Forking (or spooning) someone’s lawn is usually done under cover of darkness. The “forkers”, armed with packs of plastic dinner forks, descend on the “forkee’s” house and. . . jab the forks into his or her lawn. That’s pretty much it.
Technique varies: some people fork and run, others take their time and make nifty patterns or messages. The effect is kind of surreal. . . imagine waking up and looking out your window to see hundreds of little white plastic forks stuck in your lawn. . .
– Sylence
I don’t have an evil side. Just a really, really apathetic one.
And extreme satisfaction is taken when, the next time you see them, they tell you (as Chris’ little brother Dave told us), “When I went to mow the lawn, I got them all… except one.” Classic!
Don’t know if this counts as a prank, but it was still pretty funny…
I was going to The Ohio State University part time and working in the afternoons. My friend (we’ll call him John…thats his name), was taking Math 150 in the mornings. Several weeks into the quarter, John calls me at work to tell me this story: He was sitting near the back of the room during a Math lecture. Halfway through class, a fellow walks into the front of the room looking rather lost. John recognized him from high school. After several minutes of the guy just standing there, looking around, the prof finally yells, “EXCUSE ME! Can I help you?!”. The kid says, “Uhhhh…um, is this math 102?” to which the prof replies, “No! Its down the hall!”. As the kid turns to leave, he spots John sitting near the back of the room, points at him and says, “Hey John! Whats up?!!”. John turned red and tried to hide his head as the entire room turned to look at him.
Well, the very next day, I skipped class and found Johns math lecture. I waited outside the room for about 20 minutes before bursting into the front of the lecture hall looking rather lost. After the prof yelled at me and I asked where math 102 was, I turned to leave, pointed at John and yelled, “Hey John! Whats up?!!”
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'Nuther time I replaced John’s X-windows wallpaper with a rather vile porn pic. He had to get the lab supervisor to remove it.
Just remembered two more, both pulled on my dad, one by me and one by my brother:
[ul][li]My dad used to drink Hamm’s beer. One day at a Hallmark store I saw an empty Hamm’s can with melted plastic stuck to it so that it looked like a spilled can of beer when on the side. (It had bubbles and all in the plastic.)[/li]
I waited until my dad fell asleep watching sports. I put his unfinished beer (which was on a little side table) in the fridge, then put the prank can in it’s place, with the “beer” looking like it was flowing towards some National Geographics. Then I sat on the couch and waited.
He awoke about 5 minutes later and casually moved his hand towards his beer. Not feeling it, he leaned over the arm to look. He sprang up yelling, grabbed the can, and was about to wipe the spill off the table with his arm to protect the magazines. But lo and behold, there wasn’t a drop on the table. He looked confused, then looked at the can with the attached beer. I burst so hard into laughter. Happily, so did he.
[li]My dad belongs to an Elk’s Lodge which has a small restaurant. On Saturday’s they serve awesome burgers.[/li]
My half-brother came to town on a visit. We went down to the Elk’s for burgers. After we got seated, my brother excused himself. He went down to the kitchen and found our waiter and the cook and asked if they’d help pull a prank on Gene. They said sure. My brother gave them a rubber burger patty to place in my dad’s sandwich.
When our meals arrived, my dad set to work preparing it, not noticing the imposter meat. After he’d fixed it up, he picked it up and took a big bite. Well, he only pulled off bun and condiments. Thinking he’d just missed or bitten poorly, he takes another bite! He finally realizes his problem, and we can finally laugh. Once again, he laughs too.[/ul]
My dad! What a great sport!
Wrong thinking is punished, right thinking is just as swiftly rewarded. You’ll find it an effective combination.
I picked up a white china dinner plate and pretended I was going to throw it frisbee-style at a friend of mine. Oh, haw haw, big joke. He glanced away for a microsecond. I quickly picked up a white plastic lid and FLUNG it at him. I’m so evil.
I worked with a guy in a dimly lit room who chewed, and used a soda can as a spittoon. One time I went to the bathroom, and upon my return, he had laid a fleck of chew on top of my can.
I absolutely did not trust him! So I had to throw away a freshly opened soda.
When he had to take a break, I placed a piece of clear tape over the opening in his spit can. The next time he went to use it, it went everywhere! Including all over his board, and light blue uniform shirt.
Revenge was mine!
VB
Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil, and cruel. True, and they have many other fine qualities as well.
Once we taped our senior controller to his chair while he was on the phone to the Wing Commander. He couldn’t do or say a thing! After the conversation was over, he couldn’t move, not even to pull the phone from his ear.
VB
Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil, and cruel. True, and they have many other fine qualities as well.
