Does anybody know of any good pranks to play on a roomate that plays music too loud all of the time?
I’m sure that the jovial denizens of MPSIMS can provide enough pranks to send the guy to the school shrink. I’ll move the thread over there for you.
Is their music on cassette tape? If so, get a hold of one of them, forward into it like ten minutes, and record a half-second of ear-splitting static right in the middle of a song. Obviously this isn’t funny if it’s a store-bought tape, but if it’s a mixer they’ve put together from a CD, it can be replaced.
That’s just a music/recording prank. There are others, naturally. For example: If your roommate gets drunk and passes out in his (I’m assuming it’s a him) bed, you can get a couple of friends to lift up the bed, stand beer bottles under the bed’s four legs, and then carefully set the bed straight down, balancing on the bottles. As long as he doesn’t move, the bed will just sit there. But the moment he shifts, which is coincidentally also probably the moment he starts coming out of his alcohol-induced haze, the bottles will overbalance and the bed will drop to the floor with a spine-rattling thud. (And if it’s a hard floor, like in a dorm room, the bottles will skitter around with a godawful glassy sound.) I’ve done this once; it works very, very well. Doesn’t have anything to do with the music, but it’s funny anyway.
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Since it seems this person goes to the same school I do, I’m going to guess his/her roommate is not playing tapes. Probably mp3s. Anyway.
I can’t help you with pranks, but if you want to cut down on the noise, buy a cheap pair of headphones, and next time they start blasting, hand 'em to your roommmate with a smile.
When he’s not around, unplug his stereo, paint over the metal prongs with clear nail polish (be thorough), and let dry. Then, replug. Ah, the frustration…
I had an upstairs neighbor once who played really loud music. One day she was playing extra loud music, so she could hear it outside while she barbecued.
I phoned her. I hear “whump whump whump” (she walked loudly too), then the stereo volume would go down, then “whump whump whump” as she approached the ringing phone. This is when I hung up.
Whump whump whump, stereo volume up, whump whump whump, barbecue barbecue barbecue.
I phone again. Repeat. Repeat. (This was in the days before star-69). Eventually she figured that the stereo was on too loud for her to hear her phone ringing in time to answer it, and she turned it down for good.
This only works for people (everyone in the world except me) who feel obligated to answer their phones.
-k-
Karen Lingel, Physicist
Here’s one for you. Wait until your roomate is either piss drunk or just really, really out after a night of partying, and then quietly and carefully shave off one of his eyebrows. Tee-hee.
Hey, if it ain’t broke, give ME a shot at it.