I played this one on my sister (she turned 51 today!) when she was 11 and I was 13.
She has never liked spices–a problem when she got married in 1970 to a Polish guy. Well, in 1962, we were having spaghetti one night. My Mom, aunt, older brother, and aunt’s little kids had already left the table; Janice left the room and while she was gone I sprinkled a little pepper on her spaghetti. She came back and ate the rest. I asked her how she liked it. She said it was all right. Then I told her I put pepper on it! She was ready to throw a pan at me! 
this is something a friend of mine did while living in dorms at college.
he had a couple female friends who lived in a four-person dorm. one of the people there was the most horrifying b***h that you’ve ever seen. she’d scream over trivial things, wake people up at 7 because she couldn’t find her hairbrush, accuse her roommates of being jealous of whatever, etc. after almost an entire year, they were fed up.
so the guys planned this prank to get back at the nasty girl. the girls let them know when she was on the rag (she used pads, not tampons). they went into their bathroom and carefully unwrapped a pad, covered it with ICYHOT and rewrapped it.
they were all hanging out together when she needed to go into the bathroom for a change. when she was done, she wasn’t two feet into the living room when her face took on a life of its own; utter horror crossed her face and she raced back into the bathroom shrieking!
lord that was utterly evil!
One April Fool’s day, I went through the whole day and didn’t play a joke on anybody. Late that night, my mother and I sat down to watch a movie (this is when I still lived at home.) Just before midnight, I got up to bring my glass into the kitchen. I ran hot water into the glass (at that age, of course I didn’t wash it,) then switched to cold water so there wouldn’t be hot water in the pipes. I turned off the water and slipped a rubber band around the sprayer on the right side of the faucet. I turned it to face out, and returned to the living room. Total time to prepare the joke: less than 15 seconds.
Shortly after that, mom went into the kitchen to put her ice cream bowl into the sink. She filled it with water and… well, she tried to fill it with water. Instead, she was completely drenched.
After the scream, she yelled that she thought we were going to get through the whole day with no practical jokes.
Hmm… you know, it’s been a while since mom was the victim of one of my practical jokes…
We had a pretty savvy server tech in our little 15-person office, and he had just finished setting up a new NT Server before he went to lunch. He had placed it about 2 feet to the left of an AppleShare IP server. The opportunity was too good to miss 
a) Took a screen shot of the Macintosh desktop of the AppleShare server, converted it to JPEG, and copied it across the network to the new NT Server. Took a similar screen shot of the NT Desktop and copied it to the Mac.
b) On the NT Server, moved all removable icons to a folder at the root of the C drive to get them off the Desktop. The icons that could not be removed were carefully dragged as far off-screen as possible. Then the Mac screen shot was loaded as the wallpaper.
c) On the AppleShare server, opened GraphicConverter and opened the NT screen shot, then set it for full screen mode. This served the dual function of hiding all the Mac desktop stuff and hiding the Mac menu bar at the top of the screen.
And for the coup de grâce, heh heh heh…
d) Unplugged the nice new 19" Trinitron from the new NT Server and the older 17" screen attached to the Mac and swapped them.
The screen that now sat behind the NT Server’s keyboard was cheerfully displaying the desktop that the NT Server OUGHT to be displaying, just the way he’d left it. Except it was really the Mac he was gonna be looking at, and the keyboard and mouse were still attached to the PC, so anything he did with keyboard and mouse would bring visible results on the next monitor over, which was apparently the screen of the Mac (though it was actually his NT Server).
After a couple minutes of seeing his mouse apparently frozen on screen, he does what you’d expect a PC user to do – he goes for Control-Alt-Delete to see if he can kill off some errant process that might be locking up his PC. The Mac screen over to the right obligingly pops up the NT dialog to ask if he’d like to shut down or log out or force quit something, but he isn’t looking there, and the Mac that’s actually running the screen he’s staring at decides to contribute by having its screen saver kick in right then, so he stares at the psychedelic fish swimming around on his screen in response to his Control-Alt-Delete and goes “Huh??”
We’re doubled over laughing behind his back but managing to do so silently.
He starts to reach for the power switch on the new Server’s case and we intervene: “Hey, look, I think you just force quit the Mac instead”.
He stares at what is apparently a Mac screen with the Windows dialog on it. You can almost hear the gears turning. “Now how…???”
“Could it be some kind of network interference?”, one of us asks.
“You mean like inductance or something?”, I chime in.
He moves over to sit at the Mac (the screen of which is his PC’s display) and tries to use the Mac mouse to click one of the buttons. “Hey, this computer is frozen, too”, he says, as the Mac mouse fails to move the PC mouse cursor towards the PC dialog.
He starts to get suspicious at this point because we’re snickering and grinning, but he starts tracing ethernet cables and examining the UPS and we’re doing things like “Hey Ray, the PC came back on” (moving the Mac mouse dismissed the screen saver) or “Did you check to see if the mouse got unplugged while you were back there?” (of course not, he’s just looking in the wrong place if he wants to see it moving) and he’s getting more and more bewildered. He clicks the Mac mouse again after awhile, trying to access the PC Shut Down button, and this time it de-maximizes the screen shot (on the other monitor), and I say, “Hey, this PC over here has an Apple menu now. Did you install MacOS on this Dell?” One of the other guys takes it and runs with it and confesses that HE installed the MacOS over NT on the Dell. Ray keeps staring from the Apple Menu to the tech. He tries to use the PC mouse to access the Apple Menu, no doubt wondering what the hell the menu items would be, and of course nothing moves on that screen. “But it doesn’t seem to work very well” “No, MacOS doesn’t run very well on a Dell, it keeps crashing” Poor Ray is starting to beieve it…
I dunno, maybe you had to have been there.
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When I was in college, one April 1st a bunch of the guys swapped all the furniture in the dorm lounge with the furniture in one of the Resident Assistant’s rooms. They even arranged the furniture so that the lounge looked like his room and his room looked like the lounge. The only difference was that in his room the sign that said “Home of the Bearded Clam” (his nickname) was replaced by one that said “Home of the April Fool”.
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Another time somebody moved one of the ping-pong tables from the rec room into somebody’s dorm room (it just barely fit) and when he came back from class there were two guys in his room playing ping-pong.
CEPTER
We all went to this thing called Foxy Boxing a long time ago for our friends bachelor party. We got so rowdy that they had to turn the lights up in the place and ask us to leave it was like the mud wrestling scene in Stripes except without the mud…you get the drift. We were hammered and staggered out of there and completed the night in Manhattan and tore up the bus we rented.
I’m pretty good with imitating voices so my friends wanted me to call up the best man who’s name everything was under ie. The Bus, the boxing place etc. He signed his name to everything.
I called and said I was Detective so and so from the so and so precinct and began to bust this guys balls to highest extreme saying things like," there was extensive damage to the plumbing in the Foxy Boxing facility and YOUR party was responsible as well for damage to the bus!!!" It was perfect and we pissed our selves listening to him trying to deny the damage.
****The bad news is, I swear you couldn’t of planned this, He REALLY DID get a call from an officer and everyone had to pay up for damages done to the bus!!! There was no plumbing damage but it sounded good so I went with it when I did the prank. I felt a little bad after that but what the hey thats why there practical jokes!!!
Once we bought Gay men’s magazines and put them conspicuously under our best friends clothes on his apt. couch , just so they could stick out a little. When he came out of the shower and back into the room we staged a scene that was hysterical. " Heyyyy, woaaaa. Tom what the he… What the hell is this guy?"
Tom says “Whatdya mean what are you talki…”
“Whats this Gay stuff doing on your couch man?”
Tom says " That ain’t my sh-- man!! I don’t know but it aint mine!!! I’m serious!!!"
That was a good one but not as funny as the freezer shoes.
We went to another friends and chilled for a while. When he was in the bathroom we hid his shoes. He didn't notice when he came out of the crapper and we said our goodbye's. We laughed our scrotums off picturing him going nuts over where the hell they were.
Where's the last place you would look?
You got it... In his freezer!!!! In there a good 5 hours!!!!Played this joke on a friend at work.
Took some ginger snap biscuits, crushed them up and mixed them with water. Now, if you get the consistency right it makes the most realistic looking dog turd you have ever seen. So, I fashioned it into a nice big one, (with a curly bit on the end) took it to work, and placed it on the floor between two crates (another girl at work was in on the joke) Now bear in mind that I worked in a honey factory at that time (honey, oils and vinegars, mustard ect) and the crates I placed it between were filled with bottles of freshly made oils. We left it there until she went over to the crates and all we heard was “oh my god how did that get in here!” The look of horror and confusion on her face was great! The best bit was when I went over broke a bit off and put it in my mouth saying “mmmm I think it’s from a labrador” The look on her face was priceless! Of course me and my partner in crime coulden’t keep it in anymore and collapsed howling with laughter!
Man I love that joke
The BEST practical joke I ever pulled was on my friend Jim when we were in grad school…
One night, Jim and I stayed up late drinking. I mean LATE, and I mean DRINKING. We polished off a bottle of scotch and then moved on to the beer, putting away maybe a 12-pack of that as well. I went home at about 5 a.m., drunk as a goat, and passed out.
For some reason, I woke up at about 8 a.m., just a few hours later. I felt like what the cat drug in. I mean I felt HORRIBLE; still drunk, unable to function. But the sun was out and bright (it was summertime, summer '96 I believe), and the day looked so cheerful that I knew I had to do something. So I cleared my throat, made a couple of practice runs, and called Jim.
Ring ring.
Jim (lying on the cold tile floor of the bathroom): Heuhhhoh?
Me (bright and chipper, as if I felt like a million bucks): Hey Jim, how you doing?
Jim: Ihh uhhhn’ feeeehhh good.
Me (still cheery and annoying as an MTV VJ): Really? That’s strange, I feel fresh as a daisy! I was just going for a jog and I thought I’d see if you wanted to come with?
Jim: Uuuaaaaahhhhhh.
Me: Ok, well, see ya later, buddy! Hope you’re feeling better soon!
At this point we hung up the phone and I moaned, tried not to gag, and rolled over and went to sleep. But my ruse had worked; Jim believed that I’d woken up and felt great. In fact he stopped drinking and started working out for a few months.
It was two years later when I finally told him that I’d actually been as hung over as he was that day, and when I said it I felt bad; I could actually SEE his worldview crumbling as I told the story. Up until then he’d thought I was some kind of Superman. Alas, our heroes all die, don’t they?
I have a few lightweight gags…
Once, in a computer class, me and my buddy took control of another classmate’s computer remotely over the network. This classmate… he wasn’t very computer literate, and he spent the entire class downloading Pink Floyd stuff. Anyway, we struck while he was in the middle of browsing a webpage… we started light. First, we took control of his mouse… we see a “The fuck…?” expression come over his face as the little arrow dances all over the screen. Then we get mean… we start having his computer load up animal porn webpages. He gets really frustrated, pounding the keyboard and shaking the mouse like mad. Finally, as my buddy and I are laughing our asses off, he glances over at us with a look that could’ve shattered diamond. Man, he was pissed.
I still love reminding him of it, to this day.
Another, smaller gag… we did a run of The Last Night Of Ballyhoo last semester in our theatre class. The set was designed so that one of the escapes was at the top of a staircase, and when you went around the corner you were offstage and unseen by the audience. Anyway, at one point in the show, the girl who played Reba came around that corner… to paraphrase the credit card commercials:
“The look on Reba’s face when she sees you standing there, with your pants down, your shirt hiked up, rubbing your nipple: Priceless.”
There was this guy who lived in my dorm at school who had a reputation for being in the computer lab at all hours of the night looking at porno (and strange porno at that). Anyway, me and a couple of my friends decided to prank him good. We were brainstorming wacky ideas when I spied a box of crackers. Somehow in my mind a strange yet hilarious (imho) idea formed. OK, the computer lab had a study room on each side with a windowed door going into the lab. These rooms were very rarely used and usually had the lights turned out inside. My friends and I installed an elaborate cabling system using fishing line and staples in the ceiling tile. The line then ran under one of the doors to one of the study rooms. We connected a cracker to the end of the line that was in the lab and made it to hang near the ceiling directly above one of the computers. We then had another friend hang out in the lab and surf around until our target came in. When our target arrived we had our friend inform the target that the computer where he had sat was inopperative and that he should move to another computer, perhaps this one points. The advice is taken and the target sits down at the computer with the cracker rigging above. Accomplice then exits the lab and my friends and I kick back in the study room for a while… By this time its getting pretty late (1 am or so) and the computer lab is empty except for our target. We then ever so slowly lower the cracker down from the ceiling till it enters his field of vision. He notices it and gets the perfect WTF look on his face. He then reaches for it, and it is promptly pulled from his reach. This continued for a while, until he got a chair and stood on it to see the rigging on the ceiling. He traced the wire back to the door. Then, the golden moment: He gathers the cracker, line and all in his hands, wads it all up into a ball, and shouts “What kinda person goes through all this trouble… Work… Just to… Uhh… uhhhh… I. HATE. IT.” Swear to god, it was a rambling sorta demoralized rant. Ah… We booked it out of the study room, he didn’t see us, went to my room and laughed our asses off all night.
Hope it was worth all the reading
Novus
There’s something to be said for simplicity:
- Some college friends of mine (all female) lived in a house next door to a houseful of rowdy college males. There was an ongoing prank feud. Small stuff mostly. Glue in the keyholes, stuff like that.
One day the boys a huge, HUGE party, so the girls were able to walk right in, pretty much unnoticed. In the kitchen, they found the cupboards filled with college-boy staple foods. Vast amounts of canned goods – enough to last the full semester without ever needing to go shopping.
They removed each and every label from all the cans.
- Friend’s dad lived in an apartment with a slimeball landlord. The heat would go out, the plumbing would stop working and nothing ever got fixed. Turns out, the landlord was trying to force him out so that he could double the rent with the next tenant.
Friend’s dad moved out. Painted all the walls jet black before he left.
Friend renting a house when at college. The landlady’s daughter was also in the house, and took the rent on behalf of her mother. Except the daughter wasn’t giving the rent to her mother. She was spending it, and telling her mother that my friend wasn’t paying his share. Eventually the landlady evicted him for non-payment. So the day he leaves, friend goes down to the fish market, buys the biggest mullet he can find, goes back to the house, and in the closet under the stairs, prises up a floorboard. He pitches the fish as far under the floorboards as he can, replaces the loose board, and leaves. Job well done.
Another one was played on a friend who’d been screwing us over for years and years with various jokes. A group of his victims got together and decided revenge was nigh. We paid for an ad to be printed in the local paper:
Emigration forces sale. Crazy prices because I’m in a hurry. Everything must go! 12’ Dinghy: £200. Full-sized pool table: £250. 1992 Ford Escort: £1,000. And more! Call 123-123 1234
The newspaper was printed at 5am on Thursday. The first call came in at 5.30am. The phone rang non-stop until the next Monday. Halfway through the weekend he and his wife unplugged the phone because they couldn’t stand the calls any more. His wife had to call her mother on the Saturday, and as she plugged the phone in again, it started ringing before she could dial the number. Funny thing was, he couldn’t see the funny side of it. :rolleyes:
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I worked in a government office. I found out that one of the secretary’s had a key for the pop machine in the break room. On March 31, I came in at night, opened the pop machine, pulled all the pop cans out and put 3 cans of very cheap beer in the first three spots, then refilled the machine.
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Same office, next year, I picked seven people at random, opened their desk drawers just enough to blow up a balloon, then closed the desk drawers.
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A bunch of friends and I went to B’s favorite sports bar to watch basketball on a saturday afternoon. B is a bachelor. I (we) paid for a woman to show up in a wedding dress and scream at B because he didn’t show up for the wedding, throw the ring down on the table and then storm out.
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I worked in a government office. I found out that one of the secretary’s had a key for the pop machine in the break room. On March 31, I came in at night, opened the pop machine, pulled all the pop cans out and put 3 cans of very cheap beer in the first three spots, then refilled the machine.
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Same office, next year, I picked seven people at random, opened their desk drawers just enough to blow up a balloon, then closed the desk drawers.
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A bunch of friends and I went to B’s favorite sports bar to watch basketball on a saturday afternoon. B is a bachelor. I (we) paid for a woman to show up in a wedding dress and scream at B because he didn’t show up for the wedding, throw the ring down on the table and then storm out.
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I worked in a government office. I found out that one of the secretary’s had a key for the pop machine in the break room. On March 31, I came in at night, opened the pop machine, pulled all the pop cans out and put 3 cans of very cheap beer in the first three spots, then refilled the machine.
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Same office, next year, I picked seven people at random, opened their desk drawers just enough to blow up a balloon, then closed the desk drawers.
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A bunch of friends and I went to B’s favorite sports bar to watch basketball on a saturday afternoon. B is a bachelor. I (we) paid for a woman to show up in a wedding dress and scream at B because he didn’t show up for the wedding, throw the ring down on the table and then storm out.
I used to work with the bass player and vocalist of a band I was in a few years back. We all worked late night at an internet provider(one of the big ones). Anyway, they were constantly screwing around on the internet doing things that would get them fired, and wouldnt listen when I told them they were gonna get caught. They got into the nasty habit of answering gay personal ads, and giving each others hotmail addresses(these guys were a real class act). So one day, I forge an email and route it through a unprocted unix mail server I knew about(a place I used to work). For the return address I put abuse@hotmail.com. I wrote out a real proffesional email to the bass player from Hotmail security saything that the vocalist had filed a complaint, and that they had traced to email to our employers IP and that hotmail would notify his ISP(really his employer) if this activity contiued, we appreciate your cooperation in this matter blah blah blah. The next day, I get a call from the bass player just fuming…he had just called the vocalist house and unloaded on his girlfriend. He told me about the letter, and said “And it says they are gonna notify my ISP…Great I’m gonna get fired”. I respond, “No, its says they will notify them if you dont stop”, he says"Oh, is that what it says"pause while it dawns on him "You (string of expletives.)…
When he was very young, we went to the grocery store, and we walked past the coconuts. He asked what they were, and I told them they were monkey eggs…He got really excited about this, and I said “yeah, there are baby monkeys in all of these”…then we came across one that was broken open, he started looking around frantacly for the baby monkey that must of just hatched. I felt horrible breaking it to him.
Just last Christmas, I presented the idea to my son that we should hide and wait in ambush for Santa, then take all the toys, and a couple of the Riendeer and let santa go. Then we could hit em again next year, use the reindeer to catch him in mid air.
My son was not thrilled with this idea. He thought it was mean, and said Santa would know about it, cuz he had this majick snow ball that he could see everybody with. I said we would leave it up to my welder friend who we were going to have lunch with. My son was hip with this, Surely my friend would talk some sense into me. My welder friend thought it was great idea, started drawing up plans for a titanium sleigh so it wouldnt need as much deer power to get off the ground.
Come Christmas morning, I had a huge chunck of coal in my stocking(I actually found some real coal in the shed the previous owner of the house left), and my boy had a letter from Santa thanking him for sticking up for him. I called up my friend, with my kid listening, and said hey man, the fat man had us underservalence, we got busted…Yep, nothing but coal you too? Guess we should have listened to my boy.
My kid had a real time rubbing my nose in it…