What's the Best Prank You Pulled?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I used to work for military intelligence, and since being outsmarted by my dog I’ve begun to worry for the safety of our country. This reminded me of John Mahoney, who was an airman in my squadron and we called him ‘The Boy in the Bubble’

I don’t even know where to start with this kid. It wasn’t so much stupidity, but an absolute lack of common sense. This kid was so dense, he absorbed light. The most glaring example is the prank I played on him when he first arrived. We pulled a prank on every newbie fresh from tech school, and it was my turn to prank John. I got an old prescription bottle from when my wisdom teeth were pulled (all 4 at once! goddamn military dentists!) and filled it with yellow Skittles. The next day at work, when John saw me pop a pill, I explained it was to treat my narcolepsy. Later in the day, I would ‘fall asleep’ at various times mid-sentence. Everyone in my flight knew what I was doing so no one acted surprised when I would slump forward on the computer or start snoring when my supervisor was talking to me.

I couldn’t believe he bought it. After a while, it stopped being a prank and I kept it up cuz we wanted to see how long before he figured it out.

Two months later, John and I are the only two in the office, everyone else is at lunch. By this time, most of the squadron knows what I’m up to. I’m pretending to be asleep so I don’t have to converse with Mahoney. The CO walks in and Mahoney, being such a complete waste of vital organs, doesn’t call attention like you’re supposed to whenever an officer walks in the room. I’m pretending to be asleep when I hear the captain’s voice behind me, “Airman Mahoney, why is Airman Jones asleep?”

At this point I don’t know if I should ‘wake up’ and explain or try to keep the joke going, when Mahoney says, “Captain, don’t you know? He’s narcoleptic.” Mahoney then goes on to expalin that as long as I take my medication I’m usually all right. The captain cuts through the bullshit, tells me to sit up and wants to see my medication. I give him the bottle, the captain opens it, smiles, and starts to eat my Skittles. He asks how long has this been going on. When I say 2 months, the captain smiles even bigger and quickly leaves the room, saying only, “As you were then.” and returns my bottle of Skittles.

Mahoney was pissed at me for about 3 weeks after that. At least he didn’t try to talk to me to much.

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While working at an air force base, I had an “I got you last” contest with a coworker. The standard prank was to unclip the cord from the telephone handset, then call. When she picked up, the cord would drop off.

One day I stretched some rubber bands across the pen-trough in her desk. I made a “paddle” in the middle, then filled the middle section of the trough with confetti. I wound up the rubber bands and closed the desk.

Then I unclipped the handset cord.

I called my coworker when she returned from lunch. I heard her clip the cord back in and she said, “Ha ha ha! You’ll have to try something else!” I said I would, and hung up.

Then she opened her desk. RATATATATATATAT! Confetti started flying! She screamed, and must’ve jumped a meter in the air. I laughed and laughed.

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BratMan, GaWd that rocks!

I suppose one of my best pranks was when we filled a co-workers cubicle(a big cube), up with every piece of waste paper in our whole building.

When we were done filling the cube, after we taped the door closed with duct tape, we taped a huge tarp over the top and sealed it up all the way.

:smiley:

Man was he pissed…

-Sam

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Another one using confetti…

I took all the three hole punchers we had in the office and emptied the paper dots into a co-workers closed umbrella. When he went out in the rain that afternoon, he lifted the umbrella over his head, and opened it up dumping the confetti all over himself. I never laughed so hard in my life.

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I like that one! I’m gonna have to do that, and luckily, it’s raining today in St Louis . . .

:evil grin:

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This is one that was pulled on me and was very appropriate!! While living in residence in uni I was a bit, okay A HUGE, bitch about getting enough sleep. It just got to the point where my roommate got really annoyed. She got one of her friends’ boyfriends to call me up in the middle of the night and ask all these questions from a magazine, you know, the lamo quizzes in them. Anyway, it took about an hour of me half asleep answering these questions I thought were for a psych experiment before they gave in and let me in on it. It was kinda funny, and I learned to stop being such a bitch. I think you had to be there to see the humour though…

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This is one that was pulled on me and was very appropriate!! While living in residence in uni I was a bit, okay A HUGE, bitch about getting enough sleep. It just got to the point where my roommate got really annoyed. She got one of her friends’ boyfriends to call me up in the middle of the night and ask all these questions from a magazine, you know, the lamo quizzes in them. Anyway, it took about an hour of me half asleep answering these questions I thought were for a psych experiment before they gave in and let me in on it. It was kinda funny, and I learned to stop being such a bitch. I think you had to be there to see the humour though…

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You won’t tell anyone will you ?

When I was in college my dorm was directly across the street from another, exact dorm. Except, while we favored beer, women and chaos - the dorm across the street was known for black clothing, dyed hair and enjoying the same sex. A rivalry formed in no time. We seemed, strangely enough, to be the more creative. We bought a large slingshot and proceeded to accost anyone who came out of the opposing building with water balloons. Then there was the time we rubber cemented their front door - it took them and school janitors a good 3 hours to release them.

Then we got nasty. Picture this - August, two days prior to “freshman move in”. We went and bought out the local pharmacy’s supply of Vaseline. I believe it was about 60 or so containers of the substance. I and two others snuck in through an open window and using a squeege spread a very thin, very large layer of petrolium jelly over all three levels of stairs as well as the entire first floor. Then we wait . . .

The freshman moved in, or tried to. There were sadly several injuries - but at the end of the fiasco 14 students refused to live there. Shucks, too bad. It was, sickly, quite freakin funny.

That was long ago, I am older and less dangerous - but I have a great story to tell others. I would not ever do anything so ghastly now. :wink:

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This is kinda tame, but it’s still pretty funny. The summer before my senior year of high school, I went to this two month long residential art camp. There was this total bitch on my hall–complete spoiled drama queen prima donna (oddly enough, not an actress. She was there for dance). A friend of mine was her roommate, and we used to cover all her soap in clear nail polish so it wouldn’t lather. She never caught on, but it was funny to hear her screaming “What the fuck! My soap’s not lathering!” every morning until she smartened up and bought bath gel.

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I’ll take a shot at this but I will give you 2 choices. You tell me which is better.

1.) Living in the Dorms attending Summer School. The dorm was only about half full. A friend of ours went home for the weekend and did not have a roommate. We knew the combination for his door and went into his room and took EVERYTHING out of it and crammed it into the Janitor’s closet. I am talking dressers, bolsters, chairs etc. Everything! We left 1 mattress( No bed frame) and a note on fake University Housing Dept. letterhead stating that his tuition check had bounced and he could stay the night but needed to report to the Housing Office at 8 am. As luck would have it he rolled in extremely late(he lived 4 hours away). He walked into his room, found the note and took off for another dorm to use the only working Pay phone to call his Dad. Luckily one of our friends who was in on the joke was over there(scamming on the Spanish Foreign Exchange girls) and he saw Chuck run in with a rather petrified look and prevented the 2am call to home.

2.) My fiancee and a friend had been talking about going hunting. I informed her friend that she would need to pass Hunter’s Safety because of her age. At this point the light went on in my head and I went on to ask if she had Taken Fisherman’s Safety.(Which of course the answer was No) I let her off the hook before she could call to find out when and where she could take Fisherman’s Safety. I know I should have let her call but Fisherman’s Safety…I was crying I was laughing so hard. Anyway that is the setup for the next one. We are out fishing for Carp at a park in town with a large group of people. The game warden comes by to check licenses. All the guys whip the license out of their wallet and hand it to the DNR guy. Our friend has to go get hers out of her purse in the car(25 feet away). At this point we gain our accomplice. When she gives her license to the Warden he looks at it…flips it over and looks her straight in the eye and asks her for her Carp Stamp. The look of uncertain fear in her eyes was priceless as she stammered over her words. The Warden ended up giving it away shortly after but he had a great story for the boys when he got back to the station.

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I’ll need to interview one of you pranksters about your practical joke for a paper for my Folklore class this quarter. Any takers? E-mail me.

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I used to work for a place that required employees to wear picture ID badges. At the time, security was kinda lax, so everyone threw their badge in their desk at night and put it on the next morning.

One night, I left a little early and a couple technicians decided to play a joke on the young punk. They got my ID badge, pasted a picture of a big, throbbing, purple cock over my photo, and returned it to my desk.

When I came in the next morning, I didn’t notice the suble alteration, and just clipped the badge to my shirt. I walked around the whole morning with a picture of a big ManMember stuck to my chest.

The technicians, realizing I’d probably wear the thing a week without noticing, decided to up the ante. They called the HR secretary and told her that she’d better page me, because there was something wrong with my badge. Well, she paged me, I (unsuspecting) walked down, she took one look at Uncovered Manhood on my badge, and the poor woman had apoplexy on the spot. She pointed to my badge, I took one look at it, and I had apoplexy on the spot.

But the worst thing was the jokes I had to endure for the next week. “You musta had your eyes closed when they took that picture.” “Did you shave your head?” “Be careful rubbing your neck; I don’t want to clean up afterwards.” “Can we just call you peckerhead?” “Must be hard to wear glasses with no ears.” Etc.

Jerks.

It was funny, though.

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I had a former boss that was a real prick. When his boss was out this guy just had to take over and make damn sure you knew he was in charge. You know the type.

Anyway we were having our weekly staff meeting and this guy had to sit at the head of the table. I got in early and replaced the chair in his spot with an old one that was real rickety. I then placed another old chair that I cut 1 inch off the legs close by. Then I moved all the other spare chairs to the other end of the conference room. He sits down, realizes something is not quite right, and grabs the other chair. Then he sits in the just noticeably short chair. He wants to change this one real bad but by now he sees that it would be a real production to fetch another chair. So he goes through the meeting in his little chair.
With all us peons lording over him.

Another simple one is to chain together all the paper clips in someone’s dispenser so when they try to get one the whole chain comes out.

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This wasn’t me, but my dad, but I think it was pretty funny.

My father had a work colleague who bought a new Volkswagen bug (this was California, USA in the 1960s.) The other co-workers made fun of his mini-car so in revenge he started bragging about how economical his car was and how he never needed to go to the gas station. After two days of this the guys had enough so they formed a pool. Every other day someone would be in charge of adding a half gallon or a gallon to his gas tank (this is before the day of locked gas tanks.) After a few days the poor guy was looking a little worried and when he was asked “so how’s your gas mileage” he would say “Well it’s still pretty good” but you could tell that he was puzzled. After two weeks with the gas gauge still stuck on full he brought it to a garage where the mechanic asked him “are you sure no one is putting gas in your tank?” That’s when the light bulb turned on over his head.

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The cop at my high school had a golf cart that he drove around campus. One time we switched the battery cables so it went backwards i/o foward, etc.

Also, there was a girl that wanted to be in our little group (umm…hard to explain…think cynical, slightly morbid, geniuses in trenchcoats). She was the really annoying (and stupid, gullible, etc.) type. Once when she sat down with us at lunch (uninvited), we started telling her how we’d just got out of jail, how many people we’d killed, how many drugs we were on, our kinky sex adventures, etc. All total BS, of course (well, maybe not the sex ;)), but she believed it all, and quit bothering us.

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When our boss’ wife was 8 1/2 months pregnant, we dummied up an emergency email from the president telling him drop everything and take the next flight to London. We stopped him at the airport.

One of our managers saw his old assistant now working for a client, and stopped to talk with her. We stole the personalized letterhead from the client’s president and sent him a letter reprimanding him for sexual harrassment of an employee.

We transferred an employee’s hard drive into a different directory so everything was gone when he turned on his computer.

(I was working in a department store at the time) Our supervisor called, told us she had overslept and would be a little late. We went to the furniture department, got a bed and put it in her office.

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I had a boss that was actually a very cool woman only a few years my senior. One year she received a Christmas card from her brother at work that played Jingle Bells when it was opened far enough.

So, one day I had a friend call her from the lobby, pose as someone else, and have her come down to look at a report. I worked in the ofice next to hers and while she was down there I climbed on top of the filing cabinet, moved the ceiling tile, and put the opened card on the ceiling tile above her desk. When she returned, all she could hear was Jingle Bells playing repeatedly with no idea where it was coming from. The rest of us acted like we couldn’t hear anything and that it was all in her head. 2 days later, I removed the card. She never knew where it was coming from.

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Anyone that can beat the narcolepsy prank will have my eternal admiration. Excellent BratMan007.

One of the guys I used to work with was the perfect type to victimize. He was a pretty good guy, liked a good joke, could take it as well as he dished it out, and somehow it always seemed like he needed to be the brunt of a joke. He was such a womanizer that he was an easy mark.

While he was at lunch one day, I took one of the pink “You had a phone call” slips and filled it out to read “Becky called. Please call her back. 1-800-352-2437.”

Check the dial on your phone. “352-2437 is FLA-AIDS”. The Florida Aids hotline.

Anyway the guy calls and nothing registers when the receptionist answer the phone, “Florida Aids Hotline”. He moves right along and asks to speak with Becky. The receptionist replies that, “there’s noone here named Becky”.

Unconvinced, the guy says, “But I have a message to call Becky at this number”.

To which the woman (who obviously had a good sense of humor) responds, “Sir, this is the Florida Aids Hotline. I think someone is playing a joke on you.”

He knew immediately who had scammed him. But I made him wait for resolution. When he returned from lunch, I made sure to leave that part of the building for an hour or so. Upon my return, he came into the office and asked a couple of obtuse questions trying to lead me into a confession but I deflected his query by talking about the errands I’d run at lunch. He quizzed the entire office before I confessed.

Now here’s the punch line. Two months later, I pulled the exact same prank on him. I figured he’d get a chuckle out of seeing “Becky called. Please call her back. 1-800-352-2437”.

Nope. He’d forgotten all about it. As soon as he hung up my name reverberated throughout the office and hallways. When he got to my office I was laughing so hard I was doubled over.
Thanks to the OP for reminding me of this story. I’m laughing again now…
SouthernStyle

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I got one of these–> http://absurdgallery.com/cocksoup.html
and figured I would put it on my co-worker’s desk. I usually get in before him, so I figured, no problem! I wandered into his office, and found an inter-office mailing envolope from a friend of his who works in another location (they always joke around) I put the soupmix (you have to look at the webpage to understand the joke) in the envolope, and put the envolope on his chair (this was the usual place to find mail, as the desks were usually too messy). I went out on a call and got back after he arrived. He called his friend up and left a scathing message on his buddy’s voicemail. There was a lot of confusion, and then laughing at the joke!

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When I was in college, there was this girl in my journalism class who, while certainly not stupid, was VERY gullible.

Most of us in the class were also members of an English honor society called Sigma Tau Delta, and the teacher was our faculty sponsor, so she would often give announcements about the group, prefacing it by saying, "STD members…(blah blah blah.) After about the third time this happened, Becky said, “What’s this STD group I keep hearing about?” Without missing a beat, one of us said, “It’s a support group for students with sexually transmitted diseases.” Also without missing a beat, several of us chimed in to back him up. The poor girl was totally fooled and kept saying things like, “I think it’s so brave the way you all have come forward like this…” We finally let her off the hook about ten minutes later.

Another one we pulled on Gullibecky: I’d been talking about my plans to get colored contacts, and finally got around to getting them. As part of the promotion, I got a pair of clear ones too - and the clear ones I got that day, while the colored ones would be ready in another week or so. I showed up for journalism class and Becky said, “Where are your glasses?” I replied, “I got my colored contacts. I went with brown…don’t they look REAL?” She got real close and peered at my eyes; she could tell I had contacts in. She said, “Wow! What color are your eyes really?” Two people from across the room said, “His eyes are blue…didn’t you ever notice?” Heh heh.