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We all got our epic stories to tell...

*You must read the following with Sideshow Bob's voice*

My greatest prank?

Ah, this was a palatable story.

This tale started with a bunch of friends organizing a day trip to the local amusement park. I thought ahead of time to pull a trick on one of my friends… a large marshmallow of about 6'2 and 250 pounds. So before I left in the morning I took a huge bolt from my garage and tucked it in my pocket.

As the morning progressed, my plan started to take form and we planned to take on an old wooden roller coaster (called "Le Monstre") which happens to be one of my all time favorite rides. He wasn’t very keen on this ride as it causes a lot of noise as you ride it so understandable it sometimes unsettles people. I scouted it ahead of time to where the photo camera was located before we waited in line and it was conveniently placed.

As we waited in line I struck up random discussions about how unsafe Six Flag parks are now that La Ronde has been bought by Six Flags.... and so forth came my warnings of doom! As our turn finally came up, I stood beside him and we sat in the same row of seats… and it happened to be in the first row.

The ride started up and we slowly were going up the first huge mountain. We heard the wooden boards going KLANK KLANK KLANK KLANK KLANK and we went higher and higher and higher, giving us a nice view of the river, of downtown Montreal, of the entire park.... my friend's face started to slowly changed shades of pink to a whitish/green hue....my hand stealthily went into my pocket.

As we reached the peak of the first hill and about to go down the hill with huge velocity and knowing full well a camera that was taking pictures was only a few seconds away, I pull the bolt out of my pocket, hold it up and exclaim out loud... my voice cracking... "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?"

It was an epic moment.

There I was, on top of this ride, beside my large friend holding the huge bolt in my left hand, right in front of us... and with my right hand, slightly shaking the bar holding us down... I look at him in mock terror as the ride starts to go down....

Yeah, that camera picture?

Never happened… why? They were having some issues with that camera that day. Sometimes it never took pictures and sadly I was never able to get my hands on that moment.

But… he did piss himself.

When I was in College, I had an acquaintance named Frank. I hesitate to call Frank a "friend," it was more like he hung out with us because he liked playing quake and we liked playing quake but beyond that we barely tolerated him.

Well, Halloween night, Frank thought it would be funny to toilet paper my car.

My vengeance would not be denied.

I managed to get into his dorm room while he was away at the horror movie marathon at the student union building, and put a fresh turd in his pillow, between the pillow and the case, on the underside.

Can you imagine the scene that night? Coming home late from the movie showing, exhaustedly flopping into bed, eyes closed... what's that smell? He rolls over and thrusts his hands under the pillow...

I wish I could prank. I'm terrible at playing pranks. The best thing I can do is fool people into believing something by being deadpan, but that's no fun. Stupid tame Leslie.

You're too nice.

Seriously... the only person beside me able to pull a prank... is Gasbandit?

Or did I set the bar too high?

You very well might have.

I think the one thing I did that might count as a prank (although it was actually done as an act of kid justice) was when I buried a box of my dad's expensive cigars. After his father died of throat cancer, I begged my dad to stop smoking. He promised that the cigar he was smoking at the time would be his last, thinking eventually I'd forget I asked or something. The following week, he was smoking again... so I buried about $150 worth of smokeables and let him think that he'd given them away as gifts. They laid cement there about a year or so after I did that. I told him about 15 years later. He just laughed.

Jay definitely set the bar too high. I think of some of the lame "scare" pranks I pulled on my mom when I was 8 and it's like "Why bother mentioning? They're pathetic."

HCGLNS said:

Hmmm, that's a tough one. Looking back now most of the insidious stuff doesn't really seem prankish anymore, just plain cruel and unlawful. So I'm going to have go with the prank I most remember. It was back in my university days, Bill Clinton was still a podunk governor, Bill Gates was only a millionaire and Michelle Pfeiffer ruled the movieplexes. The dormitory I was living in was uniquely segmented into groups of 4 double rooms to a bathroom, called octads for men and octettes for girls. Each floor had two sets of octads and octettes and they were combined into a pairing by the staircase they shared. This created a bond between the octad and octette, often as playful rivalry and often romantic in nature. It also created some heated rivalries between other floors and staircases. My octad was seem as sort of the alpha octad, in my opinion quite justly, but also because we were the octad that everyone had to walk by when going up the stairs to their rooms. This often lead to friction and tension, and a slow war of pranks with an octad from the other staircase.

Now this prank war was minor for the most part, garbage can of water leaned against the door, meant envelope of shaving cream under the door, leading to stealing of showerheads to bolting washroom doors shut and so force. Really minor pranks, one or two got out of line, but all in all decent juvenile fun.

Until the insult. One of them insulted a girl from the octette to our octad, Normally an insult resulted in an upgrade of pranking, but in this case, they said something over the line.

So on the morning when everyone's parents were invited to visit, meet with their children and learn more about the university as a whole, the octad of the person who insulted our girl; found that their octad had a fresh layer of sod covering their carpeted floors, a white picket fence surrounding the entire octad and a cow with a name tag reading "Marks Girlfriend" munching on a bale of hay.

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from the Truth or Dare thread

Sorry

When someone left the room, and left their laptop on the desk, I took a screenshot of this person's desktop.

Set the screenshot as their desktop background.

Hid all the desktop icons and the taskbar.

And then when they came back, "Hey, why is nothing working?"

I actually have a video of what happened next, I wonder where it is now.

I.T pranks... love them.

Nothing beats rotating the screen 180 degrees, inverting the buttons and controls and putting the sensitivity to maximum. You can take it an extra step by doing what you did and leaving only the "My Computer" icon... but you'll remap it to something else... such as making it play a porn video with the volume on max. But make sure all system sounds are off.

Also, changing their phone language to Swedish is quite amusing as well.

Back in highschool we had computers for every student in every room (tech school), and I would swap the mice between two computers over the partition between them (still plugged in to the same computer) so Computer A was controlled by Mouse B, Computer B by Mouse A. There were so many wires that you couldn't tell, and nobody ever knew what was going on, no matter how many times I did it. It was a small, but fun prank.

I don't have too many, that one just came to mind.

Not my prank, wish to all hell it was.

We had in the old detachment an old mascot costume for some sort of DARE or MADD program or something, no one knows. The thing is ancient. At least 25 years. All that's left that's even really all that wearable is the old rabbit headgear.

So, one night we had a pretty full drunk tank. About 10 guys in there all huddled together because despite it being 25 degrees in the cells year round, they're always cold. One of the other guys in the other watch took the headgear and went into the tank and sat across from the huddle and stared at them with the rabbit's dead ragged eyes. Apparently no one said a words. He just stared at them and shook his head back and forth. Then got up, left the tank and had a good laugh. Well, the next morning, I was the guy on early and I was doing all the tank releases and I got story after story from the guys about how the big rabbit visited them last night and how he was disappointed in them. I wish I could have seen it.

It's not even really a prank. Just something bored mounties do in the dead of winter when it's SUPER quiet.

GasBandit said:

When I was in College, I had an acquaintance named Frank. I hesitate to call Frank a "friend," it was more like he hung out with us because he liked playing quake and we liked playing quake but beyond that we barely tolerated him.

Well, Halloween night, Frank thought it would be funny to toilet paper my car.

My vengeance would not be denied.

I managed to get into his dorm room while he was away at the horror movie marathon at the student union building, and put a fresh turd in his pillow, between the pillow and the case, on the underside.

Can you imagine the scene that night? Coming home late from the movie showing, exhaustedly flopping into bed, eyes closed... what's that smell? He rolls over and thrusts his hands under the pillow...

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someone needs to add Gas' story here: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DisproportionateRetribution

One time I released three pigs into my school with 1, 2, and 4 painted on the side.

You never did any such things.

GasBandit said:

When I was in College, I had an acquaintance named Frank. I hesitate to call Frank a "friend," it was more like he hung out with us because he liked playing quake and we liked playing quake but beyond that we barely tolerated him.

Well, Halloween night, Frank thought it would be funny to toilet paper my car.

My vengeance would not be denied.

I managed to get into his dorm room while he was away at the horror movie marathon at the student union building, and put a fresh turd in his pillow, between the pillow and the case, on the underside.

Can you imagine the scene that night? Coming home late from the movie showing, exhaustedly flopping into bed, eyes closed... what's that smell? He rolls over and thrusts his hands under the pillow...

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That is some seriously disgusting shit..

Charlie do you ever call asking if they found pig number three yet?

bhamv3 said:

When someone left the room, and left their laptop on the desk, I took a screenshot of this person's desktop.

Set the screenshot as their desktop background.

Hid all the desktop icons and the taskbar.

And then when they came back, "Hey, why is nothing working?"

I actually have a video of what happened next, I wonder where it is now.

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Love that one! We used to do it to the desktops all of the time. That and inverting the screen. Used to pull a lot of pranks. Bunches of us hoisting small cars over hedges and onto lawns. Rearranging furniture and messing with lighting on my stoner friends. At one warehouse an employee used to park too close to the loading dock which put him and his opened sunroof in range of the shipping peanut box filler so we have filled his car. We also pallet wrapped a few vehicles. It's like saran wrap but car sized! Done that to doorways as well, no one expects it! The best though was working for Computer City when Windows 95 came out and Microsoft wanted all of the displays wrapped in black pallet wrap for the grand midnight unveiling. Working overnight to prep one of my staff and I got giddy and overcaffeinated around 3AM and decided to wrap the business manager's office, which was a quad-sized cubicle. When he cut away the wrap to enter his office he found that we had individually wrapped every item in there. Cup holder, pencils and pens, shirt, tie, each individually wrapped. He cut his file cabinet free only to open a drawer and find the hanging files...wrapped. He loved it though, the guy had a great sense of humor and would look forward to what we would pull next.

My world has become entirely too staid...I need to prank a few clients...got a call about some ceiling-mounted projector installations...what could I possibly do with a projector and some cut-out shapes? Hmmm.......

I know the husband and I have pulled off some awesome pranks before...but I only have the time to describe one, that was done by me alone, when I lived at home.

My sister was about 13 or 14 at the time. She was planning on having a sleep over and wanter to show off how awesome she was by getting a horror movie. After annoying every single one of us about it for days before the party Dad finally consented and told me to bring her to the video store and to call him from the store if they wouldn't let us have the movie we picked out.

I went and became cross with my red headed sibling. She was reading the back of each DVD as if she were decrypting the dead sea scrolls. I would try to hurry her along, recommending movies my friends had told me were great but all I got was back talk because "you are a chickenshit!"

This set me against her. I waited. Plotting. Watching each movie she picked up with a growing fury, my cell phone clenched in my hand...then she settles on The Ring. I smirk. I had never seen the movie but my best friend, a horror movie nut, had and knew the movie inside and out right down to the time codes of the fucking thing. We went home and I sent my friend a message, asking for, from the start of the movie proper, when did that phone ring?

The teeny boppers arrive and soon her room is filled with giggling and talk that is too loud. My resolve is strengthened. Dad and Michelle leave for the evening. I wait...finally she pops out of the room to get snacks, they are about to watch the movie. I ask her if she would like me to make her pop corn. She readily agrees. When I bring it to them I check the time code on the DVD player and set my cell phone alarm when I leave the room.

There were advantages of having a basement bed room. Rarely being checked on, loud music, ultimate privacy...and I was right next to furnace room, where the switch box was located. I sat in that furnace room, waiting, fixing the hair on a black wig I had from Halloween and glancing between my Cell phone and switch box. The alarm finally rang and I dialed our home phone number.

I could hear a few startled shrieks from upstairs that quickly dissolved into uneasy laughter. The phone kept ringing until my sister figured out I wasn't going to pick up. "Hello?' She said with a voice that was too happy.

"Seven Daysssss," I hissed into the receiver. I wanted so badly to hear what her response would be but I had to maintain the charade! I hung up as she started laughing into the phone, asking who this was. I turned and cut the power to the upper floors.

The screams were like nectar to me and I craved MORE. I affixed the wig to my scalp and ascended the basement stairs as qucikly and with as much stealth I could muster. As I reached the top my sister and her friends and finally gained the good sense to clammour to her bed room door and run out.

I beat them to the stairs leading to them. I was already on all fours, two feet and two hands climbing the stairs like fucking Gollum. If the screams they let out when I turned off the lights were nectar, these screams were WINE. Beautiful, high and shrill. The pushed it each other, stumblig and climbing on one another to get back in Aprils room. Trying to push someone out as bait...in the end they all made it in and locked them selves in.

I ran back down and turned on the lights again, fixing the panel, hiding the wigs and my too big clothing. I erased the phone call from the recent call history in my cell phone, checked myself in the mirror and stormed up the stairs to confront them over the racket.

My parents didn't believe april or her friend, there was no proof and I maintained I was asleep through the whole thing. She wasn't allowed ot have horror movies in the house for another year or two. I eventually fessed up...and my dad had a good laugh at it. Sister didn't.

To this day I wish I had taken it further. I should have went to them after everything, said there was nothing wrong, went back down stairs to demonstrate this...and kidnapped myself or something. Alas, there was only me. That would have required an accomplice.

Oh Sin, I would have milked that for all it was worth. Called a few friends to come over and terrorize them. But what you did was brilliant.

Frankie Williamson said:

Not my prank, wish to all hell it was.

We had in the old detachment an old mascot costume for some sort of DARE or MADD program or something, no one knows. The thing is ancient. At least 25 years. All that's left that's even really all that wearable is the old rabbit headgear.

So, one night we had a pretty full drunk tank. About 10 guys in there all huddled together because despite it being 25 degrees in the cells year round, they're always cold. One of the other guys in the other watch took the headgear and went into the tank and sat across from the huddle and stared at them with the rabbit's dead ragged eyes. Apparently no one said a words. He just stared at them and shook his head back and forth. Then got up, left the tank and had a good laugh. Well, the next morning, I was the guy on early and I was doing all the tank releases and I got story after story from the guys about how the big rabbit visited them last night and how he was disappointed in them. I wish I could have seen it.

It's not even really a prank. Just something bored mounties do in the dead of winter when it's SUPER quiet.

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dude, thats seriously awesome... he may have made a couple drunks think about their drinking habits thoroughly enough to get them off the sauce.

That's a good one Sin. Excellent prank.

I tried to do you proud by telling it in your style.

Awesome, LittleSin. Awesome.

That, LittleSin, just rules!

Yeah, LS /thread

Well my prank is kinda tame in comparison, but the result was kind of amusing. One of the managers at my work, has a habit of avoiding work, by walking around the store "while on a phonecall". After a few times I noticed he said the same line over and over whenever he passed by somebody. One day I had finished most of my work and was just cleaning a few dusty things when I heard him on the phone to laziness. Ran down to the staff room and grabbed my mobile to ring the store number. The loud shrill ring of the cordless phone in his ear made him fumble...and drop the phone into the chip fryer. Watching him explain that to the store manager was hilarious. My retribution form the prank? He drank a 6 pack I left at his house. Totally worth it!

My God, LittleSin... that's so awesomely trauma-inducing... I'm in awe.

Not as good as you guys' but I find it funny. Last year my roommate showed me this prank website where you enter your phone number and its supposed to track where you are, so I tried it and it was a prank. Later that night I was getting these weird recordings called to my phone so I freaked out thinking that site was going to fuck with my phone permanently or something. Turns out its a prank call website.
Anywho, as me and my roomate bunked, he had top bunk and taped a picture of ashley tisdale to his ceiling so he could look at it when he laid in bed. I decided to print of a picture of gay porn and cover it. Kinda meh, but it took him over a day to notice and freaked him out a lot when he found out.