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Best. Prank. Ever.

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We all have one. So what is the best prank you pulled (not heard of, you actually planned and pulled off) on a deserving target that caused no harm, except a bit of embarrassment? Mine was in high school. True story.

 

I worked at a chain grocery store in the late 70's as a clean-up boy in the meat department. Wanting more hours (at around $3.25/hour) I sacked groceries on other nights. There was a particular obnoxious sacker I worked with. "Joe" has seen it all, done it all, and had it all figured out before he graduated high school. You could hear the cashiers and other sackers eye's rolling when Joe went off on a story that made him the greatest. It was December 1978. Meat Department hours were pretty much set, but I could pickup a lot of hours up front sacking groceries. So I put in for all available hours, and got quite a bit. One was on a very busy, snowy Saturday. Joe came in full of p#$$ and vinegar of how he was gonna cleanup playing Santa Clause for $30 per half half hour. He went on for hours of what he was going to earn, how much per day, ad nauseam. You could practically hear the other sackers and cashiers groaning. Finally, he went to lunch. Back then, the store had a pay phone up front along side a little cork board. Joe put a 3x5 card on there advertising his Santa services. So I got my own 3x5 card out, advertising MY Santa service for only $20-cutting Joe by $10. And the contact number on the card to call was the number of the pay phone right next to it. Everybody was dying for Joe to get back. Joe came back and freaked out seeing his competition. He wanted to rip up the card. Nope, store policy was only ads in poor taste would be taken down. He was fuming. Joe then thought he had the perfect plan. He would call the other "Santa" and send him to fake addresses. So he got a pocket full of dimes and dialed the number. He would always get a busy signal (since he was dialing the number of the phone he was using) and slam down the receiver. He probably did this a dozen times, getting the busy signal. He was losing it. Convinced the new "Santa" was costing him a fortune. Everyone around him (including store managers) were dying with suppressed laughter. After about an hour of this he discovered the number he was calling was the pay phone he was using. Everyone busted out laughing. Joe didn't talk to any of us for a week, and his silence was welcomed by all.

 

Ok, whadaya got?

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Fall of 1992 at college, Tennessee Tech. We discovered that one of friends hung his truck keys on a nail next to the door and did not the his door. So we waited until he was asleep and took said keys. We drove his truck to a shopping center in Sparta about 45 minutes away and left it, then returned and hung his keys back up. The next morning we had someone call and tell him to come get his truck, he had left it in Sparta, or it would be towed. Of course, this was on a Friday and most of the folks he knew had already went home for the weekend; not sure how he got out there to retrieve it and unless he's a cowboy and reading this I doubt he knows how his truck got there...

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A particular furry freak in the dormitory (whom everyone loathed, save only his own undesirable self) smoked a pipe.

The pipe itself was deemed objectionable, as none of us wanted to get caught up in whatever net was going to descend on folks who partook of his particular pipeweed.
Finally someone scraped out the contents -- he'd pack it and leave it ready to light up when he got in from classes -- they scraped out the corruption from the bottom of the bowl and inserted a healthy layer of cut up rubber bands.
Some Borkum Riff on top of this, and the topper was some of the stuff they'd removed in the first place.
When he came choking and gagging down the stairs we told him that stuff'll kill you, quit smokin' it here!
He didn't quit but we got a good laugh at his expense.

 

This is the same dingle berry who ran for Student Council.

His name was obscured on the campaign posters he plastered all over hell and breakfast, and replaced with profane, anatomical and scatalogical variants of Ding-a-ling, Dip Stick and other terms (kind of like the outdoor humor writer who spoke of a neighbor as "My dear old elbow" or "My fine eyebrow" when it was evident he was referring to a, um, nether orifice)

Well, the Powers that Be declared that no campaign poster shall be defaced.

That lasted for one day.

We heard his scream of unbelieving distress for three floors when he came into the Common and found the poster that said "VOTE FOR" followed by a large, precisely Barlow cut, hole.

I think he lost that election by ten million votes.

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I was doing testing (science stuff) in San Francisco in 1994.  It was long days, and one of the engineers complained about his feet hurting in his steel toes, and how he couldn't wait to get his nikes back on.  Well, I put them in a bucket and doused them with liquid nitrogen.  Good laugh right?  Turns out I had messed with one of the company's premier practical jokers.

 

We're leaving, and in the airport (San Francisco remember).  My briefcase goes through the x-ray, and the little asian lady watching the screen starts rattling on in mandarin or something.  She tells the guy with her to open the case up.  He shakes his head...no...no...no.  So they ask me to go over and open it.  I do and inside is a replica of a certain part of the male anatomy in heroic proportions cut out of 1/8th inch thick lead. 

 

I never messed with the dude again.

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I didn’t do it but I was there for it. Back in 1992 I had a series of spinal operations and after a botched stay at a rehab hospital resulted in another major operation my wife decided that she had had it with rehab hospitals and arranged for me to recuperate in my own home. She rented a special hospital bed, oxygen equipment and my mom, a nurse agreed to come down and stay and help out while I was recuperating enough to go back for my last surgery.

 

My bed was out in the dining room and my wife and mother took care of all of my needs. I had no discs in between 21 vertebrae so I couldn’t even go to the bathroom. My oldest son was still at home and wouldn’t go into the Navy for another 7 months. My wife would sleep in the living room near me so if I woke up during the night she could take care of me and my mother slept in a spare bedroom and my son had his own room. One week my two teenage daughters came down to visit from Wyoming. They stayed in the master bedroom. 

 

The second morning that they were there at about 4:00am there was a blood curdling scream from the master bedroom and my oldest daughter came running down the hall screaming that there was a black guy sitting on the toilet in the master bath. My wife grabbed a aluminum baseball bat and headed back to the master bath. I’m just laying there wondering What The He77 is going on and unable to do a thing about it. Mom gets up and is trying to comfort my daughters and my wife comes back down the hall carrying this black wet suit that’s stuffed with clothes wearing a baseball cap. My son had stuffed one of his surfing wetsuits with dirty clothes and snuck into the master bath and set it up to prank his sisters and he slept right through it. My wife was so pi$$3d at him she wanted to kick him out.

 

 

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Mine is nothing elaborate.   Just go to a shopping mall armed with some half dollars or silver dollars and a tube of cyanoacrylate glue.   

 

Find a good spot and unobtrusively glue down a coin.  

 

Stand by and watch the fun. 

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Not that I ever did this you understand, but I learned from others in my dormitory that one can insert a cherry bomb’s fuse transversely through a cigarette just in front of the filter, tape the apparatus to someone’s door, light the cigarette, and then go somewhere there are other people so you have an airtight alibi when it goes BOOM!  :ph34r:

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Disassembled A Volkswagon Bug in the underground parking lot and reassembled in the livingroom on the 27 floor of an apartment Building ...

While our buddy was on his Honeymoon,,,,, It cost him a bunch of beer to get it back to the parking space ....

 

Jabez Cowboy

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I lived in the country growing up and the nearest neighbor was almost a mile away.   The neighbors were older people raising a grandson.   I would walk there and visit once in a while.   His Grandpa chewed Redman tobacco in the foil pouch.   Grandma did not allow tobacco in the house.   So just before grandpa came in the house he would remove the tobacco from his mouth and place it on a wooden fence post  not far from the front door.   When Grandpa came out of the house he would put the tobacco back in his mouth and go about his work.   One day the kid took the tobacco off the fence post and replaced it with some water soaked cow s//t.   When Grandpa came out of the house he grabbed up the cow s//t and shoved it in his mouth took about 2 or 3 steps and some very bad words came out of his mouth.   I covered that mile back home in a very short time and didn't go back for 2 or 3 months.   I know this is suppose to be for someone that deserved it but he really didn't.   Bullett 19707 

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I have done a boatload of practical jokes...always wondered why they call them “practical” jokes...

 

Anyway, here’s one that still makes me laugh.

 

Years ago I had a supervisor that had no idea how to be a supervisor. He was not picky, wishy-washy and he was very controlling. I worked in an electronics lab at a huge aerospace company. He was always checking up on us and just generally being a pain in the arse.

 

I came up with an idea that we knew would drive him nuts. It was called a “Supervisor Location Detector” or SLD, for short. It consisted of an aluminum chassis box and 6 red LEDs, 1 flashing LED (red), a 5 volt battery pack and some creative vinyl labeling.

 

I laid out a map of our department’s rooms where our supervisor would frequent and put an unpowered LED in each room on the map. We had his office, the manager’s office, the conference room, the rest room, etc... But, in our lab on the map is where I installed the powered flashing LED. I also installed an on/off switch. 

When I got to work I would turn it on. Everyone knew it was a gag except our supervisor. He saw it the very first day it was operational and he just stood and stared at it. Then he left. He came back several times that day to look at it.

The second day he came in, walked right up to the box, which was positioned on a bench that wasn’t assigned to anyone, and loudly announced he didn’t think this box was legal and stormed out of the lab. We all laughed so hard I thought people 3 labs away heard us.

 

In short order he comes back with our asst manager, manager and our director demanding an investigation be conducted. He was flipping out. Our manager walked over, flipped the SLD over, looked inside the box and busted up laughing. He then handed it to the director who also laughed. The supervisor was now confused and I am pretty sure fighting back tears.

At this point we all started laughing and the asst manager grabbed the box, looked inside, laughed and then handed it to our supervisor. He looked at it, scanned the room, uttered some gibberish and threw the box down and quickly left.

I darn near peed my pants laughing. 

 

He took 2 days of vacation and a weekend and when he came back he congratulated us on a well played joke. He then informed us that “he” decided he no longer wanted to be a supervisor so he would now be one of the guys and could participate in all the jokes and fun. 

 

That practical joke was fun, funny and gave us a very good result. We no longer had a dipstick for a supervisor. 

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Always loved the one about my dad who also was a prankster. 

Back in the late 50's dad was a motorcycle cop and they rode the old Harley's with the suicide clutch. (Dad use to take me for rides) Anyway, during March after roll call dad would disconnect plug wires while attempting to start the bike while the Sgt. would walk by. Dad continued this practice for a few weeks and started to have  shall we call, intense fellowship talks with the bike while Sgt. walked by. The Sgt. would always ask dad what the heck was wrong and dad would just keep having that intense fellowship with the bike. Finally on April 1st, April fools day of course, as the Sgt. once again walked by, dad not able to start the bike due to the disconnected spark plug and some very intense fellowship, dad took out his wheel gun and proceeded to put all six rounds into the bike. Now with the Sgt. almost passed out and all shook up, some further intense fellowship began with the Sgt. to dad. Finally the rest of the squad busted out laughing, for they all knew what was going on, because all this time dad was setting up the Sgt. for this day because he was using blanks in the ole wheel gun causing the near heart attack on the Sgt.

My pranks never topped this one, but I caused a few near heart attacks with my Sgt's as well. Some wonderful times back then.

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My wife and I went to Sam’s club one Saturday morning. As we pulled into the parking lot I saw my partners unmarked car. Having keys to the car I of course moved the car to another parking lot 500 yards away and left the area. To this day he has never mentioned the prank 

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5 minutes ago, Henry T Harrison said:

My wife and I went to Sam’s club one Saturday morning. As we pulled into the parking lot I saw my partners unmarked car. Having keys to the car I of course moved the car to another parking lot 500 yards away and left the area. To this day he has never mentioned the prank 

Someday you will find your coffee laced with Tabasco.  

 

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Years back, say around 09, I rode my motorcycle to the mall in Bangor, Maine. I wandered around for about an hour and a half, came out and my bike was gone!!! I walked around the parking lot for a good 20 minutes before I decided it had been stolen. So I go to the mall security office and have them call the police. 

 

Police arrive and take a statement and get a description of the bike, tag#, etc. As the officer is leaving, a call comes across the radio that they had found the bike! It was parked on the other side of the mall... I felt like an idiot and I swore I didn't park it over there. Needless to say, the police weren't very amused and I got a stern talking to about it. 

 

I didn't tell anyone about it I was so embarrassed.

 

3 days later a friend of mine stops by while in cleaning up the property and gets out of his truck and says "I see you found your bike"

 

"What? How did you.... You son of a b!*@#!!!"

 

He saw it sitting there and pushed it all the way around to the other side of the mall and left.

 

Funniest prank ever pulled, and it was on me...

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There are many instances, but this is one of my favorites-

I was working swing shift in one of the casinos in Las Vegas, and I carried my tools in one of those rolling bucket dollies.  As I was headed out to a job, I passed the line of day -shifters waiting to clock out.  One of them, a welder and friend of mine, was eating peanuts while waiting in line.  He gleefully flipped a handful of peanut shells into my bucket of tools.  I called him the appropriate names and offered him the opportunity to remove the shells with no repercussions, or I would begin to "play".  He smiled and calmly said, "I ain't scared--do what you gotta do."

As I said, he worked in the weld shop and it was cooled solely by two huge swamp coolers that really moved some air.  I knew his routine in the morning was to walk into the shop, turn on the air (summer in Las Vegas), start the coffeepot and then go to his personal locker ( a 4x6 foot monster near his work station) to gear up for the day.

That evening I grabbed a roll of plastic sheeting and scoured the entire property for every packing peanut I could find.  I opened his locker, made a funnel out of the plastic and proceeded to fill the locker to the brim, carefully shut the doors and slid the plastic out from the top.

I wasn't there the next morning, but from the stories I heard, my plan worked perfectly.  He opened the doors and packing peanuts were blown from one end of the shop to the other.  Someone told me it took him close to four hours to get the place cleared out.

All I know is that when I passed him in line at clock-out that day, all he said was, "I'm sorry and I don't want to play anymore"

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1 hour ago, Marshal Mo Hare, SASS #45984 said:

Someday you will find your coffee laced with Tabasco.  

 

Pepper spray but we are both long retired we were partners as detectives for twenty years 

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11 hours ago, Jabez Cowboy,SASS # 50129 said:

Disassembled A Volkswagon Bug in the underground parking lot and reassembled in the livingroom on the 27 floor of an apartment Building ...

While our buddy was on his Honeymoon,,,,, It cost him a bunch of beer to get it back to the parking space ....

 

Jabez Cowboy

At Boy Scout camp one year many moons ago. We took the Councilors VW and put it between 2 large trees! It took 8 of us to pick it up! The dang fool cut down one of the trees. I bet he got his butt handed to him.:D

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This isn't as good as some above, but was funny at the time. While working in "Outside Plant" for the telephone company we got a new guy in the crew. You know the sort, been here one day and already knows more than the veterans. We sent him to the supply girl at the window and had him ask for 20 feet of Fallopian tube! His face stayed red for a while and wanted nothing to do with us for a couple days. About a week later we needed to get into a manhole to do some cable work, told him to open the one on the corner and yell down into it so we could figure out which one to open down the road. Bystanders had quite a laugh watching him yell into the road. He quit a few days later and went back to the business office.

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When I was a kid my dad had a really nasty habit of killing all the slugs he'd find in the yard. He'd even take one of our dinner forks and impale them with it before throwing the slug away. My mother and I weren't too pleased by this so I set up a practical joke one day. I molded a very realistic-looking slug out of modeling clay and put it on the back porch when it was raining. The rain did a perfect job making it look slimy and even more realistic. When my dad saw it he went out with a fork and impaled it, then began to wonder why it was still so stiff. Finally he realized it wasn't a real slug and we all had a laugh. However it seemed to drive home the point that maybe he should stop using the family utensils to conduct his killing spree.

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I was going to tell you what I think of pranks (unless they are on Adam Henry's like Dom's was); but, I can't stop laughing.

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Actually I just remembered of a better one. Once someone on the HR staff came around offering cupcakes, and my co-worker was absent so we placed hers on a plate and put a cup over it to keep it fresh. The next morning she showed up and asked me what the cup was doing on her desk. I explained that I managed to catch a really large spider last night but I had forgotten to take it outside. I said maybe it was still alive so I went and lifted the cup. Her scream as I did so could probably have been heard in the next county! :D

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Years ago I work as a supervisor at a rail facility. I had a boatload if buttheads working for me. I complained one day that I was as tired of always finding my desk a complete mess.

The next day I came in after a morning meeting and found 2 greasy footprints in the middle of my desk blotter. I knew it was someone from my shift because the prints were not there at 06:00 when work started.

So, knowing what a bunch of lazy SOBs they all were I just dropped a few pieces of copy paper on the floor near the door of the office. As people would come and go I would swap the papers out with new papers until I got the footprints that matched the ones on my blotter.

What surprised me was they belonged to someone I thought was my friend. I confronted him about it. I told him I would get him back and he told me to see if I could so I plotted his demise.

There was a trick I learned from an old bus mechanic. I got a zerk fitting (grease fitting) and drilled a hole in the top side of his big Craftsman tool box and screwed in the fitting. I hooked up a 32 gallon container of grease that we no longer used with a pneumatic grease pump. I filled his tool box with Alvania grease.

 

I won! Competition over. No more practical jokes from that guy. :D

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While I was stationed at NAS Whidbey Island, my shop was cursed with having the class clown as a member. Every week he was playing a prank on someone.  After a while, it got old and several of his pranks weren’t all that funny.  One week he came in bragging about his new VW bug and it was fully loaded and the only one on the island. It was one of the new style bugs and had every bell and whistle imaginable including a sunroof. Well between him bragging on his car and the practical jokes most of the shop was trying to decide if we could stuff him into a fastpak and dump him into the sound without getting courts martialed.

 

A couple of weeks later we saw the upstairs admin crew bringing down six large bags of shredded paper. Back then, the squadron shredded everything classified or not. Our classified shredder could reduce a ream of paper into 1/8 X 3/16 chunks in just a few seconds. Therefore, it was the one was used to shred all the unclassified as well.

 

As they were making their way down the stairs the light bulb came on and we sent a guy to see if his car was in the lot. Turned out it was. The doors were locked but the sunroof was partially open. We arranged for the Shop LPO to send him on a lengthy task and we proceeded to his car with the bags of shredded paper in tow.  The crack wasn't very wide but we managed to get two whole bags emptied  into the slot without spilling any before we got nervous about getting caught we threw the rest of the bags in the dumpster and high tailed it back to the shop.

 

You could have heard him yell in the next state when he opened the door to his car and saw all that paper all over the interior. He comes storming back into the shop and storms into the Shop Chief’s office demanding that the chief do something. Chief tells him to calm down and then proceeds to tell him that he finally got what was coming to him. Then the Chief informs him that he had better not find any of the paper in the parking lot.  Mr. practical Joker storms back through the shop giving everyone the evil eye. As we left for the day we saw him out in the parking lot with a shop-vac trying to remove all the paper. Have no idea how many times he had to empty the shop vac but we heard from the night shift that he was in the parking lot for at least 3 hours.

The next day he is called into the Division office for about an hour while the rest of the shop has a meeting with Chief. Chief tells us that the practical jokes cease and desist right then and there or the next practical joker will get to explain it to the squadron CO.

 

Mr. joker eventually got over it but it took a few days. A month later he was still finding little pieces of paper stuck to the interior of his bug.

 

 

 

 

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In 1975 I was stationed at NAS Miramar in the intermediate maintenance department.  One of the other sailors brought in a stadium horn from a Charger's game, and delighted in sneaking up behind someone who was intent on the unit being tested, and blowing the horn in his ear.  He worked day shift, I worked evening and due to the Navy's habit of a 15 minute shift overlap he got to use his horn on people on both shifts.  One evening I put a 1" thick plug of clear RTV sealant in his horn, two inches from the mouth piece.  I did not get to see the result, but I am told that he almost blew out his own eardrums the next day.  After that, the horn disappeared.

 

Duffield

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25 minutes ago, Duffield, SASS #23454 said:

In 1975 I was stationed at NAS Miramar in the intermediate maintenance department.  One of the other sailors brought in a stadium horn from a Charger's game, and delighted in sneaking up behind someone who was intent on the unit being tested, and blowing the horn in his ear.  He worked day shift, I worked evening and due to the Navy's habit of a 15 minute shift overlap he got to use his horn on people on both shifts.  One evening I put a 1" thick plug of clear RTV sealant in his horn, two inches from the mouth piece.  I did not get to see the result, but I am told that he almost blew out his own eardrums the next day.  After that, the horn disappeared.

 

Duffield

 

If he'd done that to me I'd have shoved that horn so far up his nether regions he'd blow a toot every time he farted. One thing I absolutely detest is being shocked by a loud sound for no reason.

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47 minutes ago, Duffield, SASS #23454 said:

In 1975 I was stationed at NAS Miramar in the intermediate maintenance department.  One of the other sailors brought in a stadium horn from a Charger's game, and delighted in sneaking up behind someone who was intent on the unit being tested, and blowing the horn in his ear.  He worked day shift, I worked evening and due to the Navy's habit of a 15 minute shift overlap he got to use his horn on people on both shifts.  One evening I put a 1" thick plug of clear RTV sealant in his horn, two inches from the mouth piece.  I did not get to see the result, but I am told that he almost blew out his own eardrums the next day.  After that, the horn disappeared.

 

Duffield

We had a guy that would lower every chair in the office that he sat in. I told him to quit lowering my chair but yet it continued. So I took one of those air horns, painted it black and mounted it to the upright on my chair with zip ties.

 

I wasn’t there that night when he sat down in my chair and lowered it but I heard that he darn near peed his pants when he lowered that chair and the horn button was depressed. He left my chair alone after that. :lol:

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In a two-way radio shop that I was working in in Arizona the guy that owned the place was always wanting to improve things. I never saw work benches get redone and remodeled as much as the ones there did. One time he came in and decided that he didn’t like the two trash cans sitting beside or at the end of the work benches so his bright idea was to cut holes in the work benches and have the trash cans sit up on the shelves under the work benches. Doing so took up badly needed bench space but he wouldn’t listen to us lowly radio techs. He came in over the weekend and cut round holes in 3 laminated maple bench tops and they weren’t small holes but holes big enough to stick your head through if it was small enough. Well us techs came in and weren’t real enamored  with the holes in our work benches so we started planning the ultimate prank. We had one skinny tech that had a real small head and when the boss wasn’t around he’d crawl up on the bench shelf where the trash can was and stick his head up through the hole. Bingo!! I went out and got a cardboard box and cut the bottom out and sat it over the hole with the guys head protruding. I set a repeater cabinet in front of the bench so that the rest of the techs body wasn’t visible and waited for the boss to come in and move the box. Well I was out in the shop in the drive in bays with a customer and I didn’t notice the bosses wife walk into the tech room but I sure heard her scream when she picked up that empty box and saw that head sitting there. The boss and his wife gave us a pretty good a$$ chewing but to this day it still brings a smile to my face.

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Anyone ever pop the hood on a buddy's truck and switch the spark plug wires around while they weren't watching?

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6 minutes ago, Tyrel Cody said:

Anyone ever pop the hood on a buddy's truck and switch the spark plug wires around while they weren't watching?

Yep. That happened in high school quite often.

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9 minutes ago, Tyrel Cody said:

Anyone ever pop the hood on a buddy's truck and switch the spark plug wires around while they weren't watching?

 

That or sticking a piece of wire between the horn fuse and the brake light fuse!

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Well, I can blame this on my ex.  He taught it to me.

 

In the fire academy, I was the only female so I had a room (read closet) to myself while the guys shared the bunk room.  There was only one bathroom so I had to go in first.  (There was no way of them viewing me, besides they were all afraid of my ex.)  Being the only female, I received my share of pranks so it was time for payback.

 

There is a foaming agent used in old school fire extinguishers.  It is in two parts, one colored and one clear.  When mixed together with water, they create foam.  Lots of it.  Well, I got out of the shower one morning and went to each of the toilets dumping the colored agent in the tank and the clear agent in the bowl.  I made sure I got every last one.  I hurried off to the training ground to get ready for the days class.  You could hear the screams from the bunkhouse when the guys did their morning flush and massive amounts of foam came billowing out of the bowl.  They congratulated me on a job well done and left me alone after that.

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I once hooked a jumper wire from the brake light switch in my dad's old 60's Chevy truck to the horn... It was hilarious, every time he hit the brakes, the horn blew! He didn't find it as amusing as I did...

 

Back when I lived in Maine I was in this off-road/ Jeep club. We had this real obnoxious young rich kid that always made a scene and knew everything about everything. Well he got plastered one night at a bonfire party and he passed out on his Jeep. We threw a rope over a huge tree branch and pulled his winch cable over the branch, hooked the cable to itself in a loop and hung him and the Jeep about 3 feet off the ground from that tree. My idea was just to leave the winch hooked up so he'd have to figure out how to unhook it. I left before they ran the cable in and actually hung the whole Jeep out of the tree so I didn't get to see it. Also I wasn't there the next morning but from what I heard it was hilarious with him trying to get his Jeep out of the tree.

 

 

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A prank that was pulled on me, and a darn good one, was the guys at my shop knew I was going on vacation so they pulled a good one one me.

The morning of my last day at work for two weeks I commented that I heard a funny noise coming from my truck on the way into work and that I hoped it wouldn’t be a problem. I was headed into the mountains to do some hunting.

At the end of the work day I wished everyone well and headed through the shop and out the door. It felt nice. It seemed everyone from first shift and some from second were there to see me off and wish me well.

I got into my truck and backed it up. The most gawd-awful noises came out from under my truck but went away as soon as I stopped. I thought the trans was self destructing. I put it in first gear to move forward and had the same terrible noise.

My heart sank, I immediately cursed the vacation gods, my mind was going a mile a minute on what the heck was wrong and then I saw them. About 20 beaming laughing faces through the windows in the heavy repair bay door windows.

 

They got me! :lol:

 

These characters fasten several long heavy duty zip ties to my drive shaft. I had to crawl under and cut them off with my knife.

 

That was one of the best pranks I have seen and it got pulled on me...:D

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I was a computer programmer all my career, very senior programmer as I always turned down management positions, etc.

 

one time I had a supervisor named Danica.  She was one of the boys, so to speak.  But there are stories about pranks.  One time (what is the statue of limitations on pranks?) women were going into the ladies’room and backing out to go use the other one.  Our plant had three buildings, 3,3, and 4 stories, about 500 cubicles on each floor and two sets of bathrooms.  Well, women would enter and leave because in the first stall they saw a pair of boots with a pair of trousers and underwear under the door (“There’s a man in there.”). Well, when Danica heard of this it got here testosterone a boiling and she went to face the challenge.  That’s all it was, a pair of work boots, trousers and jockeys.

 

she did get involved in a few other pranks too.

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16 hours ago, Pat Riot, SASS #13748 said:

Years ago I work as a supervisor at a rail facility. I had a boatload if buttheads working for me. I complained one day that I was as tired of always finding my desk a complete mess.

The next day I came in after a morning meeting and found 2 greasy footprints in the middle of my desk blotter. I knew it was someone from my shift because the prints were not there at 06:00 when work started.

So, knowing what a bunch of lazy SOBs they all were I just dropped a few pieces of copy paper on the floor near the door of the office. As people would come and go I would swap the papers out with new papers until I got the footprints that matched the ones on my blotter.

What surprised me was they belonged to someone I thought was my friend. I confronted him about it. I told him I would get him back and he told me to see if I could so I plotted his demise.

There was a trick I learned from an old bus mechanic. I got a zerk fitting (grease fitting) and drilled a hole in the top side of his big Craftsman tool box and screwed in the fitting. I hooked up a 32 gallon container of grease that we no longer used with a pneumatic grease pump. I filled his tool box with Alvania grease.

 

I won! Competition over. No more practical jokes from that guy. :D

Pat, I absolutely love that one. "Good Job"

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