I wish I had the time to post mine now, but I don’t. So, I plan on coming back later to add to this thread. In the mean time, what are some funny and amusing pranks that you have pulled or assisted in pulling?
“If we submit everything to reason, our religion will have no mysterious or supernatural element. If we offend the principles of reason, our religion will be absurd and ridiculous.” Blaise Pascal
I was having an “I got you last” contest with a woman I worked with. The standard prank was to slightly pull the cord from the telephone handset and then call her. When she picked up the handset, the cord would fall off.
One day I stretched some rubber bands across the trough in her desk drawer. I made a “paddle” and put that in the middle. Then I filled the center section of the trough with confetti, wound up the paddle/rubber band device, and closed the drawer. Then I disconnected her phone.
I called her when she came back from lunch. Of course, she found the phone-prank immediately. “Ha ha ha,” she said, “You’ll have to try something else!” I said, “Yeah, I guess I will,” and we hung up.
Then she opened the drawer. Confetti flew out, she screamed, and it was great. Very satisfying. 
Oh, and I short-sheeted my dad’s bed once.
“I must leave this planet, if only for an hour.” – Antoine de St. Exupéry
Are you a turtle?
One April Fools day, my brother phoned me at midnight to inform me that the business trip we had together would leave 3 days early. Or in exactly 7 hours. I frantically did laundry and packed and was ready at 6:30 am when he called with the message… “April Fool - we don’t leave until Friday”
The next year… revenge was mine.
I ordered a dozen roses and sent them to his home. I anonymously addressed the card to him with the message thanking him for “last night.”
Naturally, his wife gave him the third degree over this for hours. (She was in on the joke the whole time - what an actress!)
He ended up storming down to the flower shop and demanding that they reveal to him the sender of the flowers. Once he learned that his wife was in on it the whole time, he calmed down.
The April Fools day jokes ended after that.
Jeez, so many…
Wrong thinking is punished, right thinking is just as swiftly rewarded. You’ll find it an effective combination.
i’m pulling one right now…hehe
My all-time best, from when I was in college:
One year, in February, a friend of mine named Clint decided that he’d throw a surprise birthday party for Kevin, a mutual friend, in April. He started drawing up elaborate plans, creating maps of where people should park so as not to alert him, getting Kevin’s girlfriend to pretend to be going out of town, and so forth. He was so proud of himself…thought he was Mister Sneaky. So, I decided to take him down a peg.
Clint was a very anal-retentive person. He was a total neat freak. Example: he had drinking glasses with the school logo on them. If you turned a glass so that the logo was no longer facing directly forward, he’d just HAVE to turn it back. So, my friend Stefanie and I figured we’d hit him where it hurts.
Working with Kevin, but not letting him know about his surprise party, we worked out a plan. We played Kevin and Clint perfectly: each knew of the surprise the other was getting. hehehe…
The day for the party arrived. I drove Kevin to the restaurant for his surprise party. Just after we left, Stefanie, who worked in the dorm office, gave Clint’s spare key to my crew, a band of about 8 people.
They proceeded to reverse Clint’s entire room, right to left, making it a mirror image of what it once was. His bed, television, refrigerator, phone, books, drawers, and even the posters on his walls all moved from one side of the room to the other. The only thing they didn’t have time for was the towel bars, which would have required unbolting from the wall. In less than an hour, they flipped his whole world, left to right.
Meanwhile, Kevin, myself, and the unsuspecting Clint were having a ball at Gardski’s. The party lasted a little less than two hours. Then, we headed back to the dorm.
Kevin came up to my room, two doors down from Clint’s room, so that he could see what happened. We watched Clint unlock his door and enter his room.
There was a pause. Then we heard his keys hit the floor. Then we heard, “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
Kevin and I stumbled into the room, falling over ourselves laughing. Clint stood, wide-eyed, in the middle of his room, looking around in amazement, hollering, “WHO DID THIS?!” I managed to say, “Clint…” when he pointed at me: “YOU!!!”
It took two days before he figured out how I’d done it. I’d been with him, after all; I wouldn’t have had time to do it.
He tried to put his room back in order that night, but there was just too much. So, he resigned himself to living with it until school was out in May. For the rest of the semester, whenever he opened a drawer, he’d go, “Dammit!” and walk to the other side of the room.
Ah, that was a great gag…
Oh, that’s classic! 
My group of friends and I used to “abuse” each other the summer after we graduated high school. It started when I found several rolls of old, cloth ribbon in my mother’s attic, and she said we could take it, so (and the reasons are obscured now) we went over to Chris’ and tied his car up in a big bow. Well, then Chris had some ribbon, so he came over someone else’s house and tied their house up in a big bow.
Needless to say, it was all downhill from there. Our nightly routine was to get together after work, rent a movie, order a pizza, and then drive over to the home of whoever didn’t show up and do all kinds of harmless but evil things to their home - fork the lawn, hang their bike in a tree, ribbon the house, move the lawn furniture onto the roof - all while they were home.
God knows why we grew out of it. We even had 7 volumes of music to play along with.
Esprix
I mentioned this before, but there was the time when I was 17 and my parents were out of town, and I had a party. One guy passed out, and his eyebrows got Naired.
I never realized how long it takes eyebrows to grow back.
This is getting hard. Somebody relieve me. (A Wallian exclamation)
Now you guys are treading on my turf. Pranks is my middle name. Naturally, with a name like that, I had to get revenge on my Mom and Dad for chosing it, so they have been the brunt of many jokes. HEHEHE.
When I was about 15, I wired my mom’s toilet seat so that when she sat down, a 110 db siren went off. She went upstairs, 30 seconds later, WOOWOOWOOWOOWOO----“ARGGGH!”.
I also spread a thin film of Vasalene on the seat. She slid into the shower in the middle of the night. My dad was a victem of the Saran Wrap over the toilet bowl gag, and once I replaced all the sugar in the sugar bowl with salt. He enjoys iced tea with two heaping teaspoons of sugar. This was not what he was hoping for. Strangely enough, they don’t call much. I wonder why?
Also, you can get the number of someone at the local zoo. Not the main number with the machine, but a number that a person actually answers. Call your prankee when he or she is out, and leave the message that you would like a call back at the zoo number. Leave your name as Mr. Lyons. Nine times out of ten, they will call the number, hear " Hello, Baltimore Zoo “, and without thinking say " Can I speak to Mr Lyons?”. Gotcha!
Cecil said it. I believe it. That settles it.
Wow, next to these, mine are amateurish. But I’m sharing one anyway.
Sophomore year at college, I had a friend who was a minor Star Trek fan, and a very big Gates McFadden (Dr. Crusher) fan. Spril Fool’s Day I printed up a flyer on the computer advertising a seminar on “The Changing Role of Women in Television” on campus, with Gates McFadden and some non-Trek actress whose name I forget as featured speakers. To be held on April 31. Slipped it under her door, then went to wait. Sure enough, she calls my room screaming and starts reading it out loud to me. Then I hear her checking her calendar or datebook to let me know what day that is. Long pause. Death threat.
The greatest prank ever…
Super glue ** and ** plastic wrap on my uncle’s toilet. Add a little Ex-Lax, and you have a masterpiece. It was cool, he was pissed for the next week, but OH YEAH, he respected me!
Where’s my side of FUN!?
Kisses!
Ophy
The best pranks I remember were when I was a kid, against dear Dad. My sisters and I (and often mom) were evil, and dear Dad was such a good sport.
One wicked one was when we went grocery shopping with dad. One sister went to the parking lot (while the rest of us were inside) and moved dad’s car to the other side of the parking lot. When we all leave the store to load the groceries into the car, Dad couldn’t find it. Dad started to get hysterical, his voice getting higher and higher, saying “Our car has been stolen!!!” At that point sis had mercy on him and started giggling.
The favorite one was when one of the sisters was going through this cooking experiment phase. She found a recipe for “Chocolate Pretzels”, but something went wrong. They looked like piles of cat poo. Brown, gently shaped - just identical in appearance to cat feces. Tasted good, though. Sister came up with a wicked idea - we had cats, who were sometimes naughty and forgot to use the dirt box.
So, she placed one of these cat-poo shaped chocolate pretzel on a clean newspaper. Even moistened the area below the “poo”, to make it look like the poo had been there for a while and had soaked into the paper a bit. It looked for all the world like some naughty kitty had crapped on a random sheet of newspaper.
Dad comes home. Takes him a few minutes, he finds the “cat shit”. He calls the family in, indiginant, pointing to the “poo”, with the look of “See what those damn cats have done now?” We all look at the “poo” with dismay. Sis bends down, looking like she is going to clean up the mess. But instead she just picks up the “poo” and takes a big bite out of it. The look on Dad’s face was priceless.
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Classic! reminds me of one I pulled one time when flying to California. We, my friend and I, flew both ways on the same carrier. On the way out, we took a barf bag. Before boarding the plane to go home, we filled it with a can of Dinty Moore beef stew. After the in flight meal, my friend ( by the window ) pretended to barf into the bag. The stewardess came to the aisle and asked me to pass the bag to her when he was done. I took the bag, started to hand it over, then looked inside and said,“Wait, that still looks good.” I took out a beef cube and ate it. The stewardess fainted!
Cecil said it. I believe it. That settles it.
I believe it’s now time for me to “fess up” to some of the things that I’ve pulled over my brief 22-year life.
Aside from the amateur pranks I pulled on my mother while I was in high school (hiding in the coat closet, under her bed, etc) my best and most memorable have come now that I’m free from her reigns, for the most part.
My freshman year in college I pulled a great one with the help of a few friends of mine. We had just left a Christmas party at our campus minister’s house when we decided to just cruise around looking at the Christmas lights on the other homes in the neighborhoods around school. Anyway, we end up lost out in the boonies near the Ohio River negotiating flooded roads, complaining about being lost, etc.
On one of the roads that we were on, we passed a driveway which had at its end, in all its glory, a toilet waiting on the garbage collector. Jokingly, I mentioned that we should stop and pick it up. My friend driving did, in fact, stop the car and asked Shawn and I to put it in her trunk.
To make a long story a little shorter, we decided to dispose of the toilet on campus somewhere. At the University of Southern Indiana, between our University Center, Science Center, and Orr Center is an area where three major sidewalks converge. Just off towards the University Center from this junction is a little stone-block monument with some Shakespearean words. It just so happens that the color of the toilet we had was the same color as the stone in the monument. So, Shawn and I placed our throne on the back block of the monument. There it stayed for a day and a half.
I’ve since spoken to the Physical Plant employee who removed the toilet. He told me that it’s one of the best pranks anyone has pulled here at school. I was proud. I almost teared up.
“If we submit everything to reason, our religion will have no mysterious or supernatural element. If we offend the principles of reason, our religion will be absurd and ridiculous.” Blaise Pascal
Another great prank that myself and two friends pulled two years later rivals this one, I believe.
For what ever reason, I decided I was bored one night and recruited two of my best friends to accompany me to our campus minister’s house to fork their yard.
Now, this in itself isn’t a huge deal. Forking gets done time and time again to people through out the country. At least it should, anyway.
The best part of this prank was the few dozen limerick-style e-mails I sent him using a specially created hotmail account. In them I explained that there were three of us, yes, we forked your yard, yadda yadda yadda. They all rhymed…the whole bit.
We even went so far as to go back a week later and spoon their yard. Again…followed with e-mails in rhyming limerick fashion. By this time, our dear minister, Mike, had begun to ask several people at school if they had ever heard of this person whom I had made up for the e-mail account. Of course, no one had any idea. I was even asked to my face if I knew anything about it. I hated to outright lie to my campus minister…but I couldn’t let the cat out of the bag just yet.
What really really complicated things with the spooning episode is that my friends’ SOs had coerced their way into being included. They threatened to withhold hand holding and kisses from their boyfriends AND to tell Mike who was doing all this if they weren’t included in the spooning. They didn’t have any will power, so the women were included.
We finally let Mike and his wife, Jamie, in on the thing at our fellowship banquet that April…a month after this all started. There, on the stage in front of most of our fellowship and their parents, we presented them with a few plastic knives to complete their plastic-flatware set.
It was beautiful. Mike had to choke back a tear from laughing so hard.
I need to think of more things to do with my time.
I’ve done this, try it! If you have a neighbor who is a real idiot, write something on his lawn, like “DICK” or “ASSHOLE”, you pick the invective. The twist is this: Write it with fertilizer. if he is like everyone else, he will use the hose to spray it off the next day. This will cause the grass to grow longer and greener all season long, and the word will be visible the whole time.
Cecil said it. I believe it. That settles it.
ROFLMAO!!! Classic!! So many good ones!! Well, they put my puny efforts to shame. But, I do have some of my hubby’s to relate from his Air Force days.
One of the Generals that had an office in the same bldg as my hubby, was quite the perfectionist, and always complained if everything wasn’t ‘just so’. So, one day, my hubby and 3 other guys decided to show him up. When the Gen.left for a long meeting across Ft. Sam Houston, they went into action. They reversed his desk, and switched all of the drawers around, and made sure to put everything, absolutely everything on top of his desk back in the same place it had been on, so when he came back and sat down, he didn’t realize anything was wrong. They all hung around outside his office for almost 30 minutes before the Gen. needed to get something from a drawer. It wasn’t until then that he realized that the desk had been moved around. They laughed at the look on his face for weeks afterwards!
Another time, one of the guys in his office was going to be gone for a week on TDY,(temporary duty) and was very EMPHATIC that absolutely NOTHING be moved from his file cabinet. NOTHING.
Of course, the very next day, my hubby and the others got several huge rolls of clear packing tape, taped up the file cabinet so much it looked like a mummy, and then proceeded to shake it, roll it around on the floor, and turned it upside down a few times. When the guy came back and asked if anyone had been in his file cabinet, everyone truthfully said of course not. Then he went over to it, and saw all of the tape, still stuck all over it. After spending an hour or so cutting the tape off, he opened the drawers and found everything all in a jumbled mess.
He never again said that to them.
You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.
That’s my name, not a description. I am neither purple nor a bear. Okay, so I’m purple.<a true Wally original!>
I guess I lead a sheltered life but what is forking and spooning?
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– Sylence
I don’t have an evil side. Just a really, really apathetic one.
Forking a yard is where you take a bunch of forks and stick them all over the yard…so it will be an annoyance when they have to mow.
Spooing is the same principle, but with, you guessed it, spoons.
Plastic picnic flatware are the best. They’re only a buck for 50 of em or so.