That’s a biiiiig fence! :eek:
Nitpicker.
The fence was 248 feet away from homeplate (as I recall–it’s been a while since I’ve seen the proportions, but it was very reachable.)
I’ve done the Chinese Fire Drill thing a few times. I’d also done a few other random car mischief like randomly picking someone late at night and following them to wherever they were going and then, assuming they noticed, peering at them as we drove by slowly while they were getting out. Or honking when there’s a car next to us to get them to look over and then taking a picture of them. Or, late at night when the road is clear, getting up behind someone and repeatedly changing lanes behind them, pulling up beside them, giving them a weird look, then going back to repeated changing lanes. …Yeah, lots of car mischief.
I’m surprised I didn’t see any mentions of egging or TPing. I did that a few times. A couple times it was someone that me or one of my friends felt deserved it. A few other times we just felt like being mischievious and would do it to a random house that was convenient for staying hidden and quickly escaping from.
I had a similar situation, except it was a complete accident. My friends and I were playing with a go-cart and it requried someone else to start it from behind while the person driving it was in the seat or one could be real slick and start it then try to climb into it while it’s driving away. So I was riding it and it stalled while I was a few blocks away and I tried to start it myself and it got away from me and ran straight into a purposefully sculpted bush in front of someone’s house and chopped it all up before I could recover it and get away. Later we saw that it had been reported to the police as vandalism and they were on the lookout for some people who were going around and shearing up people’s bushes.
I TPed a couple of friends’ houses with my best friend. It was usually done to someone you approved of.
I also remember going out somewhere outside of town and exploring an old abandoned house with my best friend and a couple of guys–late at night, of course. One of the guys was supposed to have lived there as a tiny kid, but I don’t actually know if that’s true.
My best friend was the one who was always getting goody-two-shoes me into mischief. One time we were driving to the mall, and they had just re-done the parking garages and named each floor after some local crop, so the pillars had signs saying “Grape” or “Broccoli.” We thought this was utterly hysterical and were driving around to each floor, screaming with laughter. On the Strawberry floor, there was an extra sign sitting on the concrete. My friend shrieked to me to stop and before I even knew what had happened, she had grabbed the sign and thrown it in the backseat. Then she refused to take it home on the grounds that her mom would instantly know. I wound up with the stupid thing.
When we did it it was run completely around the car, some clockwise and some counterclockwise, and get back in the same seat. The whole point was maximum chaos without actually changing anything.
We also did the Chinese fire drill. One time we did it and I somehow wound up in the driver’s seat although I didn’t know how to drive. I was panicking when the light changed and my friends were just cracking up and yelling, “Go! Go!” Somehow we made it to the next light where we all jumped out and changed around again.
But don’t go around twice…
One guy thought he’d be bada$$ & run around the car twice; it was a late 70’s full sized station wagon w/ suicide seats in the back. He jumped in & pulled the gate up just as the driver stomped the gas. Well, the gate didn’t latch & Mr. Newton’s laws took over & he literally rolled right out the back when the gate went down again.
No, he didn’t get hurt, but ½ block later, he’s up & sprinting for his life, arms flailing, yelling, “Wait; wait for me!”
One time in high school I put an “auto fooler” on an acquaintance’s car while we were all eating at a local restaurant. An auto-fooler is a very small explosive charge with 2 wires. One wire goes to a spark plug and the other wire is grounded. (This is before they had hood releases inside the car.)
Anyway, we finish our meals and me and some of the guys get in my car and the rest pile into the victim’s 2 door vehicle with a guy in a full leg cast in the passenger seat. Doors shut, car turns over and BLAM! Smoke comes from under hood, guy with cast is blocking people in back seat, panic ensues. (I’m here to tell ya, I’m smiling even now just thinking about it. :D)
Eventually they figure out it was me, but by that point we’d locked ourselves in the car with the windows rolled up. One guy (the guy with the cast) was so frustrated he just yelled “BOOOOOOOOOOM” while pounding on the roof. Later I heard they drove off with the driver distraught because one cylinder was missing (i.e. not firing). The guy with the cast threw open the hood, found the wire still attached to the spark plug and grounded to the engine and yanked it free. Problem solved.
Pretty much the only thing I ever did.
Now my brother? There was the time he and the high school buddies were illegally drinking in a local park when a park policeman drove by and told them to clear out…and he leaned out the window and yelled “Fv<% you, pig!!” His buddies were horrified. My brother laughed his a$$ off. The cop was our next door neighbor. Nothing happened except for later that night when Charlie (the cop) caught David (the brother) in a head lock and nuggied him to within an inch of his life.
Great good fun.
You guys are cracking me up! 
I remember when my best friend and I found out a guy was trying to date both of us at once. So we went to the school during his wrestling practice, fished his keys out of his car (clearly this was a small town) and drove it to the other side of the school and parked it in the teacher’s lot with a little note that read ‘jackass’ on the steering wheel. He wasn’t smart enough to check back there, though, so he spent the night driving around with his friends, stopping at bunch of houses demanding to know where his car was.
He found it the next morning.
I remember when a boy switched a Romeo & Juliet for a porno tape in English 10. Since no one would rat him out, no one got punished.
We did other things too - egging was for when you didn’t like someone, TPing was to a friend. One year, we were TP’d and my mom was so happy. “You’re popular!” she shrieks. Yeah, and then she goes and COLLECTS ALL THE USABLE TOILET PAPER to recylce it. For us to use. I had to go buy my own roll and hide it in my room. I didn’t want to use TPeed paper to wipe my ass. It just didn’t seem right.
Or a literal fire drill in basic training, in which all the recruits run outside and shake out their blankets.
According to the TvTropes page on “Bavarian Fire Drill”
Take that how you will.
There was a credo about China in the late 20th century. Supposedly, if everyone in China lined up, the line would go all the way around the globe and still have people left over. Whether that’s true or not, I thought it was the idea behind the run-around-the-car stunt. By the time the last person is out, the first person is getting back in.
Or, if it’s a cold day, a couple rolls of pennies and a squirt bottle of water (I was on the receiving end of that one in college 
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Damp cotton balls and a cold day (or night) work well, too. If you want to cover the whole car, you need a metric buttload of them. It’s cheaper if you just spell something out on the windshield or hood.
I saw a bunch of teenagers do a chinese fire drill about a month ago. I laughed so much I had water in my eyes.
I’ve done a lot of what has been described. I never thought about putting leaves on a lawn with no trees before. hmmmmmmmm
There was a lady in the neighborhood who did elebrate holliday displays. One time had a table with pilgrims and Indians sitting around the feast. I went over in the middle of the night, pushed the indians to the ground and used a dry erase marker to put pock marks on their faces and hands, tossed whiskey bottles and army blankets around, stuffed rags up the pilgrim clothes to make them look fat, hid the plastic food on her porch and put scrapes and bones on the pilgrims plates.
That was legand for a very long time.
Yeah, we were a silly bunch. The height of hilarity was to fill the back of our van with cornstalks from just outside of town. Floor to ceiling, wall to wall cornstalks. And, drop them all in someone’s (usually a teacher’s) lawn.
Oh, then there’s the Russian fire drill. Kinda like the Chinese fire drill, but done at 55 MPH. Really only worked in pickups - but you’d go from the passenger side, out the window into the bed, then from the bed into the driver’s side while the driver scooted over. It’s amazing no one ever got killed doing that stupid shit.
I’ve done the Chinese Fire Drill. I’ve always wanted to do it with my friend who is Chinese-American, and his twin brother. But he’s particularly sensitive about his ethnic background so I don’t think I could get away with that request.
I was not a prankster, but there were members of my family who were. My parents once ‘‘broke’’ into my grandparents’ house while they were away (they knew where the spare key was), shortsheeted their bed and switched around all the dishes in the cupboards. My poor grandmother thought my grandpa’s deceased wife had rearranged the kitchen, in some sort of ghostly act of disapproval. Other pranks included getting a bunch of strong guys to lift and turn the car 90 degrees in the garage so it was impossible to drive out.
My adopted father, who I’m pretty sure is a sociopath, once staged his own hanging for the benefit of a friend.
Agreed: TPing was for friends. We were playing a two-week long game of Killer (one of the original LARP games). I had gotten approval from the GameMaster (whom we called “God”) that if I could TP the house and get sufficient coverage, that would have counted as me burning down the house. I did, and while trying to escape dude chasing me from the front of the house, his wife “shot” me in the backyard with the water hose. God said that counted as a large rifle or shotgun blast. I did manage to hit her with a roll of TP, and God said that was like a molotov cocktail. So we all died. Good times.
During the next game, I waited on the balcony (which was the length of the building) where this Army sergeant taught class at Fort Sam Houston. I posed as a photographer so I could scope out the parking lot (I knew his car and plates). Using a zoom lens, I saw him come in and ducked down. When he got in range on the sidewalk, I started lobbing water balloons at him. We ended up in a race - him sprinting on the sidewalk, me running on the third floor balcony. I didn’t get him, but when the game was over (during the afterparty) he told me he had to explain himself to several superiors. But no real trouble.
I’d probably have to say the stupidest (well, most unsafe at least) was we used to ride in friends’ beds of their pickup trucks while standing. The idea was basically the driver could (implied: safely) manuever the vehicle however they wanted, while we were in the back hanging on for dear life. We lost when somebody fell down (into the bed). Usually at near-highway speeds. Nobody ever got hurt, but we only ended the game when one guy ripped off one of the monster lights off the top of his custom pickup. He paid a lot of money for that light kit, and he was pissed about it. So that’s why we stopped.
OH! Another thing we used to do was kidnap those safety sawhorses with the flashing orange lights. usually only one or two, not to dismantle the entire site. We would put them 1/ behind somebody’s car (to tick them off before work), or 2/ pinned against the front screen door so they had to take an alternative exit from the house.
I have a few more, but they aren’t really legal. So…
…I mean, I never did it. 
I remember another one. One Halloween when I was, say a preteen (not TOO old for trick-or-treating, but old enough to go out with friends unsupervised), a friend and I decided we were going to soap the windows of people who weren’t home this year.
We hit up a few houses and finally come to one with no answer. With pounding heart I reach for my bar of soap, extend it to the window on the screen door, and the minute the bar makes contact a siren goes off.
We flew off that porch like our pants were on fire! After we stopped and caught our breath it dawned on us that we were 3 blocks from the hospital and it was probably only an ambulance. We thought it was a cop car and we’d spend our Halloween in the clink overnight.