Some of my friends were talking about their senior pranks and practical jokes. The best was kidnapping a friend and dropping him off about 300 miles away with no cash no credit cards, no nothing just a map. I was wondering if the dopers out there have some better ones. Either senior pranks or practical jokes either one works.
Added to the OP suggestion…indicate a “You Are Here” on the map - except that it points at entirely the wrong place 
I’ve heard of a couple of variants on the one you mention. One was a bachelor party variant where they’d get the groom very drunk, then get him on a train, then take all of his money and id and clothes.
Another I recall (read in a story in Outside Magazine) about a bunch of guys (maybe Special Forces) where their leader liked to sneak off with their passports and all of their money just to see how they’d cope. Bastard!
There are some pretty amazing Silicon Valley practical jokes that I’ve read about, but it would take a lot of time and effort. Like moving one CEOs Porsche into his office while he was on vacation, including plastering back the wall they removed to get it in. Or sodding an office and turning it into a putting green. But those aren’t really practical for your purposes.
I wired my mom’s toilet so that a very, very loud siren went off when she sat down. That was all kinds of funny.
Ah, the toilet siren. I have to remember that. That’s classic.
Better do it before my parents get too old, too! They’d shit themselves.
Let me be the first of probably many to suggest that this is neither great, nor funny. A “friend” of ours a long time ago left several of us stranded after a night of partying. Less than 10 miles from home, and money wasn’t a problem. There was no reason, other than being “funny” but we weren’t friends after that.
Now, if you want to turn this into a game, with willing participants being stranded 300 miles away with a map, it sounds like fun to me.
A good practical joke (IMHO) would be one that the “victim” could laugh about afterwards
Hate to be the spoilsport here, but I’m not getting this. I’m imagining my friends driving me to Roanoke, VA and leaving me alone. First of all, I don’t see how they’re going to get me out of the house, into a car for 5 hours while I just sit there quitely in the car musing about our destination or purpose. Secondly, believe it or not, my friends have better things to do on a Saturday than try to “kidnap” me and take me to Roanoke for a “Surprize Bruce! We’re going to leave you here and drive all the way back home. Later!”. Thirdly, it’s really not that funny. If it is true, there are only two options. Maybe three. Get an instant job, cleaning gutters or windows or washing dishes until you have enough money for a bus ticket. Har Har!!! 2) Hitchhike. Whee!!! 3) Call someone to wire the money. That’s comedy genious.
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I think I owe you a coke or something.
I was talking on IM one evening, as I most usually am, and I got a message from someone who identifed themself as “Rachel White”. I didn’t recognize the name, but she seemed to know me a little bit, and she knew her name. I’m not a terribly outgoing fellow, so it’s not wholly unusual for people to know who I am before I know who they are. So we continued talking for a while, all the while I was polling my other online buddies to see if anyone knew who she was. No one did. So eventually, I gave up on my subtler methods of identifying her and just asked her how she knew me. She said that she had dropped her books on the way out of a class and that I had picked them up for her on my way into that room and an acquaintance of mine had told her who I was. A plausible enough story, I just didn’t remember the incident. So the conversation progresses and she appears to know more and more about me, about which I am getting increasingly curious. And then all of a sudden she messages me “Ha, you’re so easy to screw with” and “Rachel” identified “herself” as a friend of mine, Tim. He then tells me that he’s doing the same thing to another friend of mine - Don and that he’s about to clue him into the mystery. I said “No wait! We can have some fun with this.” So we plotted a little scheme and never told Don who “Rachel” was. The next day, “Rachel” got online again and talked to Don, but this time she knew more and more about the two of us (We told Don that Rachel was still talking to me as well). She started to know things about the insides of our houses! The prank progresses in that nature, outlining her as more and more of a stalker. Well, we knew that Don would ask his acquaintances if anyone knew this Rachel White, so we asked them to say yes and to make up little stories about her. For instance, how she was talking about him. So he would be walking down the halls and someone would say something like “Hey, Rachel White’s in my Geometry class and she was asking all sorts of things about you!” It’s now day five of this prank and I got a female friend of mine to write a little stalker note to be placed in his car. By now, something on the order of 20-30+ people knew about the prank and were doing their parts to help it along. There was also a girl I knew who could do this ridiculous hooker voice she called “Bunny”, and someone pointed out this talent to me, so we had her call him and leave a message on his answering machine as “Rachel White” On day seven, however, Tim had to cut it loose because Don was sufficiently freaked out by his stalker to start getting upset.
In retrospect it did seem kinda cruel, but it was just a monumental prank that was done completely off the cuff. We all laugh about it now, even the guy who got pranked, though he was pissed as hell when he found out the truth.
Hah! You owe me a coke! You owe me a coke!
Jeez, that brings me back 
Do I need to point out that at least they’d be in the right place for it?
I realized that too…glad I wasn’t the only one.
Hi, kids. Long time no post.
I was just discussing this very topic at work last night. Two instances come to mind, both car related:
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[li]A friend’s upstairs neighbor was physically abusing his girlfriend. Eventually, my friend convinced the girlfriend to kick him out of the house. But my friend decided he wasn’t really sorry enough. So she took a color copy of her own Vermont state licence plate, and PhotoShopped it to read an obscene word starting with C and ending in Face. She then made two high resolution copies, and had them laminated. She then went to where this jerk was staying and superglued her mocked-up licence plate OVER his real ones. As no one really checks their own licence plate, he was driving around for two weeks with women flipping him off left and right, honking everywhere. He had no idea why, until the cops pulled him over. [/li][li]My sister was living in LA, and was working for a stock broker. He wasn’t a very nice man, and he worked late into the night. He left the office one night and was halfway home when the smell of human feces invaded the car. Turns out he had kicked a homeless man’s sleeping bag in the parking lot that morning, thus angering the homeless man, who waited until the cover of dark to hop on this guy’s Lexus’s hood, and take a great big steamer into his intake grill. As the car heated up, it melted into the air filter, and a number of other systems. The smell was horrid (not the best diet) and it was VERY costly to replace filters and stuff. Poo. Hah. [/li][/ul]
Those are my two favorites.
A practical joke is best when it is cleaver but harmless.
This is not my story, but I love hearing it from our close personal friend Geoff, a practical joker. I am a little vague on some of the details, but you can figure it out.
He worked in an auto repair shop for years and the practical jokes he pulled on everyone were quite legendary. And he had a bunch done on him. It was the nature of the place.
One day, a mechanic that I’ll call Joey, played a practical joke on Geoff that I forget what it was and frankly, as Geoff said, it was so lame that he nearly missed it. Joey, FTR, was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Likeable, but dense.
Joey was quite pleased with himself and said, " I got you. Ha. Ha. I got you." And pretty much told everyone else that he *got *Geoff, the reigning King of Practical Jokes. Everyone else pretty much agreed it was a lame prank, but Joey was pleased.
So, after a while of dealing with this " I got you", Geoff plotted and clued in everybody, but Joey.
He was sitting working on the far side of the work bay working on a car. He took some super glue or some kind of epoxy and glued a broken nail ( or screw or rather menacing peice of sharp car part) to his forearm so that it looked as if it had peirced the underside of his forearm. He used a couple of blister packs of ketcup in his hand to look as if blood were streaming out from the wound.
About this time, the entire shop somehow went for a coffee break and everyone was gone, except Joey. Yet, they were all hidden in the office behind the venetian blinds.
Geoff proceeded to make a loud racket as if struggling with a part on a car and then fell back gasping and writhing in pain. Joey is there at his side nearly instantly and Geoff pulls off an Oscar winning performance of a man who just had a peice of shrapnel peirce his arm.
He pleads to Joey to take him to the hospital.
Joey is The Man Of The Hour, and he helps Geoff ( about 6’4) up and out to his camaro. Geoff slumps in the seat, Joey buckles him in, gets in and starts up the car giving Geoff encouraging words of " I’m there for you man, Joey will take care of you…"
You know, a bonding moment.
Meanwhile, the entire work place and all the fix it up muffler/quick lube shops in their little mall were all standing outside their bay areas watching this expectantly. It was quite a little neighborhood.
Geoff squeezes more ketchup out of his palm into a gushing flow for show as Joey fires up his camaro and backs up like ninety and Geoff knows he has to do his death scene now or never. In a weak voice, slumping more, Geoff stammers,
" You’re a good friend…"
“Yeah, man …so are you…You’re going to be ok, I’m gonna take care of you…”
This went on for about ten seconds, Geoff leading him on in a weak voice, Joey being Da Man.
Finally, as they are about to pull out into the street, Geoff lets his head loll onto Joey’s shoulder, in a near whisper, he says, " I …I…I…"
“Don’t talk, man, don’t talk! " Joey pleads. “Save your energy!”
" No…it’s important…stop the car…please…”
Joey does, looking at Geoff with a controlled sense of panic in his eyes.
Geoff wheezes in his ear, " I…got …you…back…" And he sprang right up, unfolded his long legs from the car and sprung from the Camaro to stride right back to work.
The entire mall of repair shops gave him a standing ovation.
What’s so funny about crying wolf?
Isn’t what’s outlined in the OP hazing?
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.
A friend of mine once gave me a key to her apartment so I could feed her cat while she was away. Three years later, I found myself still in possession of the key, and she was again out of town. I got some other friends, went into her apartment, and rearranged all her furniture.
I know, not very original.
I don’t think the prank in the OP is funny at all, just malicious, but my friend tells of when he was in college and pledging a frat, they did a variation of that one that I think actually IS pretty funny.
They start at the frat house, and blindfold my friend. Then they throw him in a car, and drive and drive and drive and drive and drive and drive some more – literally, they’re driving somewhere for like 2 hours. Then the car stops, they get out, pull him out, and they start walking. No one is saying anything, and anytime my friend tries to say anything, they tell him to shut up. They walk and walk and walk and walk and walk some more for like, another half hour. Making lefts here, rights there, lefts there… My friend, still blindfolded, is freaking – where the hell are they taking him? Finally, after walking some more, they order him to stop. He’s told to stand there, and to count to a million before he takes off his blindfold. He starts counting, and hears the other guys leaving. After he’s sure they’re gone, and having only counted to about 200, he says ‘fuck it’, and tears off the blindfold…
To find himself standing in the front yard of the frat house. On the steps are the frat guys who ‘kidnapped’ him, laughing at him. One of them welcomes him to the frat and tosses him a beer.