One morning in the late 1960's:
Posted on 09/24/2011 6:19:55 AM PDT by MNDude
One morning in the late 1960's:
Your license tag gag reminded me of one. My wife and I went to a Christian conference with a female friend of ours in her car. The town was in an uproar over a male strip-joint doing some sort of promotion.
I borrowed her car, got a bumper sticker for the place, and put it on her rear bumper.
She parked at the conference all week before discovering why everyone stared at her every morning when we got out of her car at the conference.
My brother was a sophomore in high school, and was in the front yard lighting a sparkler. I ran to my room, grabbed an old firecracker I’d been saving for years, stepped out on the 2nd story deck behind him, and dropped the lit firecracker behind him. It exploded. He looked at the freshly lit sparkler and threw it as far as he could.
I put an app on our sysadmin’s computer that reflected her first command as >Format c:\ on our UNIX system.
It responded with >Confirm: format c:(Y/N)?
No matter what she typed, it reflected a “Y” response from her and began ticking off the “formatted” sectors.
I heard her scream clear on the other side of the building.
Everyone was asking why she said YES to that question. She was pleading “I said NO”. But the screen showed her YES response.
My son and I went for a walk in the middle of the night a week or so after Christmas. Our neighbor had his tree thrown out for curbside pickup and it still had a number of decorations on it.
We took it home and put it in the garage. The next morning it looked like the garbage men picked it up.
A couple nights later we took it back.
The guy was telling us the weirdest thing happened .. the garbage men took his tree, but they brought it back.
We repeated the process the next couple weeks.
I had to collect eggs for my Grandparents when they went out of town. So my Dad went with me one night. He gathered the eggs and I walked waaay ahead of him....he had two hands FULL of eggs. I hid behind the garage and scared him....he crushed a bunch of the eggs, and some went flying..it was awesome!
good one...
At the Colorado School of Mines one guy(!) got up on top of the Admin Building and covered the small gold dome with black paper, and attached Mickey Mouse ears to it of cardboard. (Not a large dome - but tall.) One of the frat houses offered to take down the paper and cardboard - no harm done.
He then broke into the building and reprogrammed the chimes/bells that would play various notes/tunes on the hour. He programmed it to play the M-I-C-K-E-Y.....M-O-U-S-E song every half-hour. And padlocked the the doors as well.
That year at graduation a bunch of guys had Mickey Mouse hats to wear - but were told coming in that if they wore them they wouldn’t graduate. One guy didn’t get the message. They made him take a summer class in order to get his diploma.
The year after I graduated the seniors did their annual “prank”. But not a prank - clogged all the drains in the Geology building, turned on all the faucets and shoved hoses into busted out windows. Barricaded and padlocked the doors. Millions of dollars worth of damage. Idiots. Senior Day was banned after that and ANY pranks would be punished by law.
I made caramel apples for my guys at work one year for Halloween. One wasn’t an apple, it was an onion. He bit into it; got a funny look on his face, then bit it again and asked why it tasted like garlic.
LOL...that’s been a staple at every “Haunted House” I’ve ever attended at Halloween.
Here’s another prank my dad did: His brother, Bobby, had a habit when they were kids of sleeping with his hand hanging off the bed. One night, my dad slipped under the bed as his brother was in the bathroom. He waited until his brother had gone to sleep and lowered his hand. When he did, Dad grabbed his hand and and Bobby yanked his hand back under the covers. He never looked under the bed nor did Dad ever see him sleep with his hand hanging off the bed again.
I didnt take part of it, but a guy I knew at a EMS convention got a baby Anne CPR doll. Him and a buddy filled up the bathtub in their hotel room and put the baby face down in it.
When the maid came in to clean the room, she saw the baby in the tub and started screaming.
Both were kicked out of the hotel and told never to return.
I built a device using 2 mechanical lamp timers, one electronic burglar alarm one and an old 110dB fire alarm horn enclosed in a electrical box that looked like it was at home above the ceiling tiles. What it did was sound the horn above the bedroom for several seconds at about 0200 and then go back to sleep until about that time 72 hrs later.
Hilarity ensued. B shift never did find it...
While working at a landscape company, one co-worker took some drip tubing and a spray nozzle and hooked it up to the washer in another co-workers new car and ran the line under the steering column. Then he waited until the proud new owner of the car slowly drove out and way-laid him with various questions about the car while he was setting in the car. As he asked the questions, he was reaching in the window and pressing buttons and switches. After a time, he flipped the washer switch on, which sprayed the other worker in the crotch.
He offered to take it out, but the other co-worker said he wanted everything left, but he was going to run the line under the dash to the other side to spray the passengers.
I once got Sandy from the Boston Globe to stop calling me for a subscription by asking her (in a rough voice) what she was wearing.
The scream and click on the other end was very satisfying.
Best prank I’ve ever done. In the mid-‘80s, a group of about 25 friends from our city government office was on a cruise. The city had just concluded a long, grueling court case regarding a city facility, and the Assistant City Attorney, Joe, was in our group.
The ship didn’t have phones and there were no cell phones. Two of us went to the communications room and picked up a blank message/telegram form. We phonied up an urgent message to the attorney, and had a waiter deliver it to our table at dinner. It was signed by the City Attorney, Kevin, telling the Assistant Attorney to return home immediately because the new Library had just burned down because of faulty wiring.
Joe read it, and turned white and scared. Then he leaned back, laughed, and said, “This is a joke.” We figured we’d been found out, but we were wrong. He actually thought Kevin had sent it as a joke, so he said, “I’ll get him”, and he sent a return telegram to his boss – something like “up yours” (can’t remember exactly). So the Attorney received this obscure, nonsensical, message, having no clue what it meant.
We’d have stopped him, but we knew they were always pulling pranks on each other and that it wouldn’t be a problem. On Joe’s first day back to work, Kevin said, “That was some strange message you sent.” Joe told the whole story, and we all had a good laugh.
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