Silly Pranks You've Pulled

In My Humble Opinion
1

I don’t know if “prank” is the right word to describe what I’m talking about, since it didn’t really start out as a prank on my part, and the way it all turned out was certainly not how I could have predicted or planned, but it wound up being damned funny.

Back in the summer of '88, my friend John and I moved in to an apartment with his friends Dave and Greg. It wasn’t a bad apartment, as far as first college apartments go. Dave had been living there for a while, and John and I moved in when Dave’s roommates moved out. The living room of the apartment had sliding glass door which led out to the parking lot, and there was a light on a pole near our apartment, and at night, this light flooded the living room,even when the curtains were drawn (this is somewhat important later on).

At some point during the summer, John or I bought a small bottle of glow in the dark paint, and since the walls of the apartment were white, we amused ourselves by painting various mystical symbols on the walls (the glow in the dark paint didn’t show up on the walls when dry). He and I did this when our other roommates weren’t in. John and I thought that it’d be cool as hell at night to see the symbols glowing on the walls. We didn’t mention it to our other roommates, since we figured they’d get bent out of shape about it (not realizing that the paint was water soluable, so it would come off easily).

Much to our dissappointment, the pole light was so bright at night, that you couldn’t see the symbols glowing. (One other thing I should mention is that Dave had a black velvet painting of a Mexican on a burro on the wall opposite the couch. I touched up all the white areas on the painting with the glow in the dark paint.) Still, John and I had fun doing it, and we forgot about it as things soured between us and the others. Eventually, John and I moved out to another place, and Dave and Greg found a couple of roommates to replace us.

About a month or so after John and I had moved out, John got a call from a friend of his, who’d been over at Dave and Greg’s apartment the night before. They’d had a small party, which presumably went well until a nasty storm blew up. This kind of unsettled everyone and they sat in the living room, watching the storm wreak havoc outside. At one point during the storm, Greg gets up, walks over to the sliding glass door, and stares out at the rain. Right after a big flash of lightning, Greg spun around and said, “You know, this is no ordinary storm.”

Immediately after he said that, there was another flash of lightning and the power went out. The apartment was pitch black except for the light coming from the storm. Everyone was pretty unnerved by that, then they discovered John and mine’s artwork all over the walls and on the painting. Evidently, the guests all felt a compelling urge to leave at that moment. :smiley:

Now, John and I never told anyone about what we had done to the walls, and there’s certainly no way that Greg could have predicted that the power was going to go out at that moment, but it all worked out perfectly as far as John and I were concerned, since it so creeped out some of Dave and Greg’s friends that they refused to go back to the place. :smiley:

2

That is frickin’ awesome.

I, uh, taped the ball on my cubemate’s mouse on April Fools Day. Not really the same, but I thought I should contribute. :smiley:

3

I did something similar but it was lame and after reading this it seems even more lame.

I sprayed the ground with a water proof seal and wrote the words “NOT SAFE” so that when it rained it said “NOT SAFE” on the sidewalk outside of my house.
I did it but don’t even know what the point of that was but I was only 12 or so at the time.
Anyway great “prank” I got to get some glow in the dark paint too.

4

I can’t resist moving bookmarks back one chapter.

5

Here’s one that can potentially ruin a computer if he panics.
Make sure the mouse’s pointer is off screen.
Print screen his desktop.
Open MsPaint and paste the image.
Save and make this image your new background.
Close and right click on the desktop.
Hide icons.
Right click on taskbar.
Open properties and hide the taskbar.

Now the fun begins as he finds all his icons frozen!! :rolleyes:

6

I’ve never done this, but you can set the mouse speed really slow in some config option in Windows.

Also, I’d like to get some of that paint that only shows up glow-in-the-dark. And paint the Mark of Samael from Silent Hill all over some poor bastard’s room.

7

This is minor by comparison, but I used to play tricks on my mother when I was very young. For example, one day when she was busy upstairs, I unscrewed all the light bulbs in the downstairs just a tiny bit, so they wouldn’t light up when you turned them on. They I sat quietly watching when she discovered they wouldn’t work, changed the fuses, checked the sockets, etc., until she realized what the problem was (and quickly discerned how that came about and who was responsible).

8

I was infamous inthe Army for pulling harmless pranks.

My HQ had these name plates on every door; “COL. NAMEY NAME” on the CO’s office, “MENS” on the shitter, “CLASSROOM 1,” “MAP ROOM,” etc. etc., as if we would forget where everything was every time we went home. The plates would come right off for easy replacement; they were mounted into a plastic bracket. So when everyone else was occupied, I’d walk around with a garbage bag, plucking every single one off I could, jumbling them up, and putting them back in the wrong places.

What’s funny is that the sergeant major KNEW I was the only goofball who would do this, but he could never catch me. It drove him insane.

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Like a lot of people, my mother never cared much for insects, particularly the large kind. My brother and I once bought a big rubber cockroach at a joke shop, and got the bright idea of taping it to the wall in the dining room one night. Then we went into the other room to watch television. Soon we heard the familiar sound of Mom walking down the hall to the kitchen to make tea, as she did every night. What happened next sounded like this:

Footsteps, coming to sudden halt in living room.

MOM: …Oh my God!

Footsteps, moving to laundry, where bug spray was kept.

Sound of spray can being removed from shelf.

Footsteps, returning to living room.

Long pause. Then:

PSSSSSSHHHHHHH.

Pause.

PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHH.

PSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Pause.

Sound of spray can being shaken.

PPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

PPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Long, puzzled pause.

Sound of sandal being removed.

WHAM!

Pause.

WHAM!

WHAM!

Extremely long pause, as if someone were closely examining an object that had become unstuck from a wall by a combination of being drenched with bug killer and the savage blows of a shoe. Then:

MOM: Wh… YOU KIDS, GET IN HERE!!!

I love ya, Mom. :smiley:

10

I have a prank similar to Terrifel’s.

When I was a kid, my dad and I used to go out in the country to just mess around and look for deer antlers and stuff. One day we were driving out on some gravel road and he parked the truck so we could get out and walk around.

When he wasn’t looking, I put a rubber snake into a small depression in the road.

So I go up to my dad and tell him that there’s this giant snake in the road and would he catch it for me. I loved snakes and assorted other creepy crawlies as a kid.

What does my dad do? Does he catch the “snake” and we all have a good laugh at my prank?

NO! He whips out his pistol and shoots it! My poor poor rubber snakey. I guess in retrospect that made it even funnier. Actually, it was pretty hilarious at the time also. I love my dad.

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Mine is inadvertant, and it also involves glow-in-the-dark paint on walls, like the OPs.

I once painted, on my ex-boyfriend’s bedroom walls, a message in huge font, in glow-in-the-dark paint. On his cream-coloured wallpaper with cluttery flowery designs on it, it was, of course, completely undetected in the daytime. However, after I’d done it, in secret, I completely forgot about it. He never saw it, either, since by the time he turned out the lights, it was often the middle of the night, and he would simply roll over and go to sleep. The words were written near the ceiling on the side of the bed he didn’t normally face, above his dresser mirror. If he had just looked up a little bit, or had a restless night, he probably would have noticed it. I’m glad he didn’t, or this wouldn’t have worked out so well.

One night, he invited his friend Anthony over, and since I was made to sleep in the guest room (we were at his parent’s house at the time, and girls and boys must be seperated in their house, unless they were married), Anthony had to sleep with him in his room. Not wanting him to be too uncomfortable, he told Anthony he could sleep on the opposite side of the bed as him. At night, they turned out the lights and went to bed. They laid there, chatting a little bit, before drifting into silence, obviously about to try to sleep. Anthony suddenly spies the cryptic, glowing message above the mirror. He slowly reads it out loud: “I… I… love… you.”

When I opened my ex’s bedroom door the next morning, I wondered why the hell Anthony was sleeping on the floor. And died laughing upon hearing the explanation.

12

One day at work fellow co-worker claimed a female supervisor was watching him. A few days later he made the same claim. At lunch, I found a free web based email for lovers. I sent e-mails to each through our company email with hints that each thought the other was interesting and maybe they could get together at lunch in the future. The next week both gave each other very strange looks. That Friday she walked onto the airplane we were working on and called him off to the side. A minute later she walked off very quickly and he was laughing his ass off. Apparently she took the email seriously. The nice part was it kept a nosy supervisor out of our area for a while.

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I am hanging out at my friend J’s house, when our mutual friend Moose drives up in his brand new truck. We all go to the drive way to “Ohh” and “Ahh” over it. J askes how it rides and Moose says “take it for a spin”. So J is driving “around the block” and I’m riding shotgun. Moose awaits us at the house. We realize Moose has a tape player, but no cassettes. So we go to get him some, at Sam Goody’s, only thirty minutes away. We raid the sale casettes for the worst music possible. On the way home we stop and get a six pack.

Here’s where we got creative. We parked Moose’s truck just out of sight of the house, about 150 yards away. We pulled the tailgate off, a simple job requiring no tools. Then we hosed J in beer.
We both took one end of the tailgate and stumbled into J’s house, smelling like we bathed in beer(cause we did). Moose just sat on the couch as we placed his tailgate in his lap.

Much hilarity ensued.

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Well, I’m not a big guy, which helped in this twice repeated prank (mostly harmless). It also helps to have a friend you trust with your life.

Back in High School, a friend (friend A, scule) and I convinced a teacher to let us out of class five minutes early. We then proceded to another friend’s locker (friend B), which we had the combination for. We opened the locker, emptied it except for the victim’s brown bag lunch, and then I climbed in, holding said lunch.

Lunch bell rings, friend B goes to his locker, opens it, and out I step to offer him his lunch. Great facial expression.

Did it again two years later to friend C, who actually collapsed in the hallway from the shock.

Cruel, but so much fun.

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When I was a freshman in college, our dorm mother took a weekend off, leaving the hall proctors in charge of the dorm. Big mistake. As the lead hall proctor of the first floor, I conceived a fiendish scheme.

All the girls from the first floor went out and bought as many packages of Jell-O as we could afford. We picked the lock to the dorm mother’s suite and entered her bathroom, where we ran the tub full of steaming-hot water and poured all the powdered Jell-O in. The many different flavors, when mixed together, smelled rather good, but looked dreadful. The next morning the tub contained a greyish-brown, partially solidified goo. If you’ve seen the movie “The Blob,” you get the idea.

When the dorm mother returned to her suite, we expected shrieks and accusations, but she was a very cool old lady. She never said a word, which disappointed us so badly that we didn’t pull any more pranks on her.

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In our younger days, some of my (male) friends and I were taken with sticking up porno pictures on the outside of windows at the houses of other (male) friends. The pictures would be tacked up facing inwards and we’d do it at night. The idea was the guy would wake up in the morning and get a shock when drawing the curtains. Its a bit sick but mostly it was harmless because we only ever did it to people we knew would take it (and as we’d become known for this prank, you knew who’d done it).

One night we were at our friend J’s place. We watched a game of football, then we all left because J was going out with some other folks. Now J was a man prone to purchasing hardcore porno mags. He happily agreed to us raiding the library when we indicated we were hoping to go and perform the porno prank. After we left J’s place, we drove around for a while trying to think of somebody to porno. We couldn’t think of anyone who hadn’t been done already. Eventually, we decided to stick a few up at J’s place, thinking he’d get a laugh out of it when he got home. We went back to J’s and stuck a few pictures up. We stuck a massive centrefold on a pillar that had a security light ie when he walked towards the front door, the security light would come on and light up this huge fold-out picture. I think we stuck one on the front door. Then I climbed up on some ledges and stuck one right up high on the apex of the front part of the roof. These pictures all faced the road and would’ve been easily visible in the day from the street. I had the presence of mind to also stick one on the underside of the lid of the garbage bin, thinking he would see this when putting the pics in the bin.

Next day, came the story that J had come home at about 3am totally trashed, walked straight past the pictures without seeing them and gone in to bed. The next day was a Sunday. A number of neighbours and passers-by copped steaming eyefuls in the early morning while out walking their dogs. One of the neighbours called J’s parents who came over straight away. They apparently thumped on the door until an extremely hungover J emerged and copped a blast from his folks, then was forced to take the pics down while still in his pyjamas, including scaling the front of the house and waving a coathanger around to try and reach the picture on the front of the roof (I’m very tall and had to stretch right up to put the picture there and he is quite short). The crowning glory was J’s mother being the one to discover the picture inside the lid of the garbage bin when she went to put the pictures in it. I won’t tell you what was in that picture, but it was particularly foul. His mum still hasn’t fully forgiven us (especially me) for that and I probably can’t blame her. Hey, they were J’s mags.

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I can cut a sandwich in half so that it looks like it’s not cut at all. Ha! Beat that!

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I’ve got tons of these from college. In school I lived in the hardest partying dorm on campus. Basically an unofficial frat of the craziest mofos in school. We did some things that even to this day I probably shouldn’t talk about. (Two quick tame examples: we “borrowed” cable from the day room and split it off to about 4 dorm rooms. Then there was the time SADD put a car that had been in a drunk driving accident in front of the caf… 2AM we stripped it down to the bolts. I had a nice love seat - that was a former back seat.)

In this dorm we had a very strict straight laced RA on the second floor that was essentially the pooper to our party. A prank war was declared on this poor sucker. It wasn’t pretty. One time at roughly 3AM on a quiet Monday morning three of us crept down to his floor. Now you have to understand this was an old dorm with heavy wooden doors and about a quarter inch of space between the bottom of the door and the floor. Said RA was blissfully sleeping - not a care in the world. We had procured this set of black jack firecrackers…about 20 on a string with the fuses braided together. You can imagine what happens next. I can only begin to wonder what its like to go from dead asleep to standing straight up in your bunk screaming like a little girl in two seconds flat. Strangely the aforementioned RA didn’t come back to the dorm the following semester.
I miss college.

:smiley:

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I recomend nylon strings and candle light… its very hard to see those strings.

I was in a cup board and my brother under the bed… as soon as our cousin was near the room the paintings started to swing ever so slowly… and the candlestick start moving across the table slowly. The chair suddenly flipped… etc… there was nylon strings all over the place moving stuff.

She totally freaked out and was paralyzed with fear (she tends to freeze totally when she gets scared !) and mumbling !