I was at a friend’s bar New Year’s Eve 2000. There were people who seriously worried planes would fall from the sky, the banks would collapse, etc.
As countdown approached, I told the owner of the bar (a friend) that the power might shut off at midnight. He told me that he thought that was all bullshit. I agreed, but pointed out that the circuit breakers were his to mess with.
5..4..3..2..1…the lights all go out. A few people screamed, one woman began sobbing.
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In college, I wove duct tape, sticky side facing into the doorway, across a fraternity brother’s doorway (the door opened inward, as well). I then beat on the wall and started yelling frantically for him to come out. Door flies open, he bolts out without looking, getting wrapped in the duct tape.
Another time, I waited for a brother to go to sleep, then filled a water balloon up, hanged it over his head, then poked a pinhole in the bottom of it. It was half empty before he woke up, realizing it wasn’t just a dream that he was getting dripped on.
When my Brother lived out of state we had learned of a company he was trying to get a job at. My sister had a friend call him and say the company conducted their interviews via phone to save time and expense. 2 days after the lengthy phone “interview” he got another call saying he was hired and to start Monday.
I would pay dearly for a video of the day he showed up to his new job and insisted he worked there.
Serves him right for how he tormented our sister when we were kids!
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This one is just plain old:**
Right around the time we needed to renew some state licenses for a business we owned at the time I left a note for my wife that she got a call from the Department of Administration and needed to call Mr. Behr or Mr. Lyon ASAP. The person on the other end did in fact answer “Administration, how may I help you”. Imagine their amusement when my wife told the administration secretary of the zoo that she needed to talk to Mr. Bear or Mr. Lion right away!
And yes, it was April 1st.
ROTFLMAO! A splendid variation on the siphoning gas out of the tank for a while, then later adding gas to the tank, to totally screw with someone’s MPG calculations.
During my sophomore year of college, I lived in one of those set ups where it’s three bedrooms of two guys each with a common living room and bathroom. That year we had an obsession with stealing road cones. By the mid-point of the year we had around 80 and no good use for them. So it became a pretty common prank to pop the lock when someone was in the shower, turn the light out, and fill the room with the cones. This made it quite a struggle to reach the light or door and kept us entertained for a while.
So one day we do the whole lights out, cones in thing to one of our roommates and take his towel. As it was an almost expected occurrence at this point, he finished his shower in the dark and when done and able to get the lights on saw his towel was gone. He opened the bathroom door to be face-to-face with a sign that said, “Towel This Was ------>”. The arrow pointed straight to the open door of our “suite” into the main dorm hallway. For reasons that still aren’t clear, he believed and followed the sign and went out the door. We sprang from our hiding places and slammed/locked the door behind him.
Coincidentally, it was parents’ weekend so several went by to see where their children lived. The best part? He still believed we wouldn’t be so cruel as to lock him out naked and without a towel. So it had to be by the building’s front door or wherever and he’d ask them all if they’d seen his towel.
This was too mean as it caused some damage.
While at Ft. Sill on active duty we had a guy that every single day, he left by spinning donuts in the gravel parking lot. he drove an older car, I’m not sure what kind.
We waxed his bench seat.
When he left that day he came flying out of his passenger door during his spin. He got gravelled and bruised and his car ran into the side of a building.
Yeah, we got in a bit of trouble.
My 2 sons went through that “at each others throats” phase that many brothers go through.
My oldest drew a mustache & beard on his brother with an indelible black marker while he slept. He had to wear it to school for several days before it wore off.
Revenge came in the form of waking up one day with red nail polish on several fingers on a school day. And no polish remover in the house!:eek:
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This really wasn’t a practical joke at all, but it was quite amusing.
I was invited to a Halloween party one year, and there was a prize for best costume. I got some white makeup to put all over my face, then black crayon to emphasize the lines in my face – basically aging myself by decades. Then I put on a black robe, fake grey beard, pointy hat, and a sword. I was essentially Gandalf the Black.
I was rather proud of my costume, so I entered my roommate’s room to show him. Before I could explain, he got this terrified look on his face and backed up, tripping over his bed and falling on the floor. He was pretty shaken up!
After I explained, he gave me some pointers, as he was an acting student. We re-did my makeup, and he showed me some better “old man” posture.
I had a bunch of friends come over that night, and they arrived one by one. Each time, my roommate would say that I wasn’t home, but they could go wait in my room. My darkened room. Where I would “greet” them.
“Rolled houses” as in broke in and stole stuff?
Hmmmm… Not so much a stunt as an actual crime. Which you then pinned on someone else - another crime.
You’re a regular laff-riot!
Think he means TP’ed houses… Toilet paper rolls…
This one is kinda lame, but I’ll play anyway:
In college, my BF and I spent half the summer (it was summer school) leaving romantic “secret admirer” notes on the door of the guy who lived across the hall from him. He’d even stop and ask us if we’d seen the person who left him the notes, but we always played like we hadn’t noticed anyone.
One night the guy went out and got hammered and got in really late. The next morning, my BF and I were up fairly early and for some reason, we realized that most of us on that floor were hoarding empty cans (beer and soda) for some reason. I don’t know why we didn’t throw them all away, but we all had several empty cans in our rooms. So BF and I went door-to-door collecting people’s empty cans.
We took them all down the hall and stacked them, floor to ceiling, in front of this guy’s door. When they got tall enough so the tower (for that column) started to wobble, we duct-taped a newspaper over it to hold the cans against the door. When we finally got the entire door masked by empty cans, we called him.
He opened the door and a couple hundred empty aluminum cans went crashing into his room on those hard concrete tiles. Turns out that a couple hundred empty aluminum cans crashing to concrete tile is really loud. Even though my friend’s head was pounding from his hangover, he still forgave us because we also left a note explaining who his secret admirer was.
There was a kid that use to pick on me in High School. One day in the cafeteria I sipped a small amount of chocolate milk in a straw I dipped in icing that was on a brownie I had handy, and put my finger on it so the milk wouldn’t poor out of it. Right before he sat in his seat I smeared the chocolate icing and lifted my finger to release the chocolate milk. He didn’t notice and sat on it… and it really looked like a shit stain. I actually went and did the same thing to his gym shorts so he couldn’t change. I didn’t see him the rest of the day.
On April Fool’s Day some years back, I moved my stepson’s clock forward by a half hour. I also moved the alarm forward by a half hour, so it would go off at the same time, but it would look like he was waking up a half hour later. Result: alarm goes off, he thinks he’s overslept and starts racing around like a maniac trying to get ready for school, and wife and stepdaughter, who are not in on the joke, wondering what the heck is going on. It took him a good five to ten minutes to realize what was happening.
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Back in college my friend was complaining about the transmission in her LeBaron convertible. So I made a DOC with the Chrysler logo in the upper corner, her VIN number and name, and composed a professional letter telling her that several makes and models of her LeBaron were being recalled due to transmission problems. Then I listed about ten dealerships close to her address where she could take her car in and bring the letter to get her transmission replaced for free. Inserted the same logo on the Mail Merge envelope, added the barcode to make it all business-y, and sent it to her.
It was dated April 1st, and the executive in charge of recalls or whatever was an anagram of her own name.
Needless to say when she told me about it I shared her excitement and offered to follow her so she could get a ride home.
The look on the mechanics’ faces as they looked at each other and passed it back and forth, followed by their gently delivering the bad news to her while trying to keep a straight face, followed by her immediately whipping around at swearing at me, is something I will always treasure. 
We did a classic one in college that workd in any dorm-like place where the doors open inwards; tie two (or more) doorknobs together tightly while the occupants are in the rooms. Duct tape also works well.
I also heard about a wedding once where during the Best Man speech he said something along the lines of “Now that she’s married, all of you that have a key to [the bride]'s apartment need to return it” and they had handed out a bunch of blank keys to all the guys earlier. The bride was quite emberassed when they all drop one in front of her on the table. I think even the groom’s dad had one. I’m saving that one for a friend’s wedding.
I did a similar joke to a friend once, when I was about 18 or 19. He and several other friends were over and he had parked along the curb in front of my car and another friend later came and parked in front of him. We later colluded to move our cars so that each of ours would be just a few inches from his. Later, as he was ready to leave he came in and asked my friend to move his car and we managed to go out and act amazed that he’d managed to park in such a tight spot and what a great job he did. We then laughed our asses off as he spent the next 20 minutes or so working his way out of the space.
Around the same time, same friend, he had established a reputation for being into large women, so we made a trip to the local porn store, bought a DVD that I believe was called “Bigger, Fatter, Uglier” that had some thoroughly repulsive images on the cover, opened it up and put it on the back seat of his car. He apparently got quite the tongue lashing a day or two later when his mom found the DVD.
Thanks for that mental image. 
I have never heard the word “roll” used to mean “breaking in and stealing stuff.”
However, Dictionary.com lists “to steal” as definition 38, so ignorance fought.
Yes, as the poster above mentioned, “rolling”, in the sense that I meant the word, was to throw rolls of toilet-paper on trees.