Sorry MSK, at Circuit City, our master VCR is locked up in the back of the store. The best way though, would to do it from inside, as an employee.
I have to try the “FUCK THE COPS” one, I have someone richly deserving it, Bonus: he is an alcoholic, and drives drunk all the time. And he is an ass, dumped my sister 1 week shy of 3 years, AND he promised to marry her.
One that I’ve been curious to try is as follows:
take a few pieces of black construction paper and tape them into a one long strip. (so now you have, say, a 9" x 24" piece of black paper) Put this into the fax machine and start faxing it to someone. Now, as it starts to exit the machine, tape the leading edge to the trailing edge, so you are now faxing a closed loop of black paper. Not only will it keep burning through the victim’s fax paper, but it will drain their toner/ink and print head as well.
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If you work at a retail store, stick those little security tags to someone…a vicious coworker, or an asshole boss, perhaps?
BTW, I’ve been DYING to know how to short sheet someone’s bed…HOW do you do it?"
My father taught his sisters how to rig up a mailbox to explode when this one woman REFUSED to give them the money owed for their paper route. Come to think of it, I think my dad said that my PAPPAP told him how to do it…
Here some I found from a Best of alt.shenanigans…(warning: this will be LOOOOONG…but funny!)
Also funny is supergluing a quarter to the sidewalk. I know its old, but in the city, with the diverse types of people around, it
gets really amusing. I watched this old lady whack at it with her cane for about 10 min. cursing…
1.Got a neighbor that’s a real pain in the ass? Do they have a lawn? Do they have a garden that’s accessible? Yes to all the
above? Great! Go out and get yourself some grass-killer and fill the suckers hose with the stuff. Then sit back and wait
for them water their lawn! Nuff said?
2.Does the person that you want to get even with drink red wine? If so, have I got one for you! Get yourself some Neutral
Red, a water soluble, crystalline, red dye. Mix some into the persons wine and wait for them to take a leak. (Nuetral
Red comes out as red as it goes in, and people have a tendancy to get really nervous when they start pissing what they
think is blood!
3.(I’m surprised nobody mentioned this one yet.) Go to a pet shop and buy a fancy looking pet collar and leash. Then, the
next time you see a dead animal in the road, attach the leash and collar setup to its neck. Attach the whole thing to
revengees rear bumper, making sure to toss dead animal under the car so it won’t be seen. When revengee drives away,
chances are he/she will be stopped by either a cop or a member of some animal lovers group for draggin some poor
defenseless pet down the road. Either way, they are gonna have some awful quick explaining to do!
They had a ‘witchy’ old lady next door that was constantly complaining about everything and everyone in the neighborhood.
After one really good round about kids and pets messing up her spotless front yard, my buddies planned what turned out to be
a better joke than they originally thought. Juvenile as we all were, they planned to write some dirty words in her
meticulously-groomed front lawn with some kind of powder that would stand out. The only thing they could find was some
Ortho Super-Gro Lawn Food (white powdery stuff). They wrote the message in the dead of night, and next morning it was
bold and white for the world to see. The ‘kicker’ came after. She came out, saw the graffiti, and immediately grabbed a hose
and WATERED IT OFF!
To this day, those sections of grass are just a little bit greener than everything around them, and the words can STILL be read!
One prank I haven’t seen listed yet is the one I used to do at summer camp and the college dorm. Take the top off the toilet
tank. Inside, there is usually a vertical plastic pipe about 1 inch in diameter. Going into the top of this pipe is a little plastic tube.
Turn the tube outward and, if it is long enough, then put it toward the toilet bowl with the end just sticking out. Replace the tank
cover, making sure that the little plastic tube is just sticking out. When someone flushes, the tube will squirt water.
One time in Colorado I did this at 3:00am. The guy that got caught must have flushed with his elbow while still seated. His back
was sprayed with ice cold water. His language was abominable, and made funnier since this was a Christian camp. Oh well,
we’re all human.
A great trick I have gotten away with many a time requires a little preparation, simply to go to the grocery and get a few
packages of Kool-Aid. Then while your ‘prey’ is away, simply spread it nice and liberally into his bed, best if done in stripes, to
leave his body in different colors. This works best in a warm room where he is sure to sweat during the night to the utmost.
1.Leave old trash paperbacks around launderettes and other public places. Write inside the front cover: Property of
Victim. I need this book for my thesis. If found, please return to address for $100 reward.
2.Post ads around town for a garage sale (or open house) at Victim’s house starting at 7:00 AM next Sunday.
If you had someone staying at your house, especially if they’re traveling with small children, help them pack up the car. Slip
some limburger (sp?) cheese into their car somewhere where it’ll slowly get warm. You can imagine the consternation when
they pull to a rest stop to change junior’s diapers and find nothing there. Or the line, “Did you hit a skunk or …?”
1.“Time bombs.” This is the phrase he uses to describe chicken parts. Easily gotten at any supermarket, they are innocent
little items that can be carried almost anywhere (in a baggie, if neccessary). But when stashed in an out-of-the-way place,
like under furniture cushions in the house or under car seats or in the trunk in a car, and given a little time, YOW! Watch
out for the smell! Gotten ripped off by a used-car dealer? Wait awhile, then take some test drives in some other cars.
With a few strategically placed “bombs” in a car with the windows closed in the hot sun… use your imagination. Getting
evicted? Remove some outlet covers or switch covers and stuff some of these babies down inside the wall. They’ll be
impossible to find, and won’t start to smell until after you’re long gone.
2.Parties. Parties are great fun to plan, especially if you plan them for someone else to host (as a surprise). Print up a few
flyers for a party at your victim’s house and distribute them where undesirables will be sure to see them. For example,
you might put up flyers around biker bars advertising “all the beer you can drink”, and “crowning of Miss Biker”, or
something equivalent. Even if the reluctant host doesn’t let them in his house when the horde shows up, he will still wind
up with a party on his lawn. Of course, if you’re his neighbor this gives you a good reason to complain to the cops or to
his landlord, etc.
3.Set your victim against a third party, or against another victim. Let other people do your dirty work for you. Here’s an
example: Call up the electric or gas company and impersonate your victim. Request that service be terminated for a
week or two (going on vacation, or whatever). As soon as that happens, call your victim. Impersonate an officer of the
gas/electric company, and be very nasty and abusive, saying that service has been discontinued because of non-payment
of bills. This should rile up your victim, asasuming that he HAS paid his bill and knows it. At any rate, tell him he must
come down to the office immediately to discuss the problem or you will send the police to his house to collect, or
something like that. Then, once you have him mad, and know he is going to the gas/electric company, call up that
company. Impersonate your victim. Be very nasty, and try to get into an argument with a supervisor. Wind up the
conver- sation by saying that you are coming down there right now with a gun, and you are going to kill somebody. Then
hang up.
Or, if you call enough times so that people associate your voice with his name, you could call back some time after the
argument and make a bomb threat. They would recognize the voice as being 'him', and knowing that he was disgruntled
would make him a prime suspect.
4.Buy a cheap toy gun. Plant it in your victim’s car. Then call the police and anonomously report that you saw a suspicious
armed person in the area, and give the vehicle’s description and location. A variation of this would be to plant baggies full
of phony drugs. He probably won’t be arrested, but he will probably be stopped and harrassed.
5.Enter subscriptions in his name to the most filthy homo/bondage/snuff magazines you can find, and change his address by
one so his NEIGHBOR receives them. His neighbors will not only be disgusted by his perver- sions, they will also be
irritated by the fact that he is too dumb to even get his address right on a subscription.
6.If you can get one of his credit cards, or even a charge receipt or carbon copy of one, use the account to order gifts
through the mail. Order gifts for REAL friends and relatives of the victim, and have them delivered directly to the
recipient. It puts him in an embarras- sing position to have to explain to his family and friends how his gift to them must be
returned. Also, can you imagine the guy trying to convince the bank that HE did not make the purchases? Don’t use his
charge accounts for your own benefit, or you will very likely be caught.
Next time when you are having dinner, keep an empty jug of water on the table. When somebody asks you to pass the jug,
pretend while picking it up that it is full of water and heavy. Keep the jug on the table near the victim. The victim will apply what
he/she considers is appropriate strength needed to pick up the jug. This will cause the jug to jerk up to a significant height. The
sight is very funny and so is the victim’s face.
Must try to believe. Even the most prude of your aunts will not mind being a victim of this joke.
My favourite practical joke involves on of those long line-ups for tickets to a concert or something. First you go to the front of
the line and then walk the entire length, looking over everyone as if you were trying to find a friend. When you get to the back
you walk back to the front doing the same thing, but this time even slower. Then when you reach the front you turn and quickly
run to the back again, machine-gunning everybody as you go. Then you go up to the ticket office and say “Get it?” This is a
classic joke and as you can see it is also quite practical, since it gets you to the front of the line very fast.
This reminds me of something a friend of mine did to get even with a landlord that evicted him. There was a hole in one of his
walls so he put a couple of dead fish in in the hole. He then plastered over the hole and repainted the wall. Can you imagine the
smell after a month of summer heat? Nobody could tell where the odor would be coming from until the bottom of the wall
would start to rot. He did some other things to the house but this was by far the most subtle and undetectable until some time
later.
One joker sprinkled finely ground powdered milk underneath his victim’s sheets. It acts like powdered sugar in the sense that,
as you sweat in your sleep, it dissolves and comes up through the sheets onto your body and into your pores. But your sweat
makes it sour, and when it gets into your pores, it stays there. You smell very strongly of sour milk for about a week (4 days if
you shower and sauna every day). The next weekend, when the joker was walking back from a party, three guys jumped him.
They were dressed in ski masks and painter’s suits (those light paper/cloth jumpsuits that people wear to paint autobodies).
They stripped, tied, blindfolded and gagged the joker, and spraypainted him blue. No one was ever caught.
Call a mortuary and report the victim dead. Arrange to have his body picked up at his house sometime when he is at home.
I guess I am too restrained to perpetrade anything that might get the victim shot by the cops, or committ credit card fraud in the process. But… My favorite was always the Saran wrap on toilet bowl one. Second prize goes to the chubby girl eons ago in high school. A single teacher had made out of line remarks during class about her size. She got him a paid subscription to a raunchy skin-mag delivered to the school*. He got called on the carpet but good, and the Superintendent would not believe his protests of innocence…
To be done in warmer climates: break apart oreo cookies so that white, creamy filling sticks to 1/2 of cookie (the way most
kids eat them). Discard or eat other 1/2 of cookie without filling. Place cookies (filling side down) on victim’s car – this should
take several bags of cookies. When the warm sun hits the victim’s car, the cookies ooooooooozzzzzzzzzzzzzzeee down the car,
leaving opaque stripes. Really quite a sight! Really!
When I was living in the dorms on campus, frequently someone with a car would offer to drive into town on a rainy day, to save
a wet bike ride. There were always takers. I have a car, so I took many friends to the store, post office, or Bank. If someone
banked at the same place as I did and I knew they were going to make a deposit, sometimes I would get a few bucks together
and also make a deposit. BUT, as I was standing at the little table (you know with the little chained pens) I would take a
deposit slip and write THIS IS A STICK-UP GIVE ME ALL THE MONEY IN YOUR DRAWER on the back. Then I
would casually slide it over to my friend and hand it to him, face up. After making my deposit I would leave the bank. The
friend would step up and hand the teller the deposit slip. They always check both sides to see if any additional checks are listed.
Sitting across the street was a good place to see the cops pull up. Usually things took about 20 minutes before he convinced
them he was not a bank robber. You have to pick a friend with integrity and a quick mind though. If he panics and gives your
name, you are history. I only tried it twice.
I have never tried this, but a chemist friend of mine told me of a practical joke. Get a hold of the victims coffee cup. Make sure
its empty. Put one drop of phenolthalien ( excuse the spelling, I’m refering to the acid/base indicator) in the cup and fill it with
water. Empty the cup and let it dry. When the victim fills it, their is still residue of the phenolthalien in the cup. The effect!, the
victim will not be able to make it to the bathroom in time.
Yet another answer to that silly revenge problem: Tape down the little white things that spring up when you lift the receiver.
(another alternative would be to open up the phone and remove two little spring things so that the white things don’t come up at
all.) Of course all this should be done in the victims absence. Now the fun begins… When he arrives, dial his number from a
nearby phone and don’t hang up.
The most elaborate joke along these lines was played by three friends of mine, whom we’ll call Tom, Dick and Harry.
On a moonlit night as described above, Tom came running out of the woods onto the Lover’s Lane screaming, “No! NO! Oh,
God, Please NO!”
When Tom had everybody’s attention, Dick stepped out of the woods with a shotgun, yelled “Now I’ll get you, you bastard!”
and fired the gun over Tom’s head.
Tom dropped to the ground and lay there writhing and screaming until Dick came over and fired a blast into the ground near his
head, then went limp and quiet.
Then Harry came rushing over, yelling “Jesus, Jack, why’d you DO it? He was our FRIEND!! Oh, my God! …” and the like.
Then both Dick and Harry grabbed Tom by the heels and dragged him back to the woods. When they were out of sight Tom
got up and all three enjoyed the activity back at the scene of the “crime”, which needless to say had changed considerably from
a few minutes before.
Dump a whole bottle of detergent into the toilet tank. This produces great billowing suds out of the bowl on first flush.
Especially great if first flusher is sitting at the time.
Gather a bunch of freshmen together at a party, telling them the punch is spiked. Observe for about half an hour while some of
them get high on the sugar. Then bring out a couple of bottles of Everclear and dump them in. People will sober suddenly, then
dip in and rapidly get silly. Let simmer for about an hour, preferably taking pictures. Then announce that there is still no alcohol
in the punch. Make sure that film is safe first. Everyone goes home safe and sober.
Not very funny you say? Well, then use real alcohol instead of sugar water and laugh hysterically while people get sick, slip on
the stairs, wreck their cars, etc. Great fun
All this talk about practical jokes reminds me of one I heard about in high school. It seems that a psychology class decided to
give their new found knowledge of the “power of suggestion” a little test. Some of the students had another class together and
decided to play a little trick on their teacher. Whenever the teacher was on the left side of the room, they would act really
interested and when he was on the right side of the room, they would act really bored. Well, it seems that this behavior did its
job on the teachers sub- conscious and he was practically crawling on the left wall by the end of class.
This is one that a friend of a friend of mine did to his mom.
This kid was going somewhere with his mom in the car. The kid was in the back seat, and the mom was driving. It was summer
time, so the kid had the window rolled down.
Anyway, the kid see’s this jogger comming up the side of the road, so he starts motioning to the jogger. The jogger didn’t really
know what was going on, but just as the car passed the jogger, the kid reached out of the window, and whaked the side of the
car rather loudly with his hand. The jogger, getting the idea, dove in the ditch and acted like he was in great pain (similar to the
pain he would feel, say if he just got hit by a car).
The mother obviously notices the loud noise and see’s the dieing jogger in the ditch, slams on the breaks to see if this poor guy
is dead or not. Naturally she is worried sick.
We were very proud of the following practical joke. When we were juniors at Williams, I lived in Agard House with three
friends of mine. Several large and loud boors who lived there as well were always taking over the TV when we were watching
it (to the point of them physically throwing one of us out of the TV room when he was in there watching something they didn’t
want to watch … that is, something that wasn’t a sporting event). They would sometimes call important house meetings without
telling us, and so on. Suffice it to say, we didn’t get along with them. Anyway, we got them back in the following way. The
remote control in the TV room was usually ignored, because it was always getting lost. So a couple of weeks before the Super
Bowl, we purloined it. We bought some supplies and set it up so that an infrared (?) emitting diode was behind a curtain in the
back of the room, connected via wiring outside the house (which we strung) to the lounge next door, where we sat with the
remote control. We listened to the game on a radio, and every time something dramatic would happen… “He’s at the twenty!
The fifteen! The ten! The …” ZAP! Masterpiece Theater! They would all immediately charge down to the cable hookup in the
basement, but no-one was there. They’d look in the lounge and there we were, studying quietly. Ah, it was great. (The remote
control was discreetly hidden by a window-drape.) When they told us about this mysterious phenomenon, we said, “You
know, the same thing was happening to us the other day. Hmm, I wonder what could be wrong.” They were sure we had done
it, but couldn’t prove it. They kept trying to goad us into revealing it, for example: “No, they couldn’t’ve done it; they’re not
smart enough”. We kept our mouths shut and just grinned.
Very nasty/illegal:
Get some of that super-expanding construction crack-filler polyurethane foam. Fill a car.
A friend of mine and his brother got in an argument with a guy. Guy shot bro’s truck with a shotgun. They followed the guy to a bar next to a construction site. They hotwired a bulldozer and crushed the guy’s truck.
Funny:
Same as #1 above, but with wadded-up newspapers
Tape a sheet over somebody’s door (has to open toward inside). Continue doing so for a few weeks until he walks thru the sheet without thinking. Put a Coke machine/refrigerator on the other side of the sheet.
Get a friend’s dorm room key. Take off the doorknob and turn it around, so the keyhole is on the inside. Lock him in.
Spread crystals of contact explosive on a hard floor, wait for victim to walk into room.
If you can get under the hood of victim’s car, remove sparkplug wires and reconnect out of order. Hard to spot, and it might even start (very bad sounds)
I’ll post more later.
I just heard about this one from a friend…
Two guys passed out drunk at a party. They took the hand of person A down the pants of person B.
Then took pictures 
Guinastasia, just post the link next time if you want to refer to an article. Posting big (non-original) things like that is a pain in the ass.
try putting Condous Crystals in a shower rose…people will inexpicably take on a nice orange hue and not realise it immediately!! 
oh yes…and another couple of goodies from the last day of school.
A laxative type granulated medicine known as “go-litely” and used for patients Pre-op in Hospitals…causes MASSIVE bowel movements! For some silly reason it look just like sugar…so a handful of that diced in the bowl in the teachers staff room ensured that we had a bit of time off that day!!
and then there was the line of trees planted down the middle of the oval…along with the roadkill in the elevator…which is strictly for Staff and Disabled peoples use only!!
Ah…those were the days!
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*Originally posted by Tomcat *
A good, not too bad, one for getting the boss: Pop a whole bunch of popcorn- two shopping bags at least, if not more (or buy two/three of those huge bags of popcorn that they sell at Target, K-mart, etc). Take about 6 or so sheets of newspaper and put sticky-tack/press-tack or tape or??? on the four corners. When the boss goes into their office and shuts the door (hopefully one without a window that opens INTO the office- most do) get help and put a sheet a paper on the frame at the bottom, pressing the tacky stuff/tape on the frame. There should be about 4 to 6 inches of space between the door and paper- fill this with popcorn. Add the next sheet of paper above that and continue filling. Do this one sheet at a time (overlapping a little) because pouring popcorn in from the top can get noisy. Fill up the space all the way to the top of the door then leave. Maybe have someone call them to keep them occupied or something. When they finally open the door, a wall of popcorn falls on them…Harmless, but funny. Takes about 10 minutes to clean up with a broom and vacuum. You can do this to a normal house front door too late at night…
In the dorms at my college, the floors are all concrete with that hard tile on top. After a long night of drinking, we covered a friend’s door with newspapers. Instead of popcorn, we used empty soda cans. Stacked 'em right to the top of the door, held in by newspapers. Then we called him and waited outside his door.
As soon as he opened his door, 9,000 soda cans came crashing down on the tile. Very loud, very annoying (more fun at 3 a.m.), doesn’t hurt anyone, easy clean up and you can take all the cans to the recycling center afterwards…
A potato takes about a month or two to go from edible spud to rotted glob of stench, so it is a slower build but a much bigger pay-off. Anyone who has ever been near a fresh perm knows what a rotten potato smells like, but not the intensity of it. Putrid doesn’t begin to describe it.
A variant of the grass trick:
http://www.dallasnews.com/sports_day/colleges/football/31438_GRASS15.html
I’m so proud of our band.
this one is mean, but back in hi school, this crazy guy i knew stuck a shotgun shell in someone’s muffler. the muffler would heat it up and cook it off. i wouldn’t recommend it, obviously very dangerous. i think he’s locked up now as a matter of fact, from some other hooliganish thing he did.
i saw my dad kick someone’s exhaust pipe down to the ground and totally fucked up this guy’s car. we were in dc struggling to find a parking spot and this asshole stole our spot. way to go, parental figure. all he said was “don’t tell mom goddamit.”
my personal favorite though, was writing ‘dickhead’ on someone’s hood and driver’s side door w/ superglue and pennies. this guy who lived in my dorm called me a ‘spic’. we got into a fight later…
While at camp, several of my bunk mates played pranks on the other bunks under the alias N.E.Q.O. (never expect the quiet ones). Some of their funnier pranks included puting someone’s bed on the roof (boy was he suprised) and stealing all the socks from a bunk and putting them on a dock in the middle of the lake
during my sophomore year, two friends of mine were roommates. they woke up one sunday morning to find their “downstairs” (their room had a very high cieling and the had a loft where they slept that was basically a second floor) had been kind of trashed. someone had thrown up on their floor and on one of those pillow things with the built in arm rests and had left behind a small black women’s jacket that was popular at the time. they were going to put up signs about it around campus so they could tell the girl off, and i suggested they take a shit in a plastic baggie and put it in the pocket when the girl came to claim it. one of my fraternity brothers would like to go out and steal stuff from other houses when he’d get drunk. we had composites from probably every other fraternity, and he’d also steal things like dishes and food and stuff like that. hmm, i know there’s more that we did in college… oh, the fraternity across the street from us we didn’t like and they were none too fond of us… they had a little rock garden in front of their house with their letters spelled out in it. it was pretty common practice to go out late at night and take a rake to it. i was really tempted to dump a bucket of paint on it once, but never did. while i’ve never done it, i’ve been told that giving someone an “upper deck” can be fun. basically you drop a load into the tank of a toilet that’s not going to be used for a while, like in a fraternity house during a vacation for instance and it just sits there for a few weeks or months or whatever and totally fouls up the toilet.
Friend and I added a small amount of green hair dye to her Evil Bitch From Hell roommate’s expensive shampoo & conditioner. Her hair had been dyed blonde, so the green hair dye gradually took hold and gave her a gross subtle greenish tint. She would go to her hairdresser, get re-blonded, and then come back to using the same shampoo & conditioner and gradually turn green again.
Friend was sick of big dumb drunk guys being assholes in his dorm hallway. One night they came home and he was sitting in the hall holding and pretending to eat “chocolate.” He offered them some, which they greedily ate. It turned out to be Ex-Lax. He had locked all the bathroom stalls from the inside.
A couple experiences a very bad breakup. Girl sends guy a letter, calling him 7 kinds of asshole. He tapes it up on his dorm room door with spelling & editorial comments on it, invites others to participate. Girl is humilated. Girl sends guy photo of her having oral sex with another guy. Guy sends photo to her parents.
A friend of mine got a very bad grade (unfairly) from a professor that delayed his graduation. He got one of those envelopes that’s lined with bubble wrap. He put the prof’s book in the envelope, and smeared the cover of the book with his own feces. He mailed the package to the prof anonymously.
I originally posted this to another thread, but it seems far more appropriate for this one…
The Dreaded Upper Decker
Say you’re at a party with lots of people, and maybe you don’t especially care for the host. Maybe you’re in a rambunctious mood. Maybe you’re just really drunk and not in control of your actions. Whatever your motive, one thing is for certain: you’ve gotta take a shit. Locate the nearest bathroom, lock the door, and then take the lid off the toilet tank, being ever so careful to quietly remove any sundry tank-top adornments first. Then…you guessed it, buddy…you take a dump in the tank :eek:
Quietly replace the tank-top, and carefully return any bottles, spray cans, or other items to their original position. You slip out and blend in seamlessly with the party festivities, smiling a secret little smile 
No one will notice anything, not at first. But by the next day, after everyone is long gone, your little surprise will slowly start to distinkgregate, er, disintegrate. Carefully metered doses of fecal debris will be dispensed into the bowl with every flush. After a couple of days the bathroom air will be permeated with a combination of sewer gas and roadkill, leaving the homeowner to wonder who’s sick, and just what in hell do they have!!
If they are smart enough, they will think to check the tank. When they lift off that lid, what a surprise they will have!!! Big Laffs Perhaps a look of horror or disgust will cross their face. They will have no choice but to ladle the offending material out of the upper deck and into the bowl.
Alternative number 2 no pun intended
Note: Your host must have a cat!!!
Most people keep the litter box in a bathroom. So…you guessed it again…carve out a little furrow and deposit your offering. Cover it up like a good cat would, and return to the party. By the next day, they will be taking the cat to the vet 
One of my mum’s cousin’s took a packet of concentrated detergent with him to the local swimming centre, stashed down his shorts. Once in the spa, opened the packet underwater, left it there and got out. To allay himself of all suspiscion, he went and reported it!!
I think he was also responsible for a packet of washing powder being thrown in the local fountain a couple of times too!
Senior prank (many moons ago): we took 5 steel belted radial tires and rope to our school. tie one end of rope to top of flagpole. Other end goes to school roof with tires. “Thread” rope through tires one at a time and :whip: rope to move tire to and over top of pole. Repeat with remaining tires. remove rope from top of pole. The only way to remove tires is one at a time with bolt cutters.
College prank: (not me) Bio-chem grad student friend put two drops of moth pheromone oil on headrest of advisor’s car. Oil get’s on advisor and in car. This oil is very thick. Advisor plagued by hundreds of horny moths for many weeks.
I did his to my husband’s roommate all the time. Use a rubber band to hold down the lever on the sprayer at the kitchen sink. Position the sprayer so that it is aimed at the jokee. The unsuspecting sap turns on the water at the sink, and BAM! Hilarity ensues.
Rich G7subs already mentioned milk, a vastly under-rated subsance when it comes to vile revenge. All you do is pour some into fabric or upholstery in the victim’s car or home, anyplace where the milk stain will not be readily seen. Can take as little as 10 seconds to do this. After 3 days the smell will be enough to cause pain. And getting rid of it is virtually impossible - you can clean and detergent it all you like but that smell will linger.
Someone else mentioned the George Hayduke revenge books. They are long on theory, short on practice. Most require the kind of access to someone’s car, home, possessions or personal details that is hard to obtain.
For someone you live with: one little trick that is much more annoying than you might think is simply to block the end of their TV remote control, where the infra-red beam comes out. It’s usually a little circular recess, easily filled with tacky stuff, gum, paper, whatever. Do this, AND swap the batteries for duds. Victim is annoyed can’t work TV. Eventually goes to time and trouble of swapping batteries (and they are never handy when you need them, right?) and then finds… it STILL doesn’t work. Serious annoyance.
Also, re-tune their TV to wrong channels.
Also, spend a while putting all their CDs in the wrong cases. Takes them ages to find the CD they want…
Also, melt some candle wax and wait until it is beginnin to set. With a paintbrush, coat the inner ceiling of the microwave. When victim puts in some food, m’wave heats up, wax melts again, and wax-covered food! For added venom, mix up a batch of melted wax plus your own urine, and paint with that.
In the office: got to any magic shop or magic supply store. Ask for a Funken Ring. Sounds naughty, but I’m not making this up. It’s a small device you can conceal in the palm of your hand. Anytime you want, it gives off a big flash of what look like sparks. Get one, learn how to use it. Go round the office, touch the photocopier or your PC and - whoosh!! - sparks everywhere. Ops come along to check it out, see what’s wrong, and you meanwhile can go have coffee “while Ops check out my dangerous PC”.
Also, it’s real easy to get a colleague’s email address and sign him/her up to every free offer, porn site emailing list etc. under the sun.
local store: Local store done you over? Easy. Buy a tin of anything, open it at the bottom, and empty it. Invert the now empty tin, so the original TOP is now at the bottom. Fill with maggots. Cover with piece of wax paper. Go to store, and sneak the tin on to the shelf display, inverting it just at the moment of delivery. Swipe out the piece of wax paper. If not disturbed for a while, the maggots will eventually work their own way out. But if someone lifts it up… payback on the store that screwed you.
But mind those in-store TV security cameras…