What’s the funniest practical joke you ever played on someone or a group of people?
Skies the limit!!! Change names to protect the foolish if you have to. Would love a good laugh reading the replies.
I’ll tell you a good one me and my bro pulled on our friends after I read some replies.
ie. Scaring people.
sour gum.
Itching powder.
Snaps you throw on the floor and they pop.
Halloween pranks.
Anything and everything…you all get the jist. 
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OK, this one time I asked a bunch of strangers to tell me a story, and promised them I would tell one after they did.
Oh, and I got new shoes. They’re great.
Well, give me a couple of beers and sit back; I could turn this into a half-hour story.
But to condense: in my freshman year at college, a bunch of us went out to a local park with the intention of grabbing a duck and putting it into this guy’s room. Couldn’t catch a duck, but managed to grab a swan instead. Took it back to campus and put it into aforesaid victim’s room (via a 2nd story window).
Much hilarity ensued.
Until the Dorm Mother showed up.
Followed by the Dean of Students.
Followed by a Police Captain.
Seems the swan is a Federally-protected bird (at least, that’s what we were told.)
This after locking the wing advisor into his room for the weekend; and the dead cat; and me (yes, me) getting my head shaved while I was passed out; and…you get the idea. We were in SO much trouble!
Not to mention trying to explain said events to the person helping to underwrite your college learning (read: father).
Not to mention several weeks after that when some moron called in a bomb threat from a campus phone. Guess who the authorities came after first?
Man, I didn’t so much as JAYWALK for years…
Well I’ve done a couple of things to the same guy a few years ago.
The first thing I did was change his “Recycle Bin” name to “Monkey”. He could never change it back and neither could the computer guys.
Then I got a bunch of plastic forks and put them all over his cube. It was funny as hell. He never said anything to me about it, just gave me the forks back. I put up around around 100 or so, all over the place, on his computer, his chair, taped them to the walls, under posters, under his light table. I should go do it again.
I would love to write a book but fear of backlash (and possibly being arrested) prevents me it. I once reported a jerks car stolen when it wasn’t, he got pulled over 3 times the next morning. I also gave him some cascara (a powerful laxative) laced orange juice just before he left on a trip to Reno. Made it about 50 miles from home and had to turn around, the stench in the car was too bad. Turned off the water to a poor slobs house and filled the hole with cement. Next day I drove by and saw a block of cement with pipes sticking out of each end on a backhoe. It cost him $200 to replace the meter. Placed an ad to sell a neigbors car, well below blue book and urged buyers to call late at night or early in the morning. I’m just getting started but my lunch break is over. I add more when I get home from work.
I did this for a friend about 10 years ago.
I called his roommate (who hadn’t filed a tax return in years) and said I was with the IRS. While he sttod by and laughed his a@# off. Here’s the conversation:
ME: Hi Mr Brown, this is Mr Wall with the IRS here in San Francisco.
Him: (really fearful) yes?
Me: Sir, we can’t seem to find your tax records for the last few years.
Him: Well I may have forgotten last year…
Me: I don’t see a record for the year before that either.
Him: Well…um…, Yeah, well I was going to get that taken care of…
Me: Sir, you are aware that you should file every year?
Him: Ummm… well (I could practically hear the guy sweating)
Me: Sir. Im going to have to have yo come down here to our office. Can you bring your financial records for the last 10 years?
Him: umm sure…where?..I mean how do I get there.
I recite a date an address I made up on the fly…
Him: Ok I can do that…
Me: Sir, if you don’t make it, I’d like to take a minute to talk about legal repurcussions.
Him: no no I’ll be there.
It went on like that for a few minutes. Later my buddy told me when he got home that the guy had torn up the apartment looking for his records. When he told him what had happened. The guy cursed up a storm.
Here is a good 3 part Practical Joke.
Part 1: Cellophane the toilet.
Soon all your roommates will visually check for cellophane
Part 2: Jiggle the lightbulbs in the bathroom so the lights barely go on. Cellophane the toilet.
Roommates being smart will learn to grab the cellophane whenever the lights are dim.
Part 3: Jiggle the lights DO NOT cellophane the toilets
Roommates will grab for the cellophane and end up with very wet hands.
Unfortunately I was not personally involved in either of these jokes, but I knew the perpetrators and the victims and saw the damage.
Some guys I knew from a theater department had a friend who was coming back late from spring break. They papier-mache’d over his dorm door and painted it the same colour as the rest of the hall. Guy comes back–he can’t find his room!
When I lived in Leeds, I knew an obnoxious guy named Dave. Over Christmas break, two other lads broke into Dave’s flat, spread grass seed all over his carpet, and watered it liberally. They occasionally came back to water the grass, and, by the time Dave returned, the grass was half an inch high, all over the floor.
Well… I was a very restrained practical joker. No permanent damage ever happened.
I did pour a fellow’s VW Bug full of those plastic packing peanuts, once. It worked like a charm, especially considering he had left his sunroof open several inches…
I won’t mention what he had first done to me that netted him this reply for fear of giving people ideas.
Growing up in a small town, we didn’t have much for entertainment. We would take a purse, fill it with doggie doo, xerox some money and put it in the purse. We would then throw this purse on the street, park the car and wait.
People would drive by, see the purse, back up, and grab it. We would then follow them, usually about a block or two, they would throw it out the window, which meant it was time for us to park and wait some more.
Ah, the good ol’ days of youth
Rank amatures, all a yaz.
Asshole in my dorm (accused of date rape, picked fights when drunk) passed out in the hall in his underwear. We put him into a grocery cart and rolled him into the middle of the quad at the girls school. We then padlocked another grocery cart on top so he couldn’t get out. Sadly, the Nuns arrived to the sound of his early morning screams before many of the girls saw him.
OK. I was going to tell everyone about the peacock a friend and I stole from the Hare Krishna mansion in Detroit, but I’ve decided to share one that our viewers at home can try.
When I was an intern at an insurance company a few years ago in college I had a fellow worker who shared the office with me. One day, while bored, I decided to play a trick on him.
I hit the ‘Print Scrn’ key to take a picture of his Windows Desktop. Then, I saved it in a folder on his computer. Then, I made this picture his wallpaper. Finally, I dragged all his icons into a single folder and dragged that folder under the Start bar along the bottom of the screen.
I lost track of time while setting this up and when I glanced at my watch I realized I was late for class (I only worked mornings). So I rushed out to class for the afternoon.
The next morning I came strolling into work and I see two IT guys standing over his desk with his computer in pieces while they trying to fix the problem by replacing parts.
“It must be a memory issue!” one of them explained out loud. “The computer seems to work fine, but it doesn’t respond when he tries to launch applications.” he continued.
I spent the rest of the morning listening as they finally re-installed windows and fixed it. :-).
There DOES come a time when a prank goes to far to admit.
Finally, I did want to mention that peacocks do not travel well in the trunk, but they sure can scare the hell out of someone returning home to a dark, empty house.
Way to go, Carmen!!
Although I think that falls more in the realm of revenge rather than a practical joke, I still love it!!!
have a bunch, the best one for typing in story format would be what i did to my sister, long story short:
drove her (in her car!) to the absolute middle-of-nowhere, on the promise of “a cool little club with live music and fun!” where we would meet up with a bunch of friends and party. got about 40 miles out (she was convinced we were lost and really starting to get worried), and about a mile away from the REAL destination, started to modulate the gas peddle, convincing her that her own car was dying. i said, “well, were screwed now. i’ll pull over here (lonely roadside hole-in-the-wall) and you run in and ask them where “the chuckwagon” is, i’ll try to keep the car running”.
i had actually brought her out to the historic wabuska bar, in the middle of nowhere, to meet my (then) girlfriend (now wife). neither one had any idea of the plan…(the chuckwagon was another 20 miles down the road!)
my sister goes in, royally pissed off and asks the barmaid (my girlfried), “where the hell is the chuckwagon?” girlfriend figures she is just another pissed off wife tells her its down the road. sister goes to bathroom and i sneak in, sit down. when sister comes out, she is in a panic and i tell her that the car has died, and we are stuck there!
when she quit cussing, i introduced her to my girlfriend, told her that her car was fine and we all had a good laugh and got waaay drunk!
My wife and I got a wonderful laugh out of these practical jokes all of you had done…hysterical!!! I have a lot of them myself and will sprinkle them in between some more that pop up I hope here’s a good one me and my bro will never forget!!!
We were in our “Dance Club- Bar days” at the time. Another words all of us were out on the prowl in the days I will mention.
…Anyway my brother and I had a sound effects CD and we were home going through the sounds when the joke was born!!
We cued up on a Thurs. night a sound effect of people packed in a bar singing and talking loudly-it was prbably from the 40’s or something but it was REAL sounds.
We called up 3 friends at their houses and cranked the Barroom track like we were at the bar. This is what follows:
" Hey Tom this placed is packed man…can ya hear me? It’s loud I know, there’s girls all over the place you gotta come down, me and Fred are down here at (Name of the bar) we’ll be here!!!"
One after the other we called and did the same thing laughing incessantly in between!!! Till our ribs hurt!!!
After the last call with the cued up Barroom ruckus I went out to a girl’s house I was dating at the time and my brother went his way:)
*****The guys we called got all done up and went to the bar we said all horny , opened the door to find 3 or 4 guys at the bar!!! They went all over town trying different bars thinking they screwed up, but found nothing!!! Priceless!! To this day!!!
My wife and I got a wonderful laugh out of these practical jokes all of you had done…hysterical!!! I have a lot of them myself and will sprinkle them in between some more that pop up I hope here’s a good one me and my bro will never forget!!!
We were in our “Dance Club- Bar days” at the time. Another words all of us were out on the prowl in the days I will mention.
…Anyway my brother and I had a sound effects CD and we were home going through the sounds when the joke was born!!
We cued up on a Thurs. night a sound effect of people packed in a bar singing and talking loudly-it was prbably from the 40’s or something but it was REAL sounds.
We called up 3 friends at their houses and cranked the Barroom track like we were at the bar. This is what follows:
" Hey Tom this placed is packed man…can ya hear me? It’s loud I know, there’s girls all over the place you gotta come down, me and Fred are down here at (Name of the bar) we’ll be here!!!"
One after the other we called and did the same thing laughing incessantly in between!!! Till our ribs hurt!!!
After the last call with the cued up Barroom ruckus I went out to a girl’s house I was dating at the time and my brother went his way:)
*****The guys we called got all done up and went to the bar we said all horny , opened the door to find 3 or 4 guys at the bar!!! They went all over town trying different bars thinking they screwed up, but found nothing!!! Priceless!! To this day!!!
have a bunch, the best one for typing in story format would be what i did to my sister, long story short:
drove her (in her car!) to the absolute middle-of-nowhere, on the promise of “a cool little club with live music and fun!” where we would meet up with a bunch of friends and party. got about 40 miles out (she was convinced we were lost and really starting to get worried), and about a mile away from the REAL destination, started to modulate the gas peddle, convincing her that her own car was dying. i said, “well, were screwed now. i’ll pull over here (lonely roadside hole-in-the-wall) and you run in and ask them where “the chuckwagon” is, i’ll try to keep the car running”.
i had actually brought her out to the historic wabuska bar, in the middle of nowhere, to meet my (then) girlfriend (now wife). neither one had any idea of the plan…(the chuckwagon was another 20 miles down the road!)
my sister goes in, royally pissed off and asks the barmaid (my girlfried), “where the hell is the chuckwagon?” girlfriend figures she is just another pissed off wife tells her its down the road. sister goes to bathroom and i sneak in, sit down. when sister comes out, she is in a panic and i tell her that the car has died, and we are stuck there!
when she quit cussing, i introduced her to my girlfriend, told her that her car was fine and we all had a good laugh and got waaay drunk!
Mine is too long to post in full again (I’ve posted it so often). But, the bare bones:
While we all lived in the dorms, I had an anal-retentive friend. Seriously, he had a place and position for everything; if you turned a glass around so its label wasn’t facing forward, he couldn’t stand it and he’d change it back. So, he planned a surprise party for another friend one year. We decided to really nail him.
While we were all at the party, I had a crew of people come over, get a key from my associate in the dorm office, and reverse the anal-retentive friend’s room. They made it into a perfect left-to-right mirror image, including shelves, bunkbed, books, drawers, television, microwave…it was phenomenal, and it only took about an hour. When he came back and went into his room, I heard a short pause, his keys hitting the floor, and a prolonged “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!”
There are other subtleties that make it even better, but you get the drift.
Two come to mind:
When I was a freshman in high school, some buddies of mine and I visited a drug store in town. The manager of the store was pissing us off, assuming we were shoplifting or something when, in fact, we weren’t doing anything. We decided we would.
One of the exits in the store led to a large parking lot. The brother of one of my friends had his car there. We took some fishing line and (undetected) unwound it up and down some aisles and tied one end to a plastic patio chair for sale. We attached the other end to the bumper of my friend’s brother’s car. Then we sat back and watched: as the car pulled away, the chair jumped up and careened up and down the store’s aisles until finally flying past the manager and out the door.
Yeah…really stupid, but we thought it was hilarious at the time.
Less criminal: we captured a handful of moths in a jar and took it to a theatre. Once the film started, we released them. Eventually, they made their way up to the light eminating from the projector, where their shadows flickered over the screen. Every time they turned off the projector and turned up the house lights, the moths dispersed. And every time they restarted the film, the moths returned.
Hmmm…that’s pretty lame too. I guess as a kid, I was pretty stupid. Thought these were funny at the time, but now they just look pretty ridiculous.
Probably the best:
Staying with a friend in Midland, MI who works for the Red Cross, we call his answering machine and tell him that he’s needed in China immediately for earthquake emergency duty. We leave a bogus Red Cross number (which answers with an answering machine) – his girlfriend is so convulsed with laughter that she has to retire to the bathroom.
We paid for this one with the plagues of Job – my wife got an allergic reaction from something that wouldn’t allow her to sleep.
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Dorm as a freshman: we take everything out of someone’s room, distribute it througout the dorm. He comes back to an empty room, then has to follow the clues to get it all back.