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Great jokes, thanks everybody!
Another good computer-related one: If your victim has a fairly new computer with a Nvidia graphics card with new drivers, you can right click on the desktop and go to the nview tab... From here you can flip the screen, so that everything is reversed! It's impossible to figure it out if you don't know about that option, and your victim will have a real hard time undoing it, when his mouse pointer moves the direct opposite way than he thinks! |
Pepsi just ran a promotion where you could send in specially marked soda caps and you would get a free NFL team hat, with a limit of 3 for any person or household. My brother and I both sent in for the limit, plus more sent to friends' houses. We joked about how the hats would probably be Uber-crappy and it gave me an idea. I knew which hats he ordered, so I decided to "send" some fake hats to him. I printed up a fake Pepsi form letter thanking him for his participation and a fake FedEx label for the boxes. I bought some plain tan baseball caps on clearance at Wal-Mart for $1 a piece. I went to a fabric shop and bought some paper-thin fabric that had all of the teams’ helmets on it. I cut out the helmets of the 3 teams he ordered and glued them as crappily as possible on the front of the hats. I left clumps of glue and made sure they were wrinkled. I also glued small NFL crests from the fabric onto the backs of the hats for added realism. The hats looked like crap, but were realistic enough, especially with the crests on the back, that they looked exactly like the kind of crap Pepsi might give away. I put the hats and letters in the boxes, sealed them up, dropped them on his porch, and waited for the hilarity. He is a big Bengals fan and it was the week after they beat the Chiefs, so when he saw them, he was very excited about wearing the new Bengals hat he had ordered. He believed that they were the actual hats. He was so angry. He said he was going to crap in the boxes and send them back to Pepsi because that is what they sent him. He also said he was going to write them a letter bitching about how crappy the hats were. After milking it for angry comments for a couple of hours I told him the truth.
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Me and my friend planned this extremely weak trick for a party. We got a bunch of people round, and i announced that i was gonna kill my friend by strangulation. I did a sleeper hold on him (of the 20 odd people watching i was shocked that not one knew what i was doing), and he was knocked out for around 8 seconds, by which time i had said that i would bring him back to life through magic. I waved my hands over his face as he woke and he said 'Whoa... did i die?'
People were suprisingly impressed. |
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Now the screen will look ok, but the mouse is "inverted" - and nothing will work. |
Used this in my office, find someone who keeps a big umbrella in their office.
Go to the three hole punch, remove all the little punches. open said umbrella and pack the punches all the way at the top. Close umbrella tight. Wait for a rainy day. |
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I've seen many practical joke sites on the Internet but most of them are simply schemes to utterly destroy an aspect of someone's life. There's a difference between something you can go to jail for and something that would be funny. Examples I frequently see: "One time we took a bunch of chemicals from the lab at college and poured them all into a cauldron. Then we lit it on fire and blew half of the chemistry lab up in flames! It was fun and people couldn't believe we did it." Or how about the classic "Get your neighbor real good! Shoot their dog with a gun and put it on their doorstep. Ha ha!" "Poor chemical XXX in someone's car and watch their engine blow up a mile down the road!" None of these are practical jokes. They're crimes that you can go to jail for. I hate when people say practical jokes but really mean "plot to destroy someone's life." Sorry to bitch and moan but I see this happening a lot. Let's keep it realistic! The only practical joke I can think of is concerning me wanting to be a teacher. When I graduation with my Bachelor's I'd love to go to my first class that I have to teach and sit down at a desk and act like I was a student. Then ask if anyone had heard anything about the teacher. The entire class would be talking about what the teacher was like, then I'd just get up and walk to the front and say "Hey, I'm your teacher." It'd probably embarass the hell out of the students. :) -Lasereth |
Friend of mine has been working on this for two years. Two years ago he and a friend told a third friend that the second friend had started working kids birthday parties as a clown. They have discussed this on and off every few months or so with the second friend making up some stories about the different parties he has been working and how the business pays well and has been picking up. Soon, they will tell the third friend that they need his help as a fill in at a party--fun experience and good money. They will buy him a clown suit and send him to either 1) a fake party with all of their friends so they can all enjoy him showing up in the outfit; or 2) simply send him out to one of his bosses houses in the outfit at around 6:00 p.m. one night to see what happens after he rings the bell in his outfit and asks to come in for the "party."
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My friends and I used to fuck with people in their sleep all the time. Make up, markers, sprinkles, whatever was handy. This is by far the best prank we've ever pulled on anyone though.
I've got a friend who, when he drinks too much, is dead to the world. One night he passed out over at my house when I had another particularly cruel friend over. We started out making him punch himself in the nuts, nothing. Then the other friend (I swear) shoved the first's cell phone down his pants and called and called and called (his phone vibrated more than any other I've seen). After nothing could get him up, we decided to duct tape him. We interlocked his fingers and completely covered both hands with tape, than taped his feet together, and just for good measure, put 2 little squares over his eyes. BUT none of that woke him up, so we were forced to squirt lemon juice into his mouth. That woke him up quickly! I've never laughed that hard in my life! We were 5 feet away from him laughing our asses off while he's using his taped up hands to try and paw the tape off his eyes. After about 30 minutes he got it all off, went to the kitchen sink, pissed in it and went back to sleep. |
My father likes to relate this tale every year during the holidays...
When he was a boy, his father who was a strict, hard disciplined, enlisted military man moved the family to germany for a tour of duty. His father purchased a large old house just outside of the base. The thing about this old house was that under the dinner table on the floor there was a button that sounded a bell. The purpose of the bell was to summon the cook or maid to the dining room. It was on the floor so you could summon the main/cook without getting up or having to stop eating. My father's father had no clue there was a button under the table and because it sounded like it was a door bell, his father thought it was some kids ringing the doorbell and running away. Everyday for two weeks, when his father would come home and sit down for dinner, right as he would take his first bite of the meal, my father would press button with his foot. By the second week, his father finally freaked out! This was a man known for his stone cold composure and unbreakable willpower and patience. Unfortunately, my father's brother started laughing uncontrollably after grandfather had his "fit". He ended up having to tell my grandfather about the button. My grandfather promptly, removed the food and dishes, overturned the table, and ripped up the entire wiring system under the floorboards, put the table back and reset the table and finished his meal without saying a word. The incident was never mentioned again in my grandfather's presence for over 60 years... - mav |
Some good ideas here. Last month one of the apprentices cut his hand on a chop saw at work. My foreman told me he had cut of 2 fingers and could I look in the extraction silo and see if I could recover them. I spent 45 minutes busting my ass before the git let on that it was a joke :(
I got even big time. I got the spare keys to his nice new work van and moved his van from outside his house to a pub's car park about 1/2 a mile away from his house. He woke up in the morning thinking his van had been stolen. When he arrived at work some 3 hours later he was really pissed off :) When the police phoned my boss to tell them the van had been recovered from a pub car park it made it look like my foreman had got drunk and forgotten where he had parked :D Revenge is a dish best served cold |
Just saw this the other day and didn't see it in the post - a classic prank because they got it on film so you know it's real.
Harvard doesn't always mean smart |
friend of mine tried talking a couple of us into taking the tires off her boyfriend's car during Easter Mass one year, and leaving it on cinderblocks. this friend also hates ketchup. two unrelated facts combined to make a great practical joke.
well, her boyfriend was a friend of ours as well, and had a brand new car. his girlfriend drove a mid-70s VW. Rather than leaving her boyfriend's car on cinderblocks, we take her car, wedge the front tires with two two-by fours, put the rear wheels on cinderblocks, and take her tires and roll them out back of one of the church buildings. then we took ketchup, and wrote April Fools all over every window of her car, then put some on the door handles. she comes walking out of Easter Mass with this big shit-eating grin on her face, talking to her boyfriend, expecting to find his car on cinderblocks. they walk past his car, and lo and behold, his car is fine. as she is now rather curious why we hadn't followed through on the deal, she walks up to her VW to find it covered in ketchup (which she refused to get within 6 feet of), sitting on cinderblocks. :D |
We had a couple of guys from work out to the bar one evening for a combination "going-away/birthday" party. One was heading back to school and the other had recently had his birthday. Anyway, we told each of them that we were planning to 'pie' the other one, and it was their job to keep them talking and maintain eye contact so that we could sneak up behind them with the pie.
LOL - Neither one of them suspected a thing... |
This isn't really a practical joke, but it was funny as hell..
Yesterday me and my roommate wrestled my other roommate to the ground and wrote our initials on his ass cheeks and drew a heart around the initials (in permanent marker). Then we wrote "Insert penis here" above his ass crack and drew an arrow pointing towards his ass hole :lol: :lol: |
The Compleat Practical Joker, by the American writer H. Allen Smith. published in 1953
(spelling is correct) Some wonderful stories in it. |
I didn't do this one, it was my father-in-law, Jack(RIP). He had a neighbor that bought some new car and was bragging about what great gas mileage it was supposed to get. Jack knew this guy kept track of his gas mileage religiously.
So Jack had a great idea. He went over to his neighbor's driveway every night for 2 weeks and added 5 gallons of gas to his neighbor's gas tank. His neighbor could not talk enough about the amazing mileage he was getting, better than what the dealer told him! After 2 weeks of this, my FIL took his siphon pump and started taking 5 gallons OUT of the guys tank every night. He freaked out! To the point where he was going to return his car to the dealership and tell them there was a serious problem with his engine. So Jack had to tell him what he had been doing. I think it's one of the funniest ideas I have heard of. |
i work in a hospital and one of my co-workers is a coffee fanatic, we'll call her mary. another nurse noticed that mary leaves her coffee creamer in the kitchen next to the coffee maker while at work and then takes it home with her every morning (we work nights). he started putting a spoon full of thickner (a powdery subtance that thickens liquids--the more thickner you use, the thicker the liquid becomes) in her creamer every time they worked together for about two weeks. now thickner isn't as effective in hot liquids as it is cold, so as long as she drank the coffee fast we knew she wouldn't notice. but one night mary came into work pissed. she'd gone home that morning and fixed herself some coffee. she got up to answer her phone and when she went back to her coffee it had cooled down and was rock hard. after thinking about it for a couple of minutes she figured out what one of her co-workers had done. i just wish it had happened while we were at work! seeing her face would have been priceless.
another one from work, we have bed alarms that we use on patients who aren't allowed up but get confused and get up anyway. they emit a loud, high-pitched beeping to alert us the patient is up. you attatch one end to the bed and the other end to the patient's gown and when they sit or stand up, the magnet connecting the two loses contact and sets off the alarm. well, mary has a nasty habit of nodding off while sitting at the desk working on her charting. one night while she was dozing, we attatched a bed alarm to her chair and clipped it to her clothes. when she finally got up about 15 minutes later she set off the bed alarm. scared the hell out of her and had her running circles around her chair trying to shut it off. and there is the classic ky jelly on the phones thing. we got in trouble for that one morning though. someone had forgotten to clean up their prank before the morning shift arrived. one of the doctors came in, picked the phone up, had his ear and chin smeared with ky, set the phone back down and promptly walked over to the manager's office. funny only because i'm not the one who got in trouble for it! one that i and some friends from work are currently working on is a fake engagement announcement. we have a friend who is dead set against getting married--ever. he's not currently dating anyone so we're working on an announcement to send it to the papers (complete with photo). doubt he'll see it, but we know he'll get questions from friends and family on it! one i didn't do but lmao when i heard about it. a friend took a couple of ammonia smelling sticks (what you wave under the nose of someone who has passed out) and taped them to the bottom of another friend's gas pedal. when he hit open road and stomped the gas he busted the sticks releasing the ammonia odor. hilarious! |
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it would be dangerous if you used a ton of them, or had someone who wasn't used to the smell. but these guys are both in ems and use them all the time. the guy had to roll his windows down, and his eyes and nose were burning a bit--but it wasn't extreme.
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a couple years ago i went on a school trip to hawaii, well there was this really annoying kid who we fucked with a lot, i feel bad about most of what we did now but it was funny at the time.
One night near the end of the trip we duct taped him to his cot (we were sleeping in cabins of 6) and then covered him in whip cream and sat there next to him with a video camera pretending to be sleeping. took him a halfhour and a lot of confusion to figure out what had happened. While on the same trip we had a scorpion that we would piss off and then catch centipedes and have them fight. well the scorpion drowned and we stuck it in the bottom of his duffle bag for the trip home. My friend there also had the teacher who took us make up a noose and then he took that stuck that in the bag with a post card that said "Were watching you". i couldnt have part in that one. About 5 years ago i noticed a real estate business near where i live that leaves all their open house signs outside in an alley, well i want to take a bunch of those some night and find a nice house on a sunday to post up some Open House posts and sit across there street with a video camera and a mic next to the door to catch the house owners and potential buyers reaction to eachother. We could never decide whether to do it to a stranger or someone we know though. one day it will be done |
I was hiking through the desert in South Africa as part of an expedition team. One girl had been pissing us off to our limits for the past two weeks. We put three of the largest rocks we could find in her rucksack. She didn't realise for two days, by which time she'd pulled two muscles and had shoulders that resembled raw meat because of the extra weight. I'd feel bad, but she really did deserve it.
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I've got a few, but I'll share one for now:
A few years ago, we had a young new broker working with us who was a pretty good guy, even if he was from Alabama. He went out after a work function and met a very nice young lady that he tried but failed to convince to come home with him. They parted on good terms, though. At the same time, one of our other young brokers, who was the first one's best friend in the office, was working in London on an exchange program. These two would usually talk and email a couple of times a day just to shoot the shit. The first guy told the second about the woman the night before and that he'd kind of liked her. Unfortunately, he mentioned her name (which was Indian-sounding [dot, not woo-woo]). Well, the guy in London, having some time to burn, set up a hotmail address with as close to a phonetic spelling of the name as he could and email the guy back here. They flirted back and forth until the guy in the US suggested they meet for lunch. That's when the second guy called several of us in the office to get help. We gathered a big lunch crew (it was a Friday and coinidentally our summer interns' last day) and told the first guy where we were going. Then we set up a big reservation at a restaurant that we'd already told the London guy to get the first to. We got there about 20 minutes ahead of him and got the maitre'd involved (he thought it was awesome). When the first guy walked into the restaurant, the maitre'd greeted him by name (we'd given him a picture, but he'd been there in the past and was just arrogant enough to think they'd remember him) and took him back to his table. Which was right next to ours. And only had one place setting. The best part was that he honestly didn't get it for about 10 minutes. He just sort of looked at us while we all laughed. Finally he said, "well, I'm waiting for a date, so I'll talk to you guys later." Someone (maybe me, I don't really remember) asked him what the chances were of someone setting up a dummy hotmail account, emailing him so he'd show up in front of all of and then having all of us sitting next to him and his "date" at a table with one place setting. He ended up storming out and was all pissed off for about a week. The cherry on the sundae, though, was later that afternoon when he was in the hallway retelling his side of the story about what assholes we all were to the girl that he had a big crush on. She asked the name of the other girl, and when he told her, she vaguely described an Indian girl with the body-type he'd like. Of course that sounded JUST LIKE her, so she said, "I don't ever use the word 'hate', but I HATE her. She was my roommate our freshman year of college and she's the biggest bitch in the world." None of which was true. |
take your video camera.. get some footage of the toilet including a flush or two and then during the party, wait for the hottest or shyest girl to use the can. When she leaves pop the footage on the tv and start it. When she walks out she'll think you have a live camera in there and you were watchin her do her business.
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I've seen pictures of your wife and now understand and agree with your logic.
Carry on, sir. But not before you send her naked pictures to me. You know, for scientific reasons. Study and whatnot. |
you'll have to pay a nice penny for those ;)
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I had a very nerdy roommate in college (I'm nerdy too, so it's ok) who had a Lamp Commander set up in his room. Basically, it's a voice activated power strip/outlet that works like the clapper. Say; "Lamp Commander" BEEP beep, "Lights on." boop. "Lamp Commander," BEEP beep, "Lights off." Boop.
Anyway, my roommate (call him B) always had a very messy room, and his habit every night was to go into his room, climb onto the top bunk, turn on his lights and read for a while. One night when he was out, we took the bottom part of a blender, plugged it into the lamp commander, and buried it under some clothes. Some time after midnight, B comes home and sleepily goes to his room. A few minutes later, I hear him jump up onto his bed and say "Lamp Commander." Suddenly the electric motor of the blender kicks on, scaring the crap out of him. He can't figure out what's going on, and since the blender makes so much noise, the voice recognition won't let him turn it off. He climbs down and frantically searches through a 3 foot pile of clothes and books looking the whatever the machine is. B came out of the room, looked at me, and I just pointed to the other room where my other roommate was sleeping. B marched in, plugged the blender into the wall, put it on high and walked out. My other roommate, who helped set it up woke up confused but then started laughing. B was pretty pissed. :) |
I haven't got around to it, and it's sad that I may not be there to witness the prank.
You know those security tabs that stores with stick to the inside of DVD boxes and on colonge packages? I have a few that weren't deactivated, and I have to remember to stick one in my friend's wallet. hehehe :) BTW, Latenter, that was awesome :thumbsup: |
Long time ago now but...
The school bully was a mean bastard. Would stab you in the leg in class with a pair of compasses that sort of thing just for a laugh. Group of us decided to he was constipated so we doctored a bar of chocolate with a large dose of laxative and let him steal it. By the end of the school day nothing had happened and we'd kinda given up hope. Next day totally out of the blue we overheard him announce to a group of his mates that he'd "had to cycle home dam fast last night". He was into cycle racing so I imagine he may have broken a few records on his five mile trip home. ---------- Post added at 02:58 PM ---------- Previous post was at 02:48 PM ---------- Not me but... At university a friend of mine rented a room in a family house. The son of the landlady was a brat, very annoying. He was allways trying to get my friend to do his homework. One day he'd been persuaded to write a short essay in pencil in the kids note book. The idea being that the kid would just write over the words in ink so that the essay was was in his own handwriting (this a few years before word processors). Next day the kid came home in a bad mood because he'd been sent to see the school head to be punished. Apparently my friend had inserted "Teacher has cheesy feet" in the middle of his physics essay and the kid had gone over it in ink without even reading it :-) |
Tape down the trigger on the spray nozzle in the kitchen sink. Aim it directly at whomever will be turning the water on. Laugh.
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Get an egg. Remove the yolk. Beat the whites. Use a paintbrush to paint a thin layer inside someone's shoes. Let them dry.
Talk about that weird foot fungus that smells like rotten eggs while around them. :D (This works best in the summer.) |
We had a bowl of fortune cookies in the upstairs office. They were not individually wrapped, so I pulled the paper fortune out of one cookie and replaced it with a small one that I wrote: "Help! I'm being held hostage in a fortune cookie factory." Never did find out who got that cookie.
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I used to work for a banking association. At Christmas, we'd get loads of edible gifts from other banks. They'd all be available in the break room for everyone to help themselves to. One bank sent a massive box of Whittman's assorted chocolates. I took a spoon and started taking bits off of pieces, like someone took a bite out of the chocolate and put it back because they didn't like what was inside. I did this with several over a period of about 4 days. Finally someone threw out the box.
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get some ketchup packets, fold in half, put on rim of toilet, rest toilet seat on top. when someone sits down, comedy ensues.
reprogram all speed dial numbers. if you hate them, get them a subscription to the NAMBLA newsletter, have it sent to their work. ive always wanted to sneak into someone's room and glue all the furniture to the ceiling, so they walk into an upside down room. |
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