I love playing ribs and practical jokes on my friends. One of my best practical jokes was on a former co-worker. When she was away, I'd call her cellphone from mine, but with my number blocked. She'd start running for the phone, and when she got there, I'd hang up and try to keep a straight face when she started ranting and raving about who it could be.
My first year in college, I lived in a 14-story dorm off campus (the university had to lease an apartment building because there wasn't enough housing on campus). A prank war of sorts developed, with the sides being me and my friend Ryan against our other friend Mike.
The early pranks aren't important; what is important, though, is the last one. Early in the spring semester, Mike was walking home from work at about 2 a.m., walking in through a door at the bottom of a stairwell on the side of the building, on the outside. Ryan and I had a 15-gallon trash can filled with water on the 12th floor, where Ryan lived.
When we saw Mike approaching, we dumped the water over the edge and onto him. Most of it missed, of course, as the angle and timing were hard to get; but Mike did get thoroughly drenched. He reacted really weird - he screamed some profanity then started running in circles. To this day, he can't explain the running in circles part.
Regardless, he knew it was us, and was pissed. What he didn't know was that we had a third friend hiding in some bushes by the door where Mike came in, and this friend got the whole episode on video. Every Wednesday outside this dorm, the RAs used to show movies from a digital projector on the side of the building; I'd estimate about a third the 900 or so students living in the building came to the movie most weeks.
The Wednesday after the water dumping, my RA from the fourth floor was responsible for providing the movie. I talked him into putting a 20-second clip of Mike getting drenched and then running around in circles on the projector first, though Mike had no idea - prior to this, he thought the incident was done and over, and very few people knew about it.
So Ryan and I told everyone we knew in the dorm that they should show up for the movie this week, without telling them specifically what they would see. I'd guess maybe 400 to 450 people showed up to see the video, and Mike was understandably pissed off. He said I took it too far, and stopped talking to me for about two months, but it was totally worth it.
I used to work in an office where one of my co-workers was quite the chubby fellow. Around Halloween one year he wore a very solid, bright orange shirt. Can you see where this is going? I cut out some triangular eyes and a mouth and managed to stick them on his back unbeknownst to him. They stayed on for a couple of hours before some jerk alerted him to the decor. Some people thought it was mean-I thought it was awesome.
A long time ago in a small Alaska town at the laundromat next to the harbor, I was bored out of my mind doing the family laundry. They had a bulletin board full of cards with stuff for sale, mostly relating to boats and fishing. I got the idea to put up a card that was just odd enough for people to question, but pass off as plausable.
Wanted to buy...Shower head for 50hp Merc outboard. Must be rust free.
I put the office phone number for the public radio station on it because they had like 50 volunteers and hardly anybody there associated with each other, so nobody'd know who to send the call to.
TWO WEEKS LATER: My mother calls my name.
"Did you put a card up on the laundry bulletin board?"
"Well your brother and I were doing the laundry and he was reading it and he said 'Mom, doesn't that look like (my) handwriting?' And I said 'Yes'. And he said 'Mom, why would somebody want a shower head for an outboard motor?' And I said 'Well, fishermen want some strange things sometimes'."
I was on the FLOOR in hysterics.
She just stood there starting at me with this baffled look on her face.
I couldn't have imagined that payoff in a million years.
I would walk up to a co-worker that I didn't like and tap him on the shoulder. When they turned around, I would punch them in the face. Not very creative, but I always felt better afterwards.
But seriously... little practical jokes here and there on my company's Customer Service rep, who is an egomaniac and has NO sense of humor, whatsoever. They included:
- Decorating his office for Christmas. In June. - Always calling him by the wrong name. - Putting just enough water on his chair so when he sat down, there would be a wet spot on his pants but he couldn't feel it. Then when he walked by, we would all look and smirk. - Leaving him voice mails when he was away from his desk(from a blocked number) with us speaking in thick foreign accents. And then listening to him get frustrated when he couldn't understand the messages.
But my favorite: Signing up for information on some bed wetting support website and leaving them his office number (they've called at least three times).
The best part is that my boss has to deal with this guy's whining and ego all day and thinks they are all hilarious when we rag on him... to the point where he actually eggs us on.
(edited by TwisterF5 on 28.11.08 0627) I'm square (6'7 X 6'7).
On April Fool's Day a few years back I was visiting a friend in Indiana and was staying at his house. When he went into the bathroom to shower, I decided it'd be funny to take all his DVDs and switch them around in the cases. He had about 40 discs including some 2-disc special editions. So even if he was able to find disc two of Top Gun in the Armageddon packaging he still wouldn't be able to find the feature film. Yeah, that was probably a dick move but an easy practical joke to do (especially at random parties you end up at).
My latest: the dash of the girlfriend's car is kind of dim, so the heat dial (which is always cranked to the highest setting) doesn't always show. Knowing I deal better with the cold than she does, I cranked the heat to zero, and let the fun begin. She complained up and down during the near hour long drive that the car was dying, that it was a terrible car, yadda yadda....but at a stop sign, I told her that fiddling with knobs usually helps. IT was then that she found the heat cranked to zero...and promptly got threatened with a kick to the nards when we got out of the car.
Thank goodness the girlfriend has a sense of humour, or else she wouldn't be able to handle mine. :)
We have "pigs in a blanket" most years for the Rose Parade, a seeming tradition in our family (my fault for having a girl, I believe). The parade is on as I type and the Pigs in a blanket are in the oven making me salivate.