Working downtown had lots of pigeons around. If ya bought some birdseed and spread it over the fucking new guy's car, he came to quite a surprise after the shift was over.

 

One of the mechanics in the speed shop where I worked got married and while he and his new bride were on their honeymoon, we all went over to their house because he was dumb enough to leave the key with another mechanic, but it wasn't the one I was dating. The biggest thing we did was make a gelatin salad complete with pineapple chunks in their bathtub. We also wrote our congratulations in toothpaste on the mirror and rubbed vaseline on the toilet seat...that was just the bathroom...needless to say, we were never invited back over...

 

A couple of the guys that I worked construction with tied a rope around the portable toilet when one of their friends was in it, so the door was blocked and he couldn’t get out. Then they tied the rope to the back bumper of a pickup and drove down the street pulling it along on it’s wheels. It was pretty funny at first, but then it tipped over when they went around a corner. The poor guy was covered in shit and piss and had to shower off. I’m just glad it wasn’t me. lol

 

I was the first off my buddies to turn 21... Bday in January... My buddy Dave turned 21 in March... I hooked up with his roommates to set a a treat... We bought a 30 gallon trash can and mixed up enough cherry Jello to fill it... Takes to a local small butcher shop and he let us put this trash can in his walk in cooler.... We lined Dave's room with plastic sheeting all over the floor and about 3 feet up.rhe walls ... Well I took Dave out on his 21st bday... Got him FUBAR.... Managed to get him.home... we stripped him naked and laid him in his plastic lined room... Then we poured the trash can of cherry Jello over him... One of his roommates bought a blow up we doll and Tossed her in... About 30 mins later Dave came our of his room... Butt ass naked bitching about not having a REAL Chick.... We got him back in his room.... Well the next morning we looked at the room... I guess he went a little nuts... 3 feet up.the walls was not enough... He had tossed the Jello Al up the walls... The ceiling... I took 5 coats of paint to cover the stains...

 

I love pranks!!
Out of printer paper is my favourite.
Fax machines are an unused part of the printer/scanner monsters these days. I love telling young new secretaries to fax the other office blank paper because "they are out".
Hurry! they can't go to the store now, they just need 20 blank A4 to print a project!
Almost all just do it

 

I had a little authority at work and was able to call impromptu meeting,
some were real issues needing to be discussed,... sometimes I would call a meeting and send 'em back saying I forgot what it was for, (got that from an old movie from the '70s) , ...
all that inconvenience was so every now and again I could call a meeting just for dunkin' donuts and coffee, they'd be pissed but laughing

 

My restaurant had this big vacuum packing machine.
But OMG it's out of vacuum
Sent dumb new staff running across town to my other restaurant to ask to borrow vacuum.
With a tiny plastic zip bag

 

I dont recall who it was or what the issue was but some company annoyed me, because they kept putting me on hold for longer than it suited me. So I'm like all right, I'm going to have some fun. So I went from one office phone to the next, calling the call center, keying through the menu and when put on hold, went to the next phone, about 45 min later all I got were busy signals

 

I did a bunch of Pranks on my Copy Machine instructors and class mates. This one effeminate instructor ( though he claimed to be married ) was an easy mark. he would gather us around a machine to demonstrate ( whatever ) and I'd go to the back of the machine ( half of the covers off ) and I'd unplug something to make it jam, or throw a code, he would get frustrated, and say he was gonna look at it while we were on break. So we would gather around another machine, and I'd plug the plug back in, he'd always be baffled why it suddenly went to working again.
Then at Color Machine school , same instructor, was making demonstrations from the computer, printing from the computer to the copier. The test sheet was still on the Copier glass, so every time he clicked his mouse, I pressed Print button on the Copier, The Copy function over rode the Print function. So the test sheet would print out, and he was baffled and said it must have been a left over job, then his sheet would print out. After about the 3rd one, a couple of the guys who saw me doing it couldn't keep a straight face any longer, and then the instructor knew he got pranked.

 

This prank got me and the entire company I worked for banned from a hotel in New Hampshire.

To set the scene: There were 200+ of us at a prime resort for a management meeting. The hotel was a one and two story affair which surrounded a large mill pond, populated with hundreds of ducks. Most of the rooms had decks just a foot or so above the ponds surface.

One guy in our office was a practical joker, we all fell prey to him at one time or other. It seems Al, his real name, got drunk after dinner in the lounge, and myself and another guy had to help him to his room, where he passed out. My buddy who helped me get Al situated had carried a bag of popcorn with him when we left the lounge.

My mind took in the situation: ducks outside the room, Al passed out, bag of popcorn, hmmm.

So we took Al’s clothing, opened the patio door and spread popcorn from the deck into the room. We filled the bathtub and stood quietly by the patio door, when about a dozen ducks had entered, we closed the patio door and left the room.

We finished the night’s festivities and hit the sack. The next morning I got a call from Al, he was panicked. “There’s ducks shit all over the place, there’s ducks in the fucking bathtub, I’m in my skivvies and can’t find my clothes, can you help me”.

It took me 30 minutes to stop laughing, then I thought, oh shit, who’s gonna clean this up. That’s why I can’t stay at Dunfee’s in Manchester, 45 years later.

 

Another one I would do is take a screw and copy it, then put it in another place on the glass and copy it again, and do it a half dozen or so more times. Then I would load those copies back in the paper tray, put 4 or 5 new sheets on top of each one, and watch the classmates take the machine apart 4 or 5 times trying to find that loose screw.

 

Shooters bud was getting married. The bachelor party was in a joint very near his old girlfriends apartment, and Shooter had stayed in touch with her.

Long story short, we got him passed out drunk, her to leave for the evening, planted him in her bed, and waited.

His panicked call the next morning (well, yeah, you're at Kim's apartment, don't you remember telling us you were leaving with Kim?) Was priceless.

Except the dumb ass was compelled to tell his fiance, and it took some real crisis management skills to keep the wedding on track.

 

Worked on the striping crew painting the lines on the highway. Had a guy with a big mouth, new something about everything, and what ever you were doing it was wrong and he knew better. He had been on my ass all day. We ate lunch on the road so we all had lunch boxes. When were on the way back to the shop at the end of the day and work week. "Someone" put a pair of used panties with semen stains in his lunch box. Monday morning he did not show up. "Rumor" was he called in and stated his wife made him quit his job.

 

Back in the 70s we'd send the new guy to check the radiator on a 68 VW beetle.
Wait to see his face when he opened the hood

 

At daughters wedding Shooter was strictly prohibited from most forms of trickery.
You know, like "decorating" the honeymoon suite and what not.

So, instead we had a game at the reception;
The bride and groom sat back to back, each with a pair of flip flops. One said "her" the other said "him".
Then, the questions started. For example, who is the better driver. Who said I love you first. Who is the better money manager.
And then we moved into whose mother is the better cook (grooms mother is a bitch, just to set the mood). Who has had more sexual partners. Who is in charge in the bedroom.
See, he's an Annapolis grad, so lying is not in his constitution.
But, he's also a diplomat. So with the cooking question, he held up both flops. His mom still got the message. He refused to answer any sexual questions, a true gentleman.

But a great time was had by all.

 

It was my senior year. Senior Prank Day was a couple of days before our graduation. For my senior prank, I photoshopped the heads off of my high school principal and vice principal (who are both men) onto the bodies of a married couple. I printed out over one hundred copies of the photos hopped picture and I taped them all over the school. The second senior prank that I was apart of was where me and some of my friends bought an ungodly large amount of plastic forks. We met up at the high school in the middle of the night. We stuck all of the plastic forks inside the front yards of the high school. I decided to take things up a notch and I spray painted "Seniors 2017" on the front doors of the high school. It took us hours to get all of the plastic forks inside the grass of the front lawn. We got clean away with those senior pranks. Nobody suspected a thing.

 

Back in high school we had some friends come to town to hang out. They knew nothing about local legends made up or other wise lol. So we took them to our abandoned sanitorium after we told them the reason it was shut down was because a man hacked up half the patients with a chainsaw. Of course this was before everyone had the internet at their fingertips so they couldn't call us out on our story. We had one friend inside with a chainsaw without the actual teeth on it so no one would get hurt. As we got them to the second floor from down the hall our friend, covered in fake blood, ran full speed at us with the chainsaw running. I pretended to trip while they kept running. So I started screaming to sell it more. Our friends ended up running about 5 miles down the road because I had the car keys. The look on their faces when me and the crazy murderer pulled up and asked them for a ride was absolutely priceless. Still wish we would've had a camera LMAO

 

A couple years ago, I pranked my boss by taking one of the cookies out of his package, ate the creme between the crackers, and put them back in, it was damned funny back then, he got me back today with the same joke, not quite as funny, but it was still unexpected.

 

Well I went out of my way to a pet store to buy a cat toy aka a realistic looking mouse.
So then when I get home got some needle and thread and sewed one end of the string to the toy mouse and left about 18 inches of string to play with.

next I put the mouse in a kitchen cabinet and tape a short amount of connecting thread to the inside of the door so that when the cabinet door is opened the mouse moves along with it falling out towards the victim.

it works over and over even on the same person.


You can also attach it to shoes under the bed that when you victim pulls out their shoe, whal-la, instant scream.