Many have seen the videos on You tube of the couples that play practical jokes on each other. In most cases, I feel they are going way too far. Friday night I was watching my wife edit some pictures on her computer, they were of our vacation this past summer. I then thought of a good practical joke to play on my wife and it would be totally harmless, nothing physical at all.
The basis of my joke was based on reports that folks have gone on vacations or cruises and after they come home and have their pictures developed, they find a picture or two of someone placing their toothbrush in a very inappropriate location. Unfortunately, I could not find one with a Google image search but did find a picture of a toothbrush in a toilet. I copied the picture and placed it in her vacation picture folder. I did this yesterday morning.
Last night I was in the garage when I heard my wife hollering about something. She came out to the garage and had a very bemused look on her face. She had found the picture. For a moment she thought it was actually taken while on our vacation. But she then remembered a few things. The first thing was she took her electric toothbrush on vacation, not a regular toothbrush. And we never left any cameras in our hotel rooms, if we went somewhere, we had all our cameras with us.
The picture did shock her for a moment and she did think what I did was pretty funny. It is now posted on her Facebook page.
Anyone else pull a practical joke on someone recently?
Jokes are practical?
I wish someone would have told me this when I was a teenager.
I applied a Rogue Brewery Dead Guy temporary tattoo to my forehead one evening, just goofing around. I took a close-up selfie and messaged it to my brother, with the caption, “man, I think I’ll regret this in the morning”.
My brother called, but I was busy preparing dinner so I ignored it. Then my gf called from work. I answered. My brother had called her, concerned that I had suffered some mental health crisis. He was freaking out. My gf knows me well and immediately suggested to my bro that I wouldn’t get facial ink. I called him back and laughed at him. He was not amused.
ETA: Helping a friend move.
We had a box truck and since he had some errands to do, he left the patio door unlocked for us.
We loaded up his living room furniture and closed the truck door. We sat on his patio having a few beers.
When he arrived, we asked where his couch, love seat, etc. were. We feigned ignorance, having (ahem) just arrived a few minutes earlier.
He was ready to call the police when we let him in on our secret.
One year right after Christmas back in high school, we called the local newspaper and put an ad in the classifieds that said: “Don’t throw your Christmas tree away. I’ll buy it!” And gave a friend’s phone number. It was pure chance that we called the ad in on a Friday, meaning it ran all weekend before their offices reopened on Monday to cancel it. The lady who took our ad said she was dying with curiosity about what we were going to do with all those trees, and thinking fast I said: “Uh, I, uh, I’m going to resell them for firewood.” “Oh! That’s a great idea! I never would have thought of that.” We called the friend’s house ourselves posing as someone with a tree to sell, and his mother said there must have been some sort of mix-up at the paper and that their phone had been ringing nonstop all weekend. The friend kept absolutely silent about it at school the next week, waiting to see who would break and mention it. We never did, and he never brought it up. So, Steve, if you’re out there somewhere reading this right now, it was me and Robert (you know Robert who).
Apologies if this doesn’t qualify as a “practical” joke, but here goes:
I went with my wife to San Antonio for a conference. The hotel has no 13th floor (11, 12, 14, 15). We were given a room on the 15th floor–far away from everybody, ergo, quiet. Took the bags up and went to return the cart to the lobby. A couple gets on the elevator right behind me and the wife punches “L” and I immediately ask, “Oh, Thirteen, please?” She scans and scans and then bellows, “HEY!” and the husband and I lose it. They were good sports.
