You get the picture.
On one of the hotter days of the year, purchase some smoked fish (chub works great). Slip it under the front seat of their car in the morning. By the end of that very hot day, well.... You get the picture.
Lantec
Reply #6 Thursday, January 26, 2006 8:17 PM
Reply #6 Thursday, January 26, 2006 8:17 PM
I'm not sure I should tell this....
When I was about 16-17 we used to have a place we'd go out into the woods near my house at night and do our pre-legal beer drinking out of the sight of our parents under the "story" that we were camping out (every weekend and all summer). A couple of us had younger brothers who we would run off and of course they would occasionally "drop-a-dime" on us to the parents.
We always left our beer/liquor at the campsite when we had to be somewhere and we realized that they were stealing one or two beers whenever we left figuring we wouldn't notice. So prior to heading out fishing one evening we "recycled" a six pack back into the original bottles and set them back in the cooler. Well I imagine you can guess how "unsuprised" we were to find the six short by a couple beers when we got back.
When I was about 16-17 we used to have a place we'd go out into the woods near my house at night and do our pre-legal beer drinking out of the sight of our parents under the "story" that we were camping out (every weekend and all summer). A couple of us had younger brothers who we would run off and of course they would occasionally "drop-a-dime" on us to the parents.
We always left our beer/liquor at the campsite when we had to be somewhere and we realized that they were stealing one or two beers whenever we left figuring we wouldn't notice. So prior to heading out fishing one evening we "recycled" a six pack back into the original bottles and set them back in the cooler. Well I imagine you can guess how "unsuprised" we were to find the six short by a couple beers when we got back.
Lantec
Reply #7 Thursday, January 26, 2006 8:26 PM
Yes I did this after watching some movie more than 10 years ago. She'll use that one against me whenever she's really mad and I'm winning the argument.
Reply #7 Thursday, January 26, 2006 8:26 PM
| Wrap clear cellophane around a toilet opening and close the lid. Hope you are not in the house when your significant other uses it the first time. |
Yes I did this after watching some movie more than 10 years ago. She'll use that one against me whenever she's really mad and I'm winning the argument.
Jafo
Reply #8 Thursday, January 26, 2006 8:48 PM
Reply #8 Thursday, January 26, 2006 8:48 PM
Architecture 'tour'...1973....we were in Bath [England]....bus trip from London....about 10 of us had hired bikes to get around as well....we stopped for lunch, chaining all 10 hire bikes [daisy chained] together...leaning them up against a bridge railing.
Coming back early, 3 or 4 of us picked all 10 up....and moved them down the road, and on the other side...and lay in wait to see the others' reactions.
Most just stared at the empty railing.....blankly....saying 'WTF'?
starkers
Reply #9 Thursday, January 26, 2006 10:19 PM
Did that one at work once...to all 12 cubicles in the female toilets. Strangely enough, it got considerably more than 12....would seem some who were caught kept silent to enable the catching of others, colleagues they didn't like, etc. I like the phone one though...can think of a few other 'interesting' substances there as well.
The fish one....here in OZ we use prawns for that, and in 44 celius heat, you can well imagine just how pungent/potent that's gonna be a few hours later.
Good one, Jafo...10 'daisy chained' bikes...and suddenly there they were, gone. A loan of a crane could have made it more interesting, though. Thinking something similar with my nephew's prized, custom built, fully worked Mini Cooper S....for his upcoming birthday prank. Had thought lowering it into his pool would be good, but at this time of year (Qld), perhaps I had better organise a parking on the roof, rather than in the garage.
Still in England (1967-68), my mates and I were would be hells angels, getting around on motorcycles (unlicensed) and dressing in leathers, denim, etc. Well our local copper was quite disapproving of our activities
(usually quite harmless)and frequently chased us around the village on his more powerful 175cc BSA Bantam to aprehend us, unlicensed riding, etc. One particular time, we went under a railway bridge, dismounted and went up the railway embankment to come back down the other side and back under the bridge. While he was 'more slowly' chasing us up and back down again, we had enough time to chain his bike, via the rear wheel and swinging arm, to a post in such a way that when he tried to take off at speed to recommence the chase, the front wheel lifted and tipped him off the bike.
Reply #9 Thursday, January 26, 2006 10:19 PM
| Wrap clear cellophane around a toilet opening and close the lid. Hope you are not in the house when your significant other uses it the first time. |
Did that one at work once...to all 12 cubicles in the female toilets. Strangely enough, it got considerably more than 12....would seem some who were caught kept silent to enable the catching of others, colleagues they didn't like, etc.
I like the phone one though...can think of a few other 'interesting' substances there as well.The fish one....here in OZ we use prawns for that, and in 44 celius heat, you can well imagine just how pungent/potent that's gonna be a few hours later.
Good one, Jafo...10 'daisy chained' bikes...and suddenly there they were, gone. A loan of a crane could have made it more interesting, though. Thinking something similar with my nephew's prized, custom built, fully worked Mini Cooper S....for his upcoming birthday prank. Had thought lowering it into his pool would be good, but at this time of year (Qld), perhaps I had better organise a parking on the roof, rather than in the garage.
Still in England (1967-68), my mates and I were would be hells angels, getting around on motorcycles (unlicensed) and dressing in leathers, denim, etc. Well our local copper was quite disapproving of our activities
(usually quite harmless)and frequently chased us around the village on his more powerful 175cc BSA Bantam to aprehend us, unlicensed riding, etc. One particular time, we went under a railway bridge, dismounted and went up the railway embankment to come back down the other side and back under the bridge. While he was 'more slowly' chasing us up and back down again, we had enough time to chain his bike, via the rear wheel and swinging arm, to a post in such a way that when he tried to take off at speed to recommence the chase, the front wheel lifted and tipped him off the bike.
Nick Blade
Reply #10 Friday, January 27, 2006 7:50 AM
Reply #10 Friday, January 27, 2006 7:50 AM
when i was younger we owned and lived in a two story house with two apartments (i lived up stairs) my sister's family where moveing in downs stairs when my brother had moved to a new house. anyway, i came home by the back ally and walked in the side door of the down stairs apartment. i could see every one was in the front room going threw a box and, i quickly desided i was going to scare the crap out of some one. i hid behind the door watching the action threw the crack at the hindge end. i stood there waiting for what seamed like forever but was probably ten minutes when my sister started comeing towards the doorway. as soon as she came past the door i taped on her shoulder and and growled at her! well you should have seen her shake and screem. (it makes me giggle to think about it again!) every one came running to see what was happening and my sister started to hit me repetedly. i was laughing so hard i could feel no pain. it was hilarios and she still says she's going to get me back but never has!
Majic7
Reply #11 Friday, January 27, 2006 8:29 AM
Reply #11 Friday, January 27, 2006 8:29 AM
My first job was as an usher in a movie theater. Pay sucked but we got to see all the movies for free. Night of the Living Dead had just came out and some of us were sitting in the balcony. Two of the concession girls were sitting in front of us and just as the zombie hand came through the window I reached out and put my hand on one of the girls shoulder. She screamed and shot straight up. Never did talk to me after that. It was the only time in my life I almost made someone pee their pants. Except the horny toad and my little sister incident, but that's what little sisters are put on this earth for.
NightTrainthedark
Reply #12 Friday, January 27, 2006 9:21 AM
Reply #12 Friday, January 27, 2006 9:21 AM
Heres another..
The town next to me, Carlisle , MA. is a teenie tiny town. The police station was a trailer home. One night a group of drunk teeens caused some disturbances around town, drawing the police away from the station. After the station was empty, they towed the Police Station to the next town over and and left it at the gates of the town dump.
The town next to me, Carlisle , MA. is a teenie tiny town. The police station was a trailer home. One night a group of drunk teeens caused some disturbances around town, drawing the police away from the station. After the station was empty, they towed the Police Station to the next town over and and left it at the gates of the town dump.
ZubaZ
Reply #13 Friday, January 27, 2006 11:40 AM
Reply #13 Friday, January 27, 2006 11:40 AM
I would like to post but cannot:
1) the Statute of limitations has not expired on some events
2) my parents are still alive and I don't want ot kill them
3) I have four daughters and can't let them have any information they might use against me or to support their own . . . choices
1) the Statute of limitations has not expired on some events
2) my parents are still alive and I don't want ot kill them
3) I have four daughters and can't let them have any information they might use against me or to support their own . . . choices
starkers
Reply #14 Friday, January 27, 2006 6:54 PM
I once put a snake in my little sister's (3 years younger) Wellington boot...and she peed herself. It was a harmless grass snake, so there was no risk, or so I thought...well at 15 you don't look too far ahead......
Such was her panic at seeing the head of this snake appear from the opening of her boot, she threw it....thus separating the boot and snake....which promply landed on my mother. Needless to say, I was severely disciplined that day.
Oh my!! NT, now that's a great one that bears remembering for similar potential with a now decommissioned police vehicle not too far from me...the local cops and I get on well and I'm sure they'd get as much of a laugh from the prank as I will. And BTW, NT....were you ever reprimanded for that stunt?
Now come on, Zubaz....you only live once, and there are times to live a little dangerously. I mean, it's not like I'm asking you sign a full confession to the Kennedy assassinations....just to reveal a harmless little practical joke that others going through their second childhood can share/ put to good use. Besides, it's not like anybody here is gonna copy and paste it to an email addressed to any of your family members....hey guys/gals.
Reply #14 Friday, January 27, 2006 6:54 PM
| Except the horny toad and my little sister incident, but that's what little sisters are put on this earth for. |
I once put a snake in my little sister's (3 years younger) Wellington boot...and she peed herself. It was a harmless grass snake, so there was no risk, or so I thought...well at 15 you don't look too far ahead......
Such was her panic at seeing the head of this snake appear from the opening of her boot, she threw it....thus separating the boot and snake....which promply landed on my mother. Needless to say, I was severely disciplined that day.
| The police station was a trailer home. One night a group of drunk teeens caused some disturbances around town, drawing the police away from the station. After the station was empty, they towed the Police Station to the next town over and and left it at the gates of the town dump. |
Oh my!! NT, now that's a great one that bears remembering for similar potential with a now decommissioned police vehicle not too far from me...the local cops and I get on well and I'm sure they'd get as much of a laugh from the prank as I will. And BTW, NT....were you ever reprimanded for that stunt?
| I would like to post but cannot: 1) the Statute of limitations has not expired on some events 2) my parents are still alive and I don't want ot kill them 3) I have four daughters and can't let them have any information they might use against me or to support their own |
Now come on, Zubaz....you only live once, and there are times to live a little dangerously.
I mean, it's not like I'm asking you sign a full confession to the Kennedy assassinations....just to reveal a harmless little practical joke that others going through their second childhood can share/ put to good use. Besides, it's not like anybody here is gonna copy and paste it to an email addressed to any of your family members....hey guys/gals.
ZubaZ
Reply #15 Saturday, January 28, 2006 10:20 AM
Fairly harmless one . . . I twas the new help desk tech and was taking a beating from my co-workers. So I set the System font (on all our PCs) to something like 58. That made the Start button take up the entire screen. My mates couldn't function at all. I had memorized the keystrokes to reset the font so all' ended up well . . after a while of watching them panic.
Reply #15 Saturday, January 28, 2006 10:20 AM
| the Kennedy assassinations |
Fairly harmless one . . . I twas the new help desk tech and was taking a beating from my co-workers. So I set the System font (on all our PCs) to something like 58. That made the Start button take up the entire screen. My mates couldn't function at all. I had memorized the keystrokes to reset the font so all' ended up well . . after a while of watching them panic.
starkers
Reply #16 Saturday, January 28, 2006 6:31 PM
Maybe so, but still a goodie...similar thing to the desktop screenshot prank After pulling an all-nighter and knowing my wife would be up long before me, I pulled the screenshot one on her......the backfired and didn't last long though. I'd only been asleep for about an hour or so and she woke me up to go fix it.
Here's one about a guy I used to work with on the assembly line at Mack Trucks Australia.....this guy was so far up himself, he was pink on the outside and came to work dressed in a suit, carrying a briefcase and drove an executive type car. Don't know why really, he was just a sh*t kicker like the rest of us....but I guess he must've told his wife he was something much more important, so was keeping up appearances.
Anyhow, he'd go into the change/wash room to slip into his overalls at the start of the day, meticulously leaving his shoes, clothing perfectly placed so as to be first out the door when the hooter went off.
Every afternoon, the same ritual....he would remove his overalls and don his suit, then he would sit on the bench in front of our lockers and comb his hair, using the mirrors in front of the wash up trays opposite. He would then put on his slip on shoes (still in his sitting position) that he placed in the exact same position daily. Well this guy got so far up our noses that we took a drill up to the changeroom and screwed his shoes to the floor......the result being, that when he arose in haste to be first out the door, he fell flat on his face.
BTW....we asked the cleaner to leave mopping that area, that suit needed to look as if it had been at least worn once....which after that it did, several times in fact, without ever having been dry cleaned.
Reply #16 Saturday, January 28, 2006 6:31 PM
| Fairly harmless one . . |
Maybe so, but still a goodie...similar thing to the desktop screenshot prank
After pulling an all-nighter and knowing my wife would be up long before me, I pulled the screenshot one on her......the backfired and didn't last long though. I'd only been asleep for about an hour or so and she woke me up to go fix it. Here's one about a guy I used to work with on the assembly line at Mack Trucks Australia.....this guy was so far up himself, he was pink on the outside and came to work dressed in a suit, carrying a briefcase and drove an executive type car. Don't know why really, he was just a sh*t kicker like the rest of us....but I guess he must've told his wife he was something much more important, so was keeping up appearances.
Anyhow, he'd go into the change/wash room to slip into his overalls at the start of the day, meticulously leaving his shoes, clothing perfectly placed so as to be first out the door when the hooter went off.
Every afternoon, the same ritual....he would remove his overalls and don his suit, then he would sit on the bench in front of our lockers and comb his hair, using the mirrors in front of the wash up trays opposite. He would then put on his slip on shoes (still in his sitting position) that he placed in the exact same position daily. Well this guy got so far up our noses that we took a drill up to the changeroom and screwed his shoes to the floor......the result being, that when he arose in haste to be first out the door, he fell flat on his face.
BTW....we asked the cleaner to leave mopping that area, that suit needed to look as if it had been at least worn once....which after that it did, several times in fact, without ever having been dry cleaned.
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Reply #1 Wednesday, January 25, 2006 7:36 AM
The sign read.... GAY POWER!