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Had a co-worker that was PITA every day he had to walk around check everything on his truck like he was doing a preflight, guys that carpooled with him were tired and ready to go home. They decided to play a trick on him, first they told him the two of them had to go somewhere after work and would drive themselves. This was while we were working 3rd shift and after lunch they slipped out and poured a pint of oil under his truck were he would be sure to see it. At the end of shift we all got a place were we could watch him do his "prefilght" it was hilarious he was beside himself when he found that oil leak. He looked for an hour until he finally figured out he had been setup. It worked after that he was much better about wasting every ones time when it came to go home.

That was not a joke.

Should have never come to that. Jack should have bumped off that dog long before that.

Extra style points awarded for this one!

Most of the big stuff he got rid of, every now and then something small would end up at someones house he thought was involved. Like I said he laughed his ass off for years.

When I was a college freshman, our dorm bully was riding my butt over something. I shave all the spines from a barrel cactus, dried them for a couple weeks and sprinkled them in his bed an hour after the bed linen shop closed for the week.

Just about midnight, the bully was howling up and down the halls. Never had another problem from him

I can't vouch for the truth of this, but a friend told me of another guy who's neighbor was a walking one eye.
One night in January this guy got a garden hose and turned it on mist, hanging from a tree over one eye's pickup.
Supposedly the truck was evaded in 6 inches of ice come morning.
7mm

At a welding/fab shop I worked at years ago we all sat at break time and played cards. One guy, Lenny, insisted on HIS chair in HIS spot at every break and would go ballistic if someone moved the chair or was in his spot.
Nice old heavy oak chair with arm rests, you all know the type.

One day I stayed after break with a grinder and knocked about 1/16 inch off each leg.
Next break, same thing.
etc.
Jump ahead about 2 weeks and the chair is getting mighty short but Lenny still didn't notice. By then even office personnel were aware of the prank and would all show up at break and lunch time waiting for the reaction.
Finally Lenny comes in and sits down. He slides the chair up to the table and puts his elbows up. He looks at the table, then his elbows, and tries it again. He stands up and looks under the table, as though we had propped it up higher or something, then sat down and tried it again. Finally he says WTF!!!! is going on here and everyone busted out laughing.
He never forgave me for that one. Ruined his favorite chair and he had to sit in the other junk ones like everyone else. That or sit on HIS chair and be about 3 and a half inches shorter than the rest of us.
Poor bastard.

My best prank ever...

I was thirteen or fourteen. One afternoon I decided I needed to see what kind of mischief I could cook up. I got a pair of jeans and a shirt out of my closet and pinned them together, stuffed with newspapers. I added a pair of boots and pinned them in place. I didn't have anything really good for a head, so I grabbed my football helmet and waited for late evening. As the light began to dim, I got an old bicycle out of the garage and laid it in the street near the curb, then laid my dummy out face down and placed the helmet so that it would have a head. Then I walked down the street a couple of houses and waited.

Just before it got dark, a car came down my street and slowed as it approached the scene of the disaster. I timed it perfectly and arrived there just as a young lady stopped and got out of her car. She said "it looks like someone got hurt!"

I was ad libbing the whole thing of course. I don't know what possessed me to make the move I made, but it seemed like the thing to do at the time. As she finished her announcement I took three or four long strides right at the dummy and kicked that football helmet straight up in the air. She screamed and I'd swear she was in drive and smokin those wheels before the helmet came down and hit the pavement.

I wonder who that poor girl was, and if she ever thinks about it. I do think about it now and then, and I smile every time.

Had a buddy put about a 100 Crickets in his buds car, them damn things are noisy!

The jackasses live among us.

Next time you find one his dogs, just hand his collar back.

6th grade halloween buddy and i put a smoke bomb in one teachers car. Another had a bag of dog crap set on his porch and set afire before the knock on his door. Bottom of bag covered in dried droppings but on top of them was a couple of fresh piles.

Hahaha.

Lots of growing up to do it seems.

We had a negro vice principal in High School that was the most prejudice POS ever. Always gave the white boys licks with his paddle for the least little infraction, but the black football players never received a lick, no matter what they did.
Anyhow his hands were deformed so they looked like two claws on each hand from some type of childhood accident playing with dynamite.

Last day of school we coated his office door’s inside door knob with vasoline and had him paged to his office over the school intercom. As he went in the door, a buddy pushed it closed and another buddy pulled the fire alarm next to his office. Took the old bastard 30 minutes to get out of there.

Had a friend and fellow coworker tell about this one. They and another close friend couple had an ongoing prank war going on, well one Saturday morning they were awakened at 6 AM by loud knocking at the door when they opened it a fellow asked them what they wanted for a set of tires. That's when they noticed that their drive way was cluttered with a mass of junk, tires clothes, etc with balloons tied to their mail box and a large sign advertising a garage sale starting a 6 AM. They had dragged all this in during the wee predawn hours.


One time at work (50 bed NICU) we were having a particularly busy and hectic day. The charge nurse on duty was sitting at her desk and exclaimed somewhat loudly that she wouldn't know what to do if we had a transport come in. Well in my own supportive way I picked up one of the bedside phones about 10 feet from her desk dialed her phone and in my best Pakistani accent ( a small town pediatrician known to refer patients) said "This is Dr. xxxxxx and I would like to arrange a transport for a newborn set of twins" well the expression on her face was priceless until she looked up and saw me waving the phone at her with a big smile on my face. We all had a good laugh over it.

When I was a kid back in the 60's dad got this old Irish guy he worked with real good.
The guy was a bigot something fierce. Absolutely hated blacks and made it widely known.

Well, this Kindly old black gent worked there and he and dad became friends. Good friends, the kind that families regularly get together for dinner and cards in the evenings.

St Pat's day was approaching. Dad came up with an idea. He invited papa bunny (that's what dad called him so that's what we all called him, too) over for dinner and measuring up. Mom made him a green vest and tophat with shamrocks and such just for the occasion.
He went to work wearing the outfit on St Pat's day proclaiming "I'm an Irish Leprechaun! I'm an Irish Leprechaun!"
That old. bigot was so mad he was cussing and stomping around and yelling all day long. Nearly gave him a heart attack. And it made it all the worse that everyone else working there laughed their asses off. The more he ranted and raved the more they all laughed.
Serves him right, IMO.

Buddy of mine from AK is the least mechanically inclined guy on earth. Drives old beaters and doesn’t know anything about them except where the keys and the gas go.

He noticed a strange smell coming from the vents in his car one summer and not knowing where to look just installed the trusty pine tree air freshener from the mirror. The pine trees really piled up as the summer wore on and the smell finally subsided towards the end of summer. About September or October he takes it in for an oil change and the guy calls him back in the shop to show him something. Seems another buddy that had came and spent a week at the cabin with him had installed a whole red salmon on top of the intake, wedged under the air cleaner and beside the valve cover. He drove around cooking that bad boy for a couple months!

Thats epic, Kellory.

Three of us went to SE Oregon coyote hunting and stayed in a hotel one night to get showers and dinner in town. My FFL buddy got pretty drunk and passed out so we decided to paint his toenails. The gal at the front desk had some polish and we bought it from her, a bright purple color. Next morning in a stupor he climbed in the shower. He said when he looked down and saw his purple toenails he jumped and thought he had caught some disease and they were going to fall off. He was a good sport about it.

Another time three of us were elk hunting on Sheep Mountain east of Bend Oregon. It was hot and dry but there were a few elk around in the junipers and water holes. One night I stayed out way after dark. On my way back to camp I hear Jim coming riding my 4 wheeler looking for me. He's not an experienced rider so I jumped in the ditch and wadded up my jacket. When he got close I threw the wadded up jacket out in the road in front of him and it opened up right when it wrapped itself around his face. He stammered and stuttered and finally got the atv stopped and pulled the jacket off his face cussing me. We all had a good laugh every time we remembered Jims Giant Owl Story and how he was attacked in the dark.

I went to a private Christian high school in a small prairie town. No TV, no rock music. No going downtown except on days the girls weren't there. Played every intramural sport (school couldn't afford insurance and cost of travel and equipment for inter-school athletics.) Could be boring though. Pranks were common.

Assistant boys Dean drove a beetle. We had an assembly every morning at 8AM. That hall had double doors with no center post. That beetle fit easily through the door. We parked it at the front of the hall. We thought about putting it on the stage, but we couldn't quite lift it. We thought that was pretty funny when it was there the next assembly.

If some knobs were in the shower, you could always flush all 8 of the toilets. That was good for a howl or two.

Or, if you trusted the sinks, that were unsupported and just bolted to the wall, not to break, you could jump up on them and reach the main shower valves. Shut off the hot water to encourage the hot water hogs to get out.

A little cord and a hockey stick allowed you to lock anyone in their room.

Had a roommate who was a little awkward. Some numbnuts baked some exlax into a brownie square and gave him the whole tray. I heard of this "joke" but he had already eaten half the tray. I declined his offer of some. About lights out the runs hit him. Man you could hear him running down the stairs from anywhere in that dorm. This went on through most of the night. He was moaning he didn't know what hit him, that is when I told him about the exlax in the brownie.

I can't recall what happened to the perpetrators. I haven't seen him for 35 years, but I heard that at one of the reunions of his class, that awkward, skinny and gangly boy had matured into a Jack Reacher type, 6'5", 240lbs. He road up in leathers on a Harley. No one offered him exlax in a brownie then.