What's the best prank you've pulled?

Years ago I worked as a repair technician in manufacturing. I took some wire of the same gauge as solder and soldered a length of it onto the solder, then rolled it back on the spool. When one of the other techs went to do some soldering, guess what? The solder iron wasn't heating! He came over to my bench, and used MY iron. I had to ask him wtf he was doing, and went to his bench with a small strip of real solder and demonstrated that the iron was working.

He went back, tried that "Modified" wire again, didn't melt. So, what does he do? GRAB THE FREAKING IRON TO SEE IF ITS HOT!!! now these things run several hundred degrees, and burn quick deep and bad! he screamed, and when he calmed down, I showed him what I did. He actually did laugh, thought it was clever!

 

How about the best prank ever pulled on you?


Well, last night I had some people over (I wont go as far to call it a party, maybe 25 people tops) Like many high school parties, there was a lot of beer and vodka and all the other cheap drinks, and about 90% of the people there were pretty drunk. Well at around 11:30 or so all the power just shuts off, my house was completley dark. My first thoughts were that I was just really unlucky and a power outage happened when i was having people over, and that it would proably end right there because nobody could see.

All of the sudden flashlights start shining in all the windows, and loud banging on the doors, saying "Police!" and everyone starts yelling COPS!!!!!. All the drunkards start freaking out, people running into my backyard jumping fences, hiding in closets and bathrooms, etc. Well....I realize at about that point I am deathly screwed, my parents are out of town for the weekend and specifically said "no parties!", I thought everyone was getting tickets for underage drinking and, well, pretty much I was dead.

I take a big breath and open the door, trying to think of excuses, and find 2 of my buddies laughing their asses off, they had found some flashlights and went to my breaker box and hit the main switch then started shining those lights in the window. Once everyone realized it we all laughed hard as hell, it was a good prank, ill admit it.

 

After watching The Ring, a friend of mine put on a white gown-ish type cloth and drenched his long black hair in water, put ketchup ove rhimself in some places and draped his hair ove rhis face.

2 minutes later, he creeps up to his brother's room and walks through the door on his unsuspecting brother. Needless to say the other guy crapped his pants (he just finished watching The Ring, so this was a nice surprise )

 

Two friends and I managed to get an entire page of phony questions inserted into our Anatomy final exam in med school. The exams all came from Harvard university press shrink wrapped with security seals. All the exam pages were renumbered to read page 1 out of 13, 2 out of 13 and so on the exam only had 12 pages. The prof knew right away who was responsible and took the three of us out for beers after the exam was over. Unfortunately many of my classmates failed to realize that the questions were bogus and got pi**ed off when they didn't get extra credit!

 

A funny prank would be sending this thread to your parents,

Ok ok, that would be VERY ghey.

 

This one loses its effect these days, but it was good at the time. Picture yourself in a small midwestern town in 1986, before the Internet, Photoshop, etc. etc..

Two weeks before prom, we got a hold of a copy of school district letterhead, then drafted a letter to parents explaining that due to the threat of AIDS and other STD's, that the school district would be distributing free condoms at prom that year. Ran off a couple hundred copies, then sent them to whomever we could find in the phone book. The district also donated a couple hundred envelopes to help us out. Sit back and watch the angry phone calls roll in (there were many). It was even front page news in the local small-town newspaper.

Seems quaint, but 20 years ago it made quite a stir. My date's parents were very conservative, they were going to make her stay home until they found out it was a hoax.

 

I just convinced my friend that I was going to marry her daughter. The daughter in question is my avatar (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/erinlear/) it was hilarious hearing her flip out thinking we were on our way to Vegas at that exact moment and we wanted her on the phone to hear when we exchanged our "I do's" actually I feel like an ass for doing that now, maybe the insuing 'coronary event' by my mother in law to be took the funny out of it.

 

High School...those were the days.

My buddies and I were always up to something, but usually it involved pranking teachers.

I'll keep them short:

We used to haul the biggest rocks we could fit in our back packs into class and leave them.

Completely rotate all desks and put the teacher's desk on the other side of the room.

Put bugs inside the casing of the overhead projector right next to the light which gets very hot and therefor has a fan which would blow the stink of burning bug throughout the room.

Take cologne and put it on backpacks of other kids so they could stink up other classes we couldn't get around to.

Carry one of our friends VW bug to these concrete blocks where her car would be stuck.

Open a container of 5 month old egg nog in the cafeteria and dump it in the open trashcan. One of my friends puked and all the kids got evacuated from the cafeteria.

2 words: universal remote



Following my senoir year, my cousin told me that there were now rules in place due directly to pranks that we would pull regularly.

 

I lived in an on campus apartment with three other guys. The agreement was, you had to clean the kitchen and the bathroom once a month, so four guys = they got cleaned once a week. One roommate never did his cleaning, and he kept piling up beer bottles in our hallways so the place stunk of old brew and smokes. The problem roommate went out one day with friends and I decided I had had enough. I returned all of his bottles and made about $45.00 in deposit returns. He stopped by around dinner time and was pissed, he wanted his money for the bottles to which I told him "then you should have made the twenty trips to the store hauling the bags of bottles". He left, but before he did he told us not only would he never do his share of cleaning, he threw our dinner pasta across the kitchen and told us to "clean it up". After he left I pulled back his covers, unloaded our kitchen garbage into his bed and pulled the covers back up. Around 2AM he returned, drunk. He climbed into bed and then the screaming started, he said he was going to kick my door in, well he woke up the RA and she called the police on him. I hear he had a wonderful evening at the station house explaining why he was drunk and only 19 years old. He never said another word to me, but he did do his share of the cleaning every week from that day forward.

 

YES! I remember that watch! A friend of mine also had one, lol

 

In my hometown, there is a giant decorative fountain at the end of the main boulevard that runs through the entire town. Sort of like a giant cul-de-sac. The standard prank for any high school punks was to get a GIANT box of washing powder, cut the top off the box, drive by the fountain, and chunk the entire box into the fountain. After a few minutes, the fountain was like Mount St. Helens with huge mounds of suds overflowing into the street like a runaway laundramat. Good CLEAN fun.

 

A friend of mine, who lived outside of Canada, had invested in a Canadian gold mining stock called BriEx; I had not. The stock had started out at cents on the dollar, moved up to $100 a share and then split four for one, before rocketing down on rumors that the company’s property in Borneo had few gold reserves - if any. My friend sold his shares on a Friday, actually trading them just before the exchange closed. Over the weekend a report came out confirming that management had been salting their ore samples with gold dust and their mining assets were thin air. On Monday all trading was halted and people started going to jail - except the chief geologist, who had already been thrown/fallen out of a helicopter and disappeared into the jungle, presumed dead.

My friend was delighted with his sagacious dealings, and though he had neither made money from the shares, or more pragmatically had shorted the stock, he happily pontificated to all about his acumen and timing. Ceaselessly.

I couldn’t let it sit there.

A few weeks later (a month?) a book came out: BriEx, The True Story, or somesuch. A glance at the spine confirmed that it was of local publication, designed for the Canadian market and would probably be unavailable elsewhere, and then a plan took shape.....

I cut out the end paper and matched the book’s font with one on my computer. Browsing through the volume I came to the chapter that detailed the company’s last days, and there I cut out a page, say page 100/101. Taking the last sentence on 99 I finished it, I then went on a creative writing spree, detailing how a foreigner, who obviously had insider knowledge, had closed the market with his trade. I named my friend and mumbled on about how the RCMP (that’s the Feds in Canada) through Interpol were closing in on him, for irrespective of his nationality he had committed a crime on Canadian soil and they wanted to make an example of such a cheat. I detailed his life style, getting enough bits wrong so that the information looked like the sort of thing someone hammering away to meet a deadline would produce. As a final touch I matched my last sentence to dovetail into the first few words on page 102. I glued in ‘my’ page and pressed the book for three days.

I sent him the book with a covering letter explaining how I had bought two copies and was looking forward to reading mine.

I waited..

He was screaming when he called me up, absolutely screaming. Did I know a law firm filled entirely with hammerhead sharks? Should he start phoning embassies? Where could he go? How, oh how could he get out of this jam???

I said I’d look into it....

It took me almost a week, but I ‘fixed’ it for him.

It’s odd, but he never tells me that BriEx story any more. Oh, yes, he also thinks I can get Ray Charles a driving license if I care to lift up the phone..

I know I’m rotten and evil, but I always wanted to be in hardback.