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Ketchup pack is great under the little feet on the toilet seats. The unsuspecting soul doesn't know they are there, they then sit down and either they get shot with ketchup or they think they have a major bleeding hemi:D

Dennis
 
Drunk/ stoned people are also a never ending source of free entertainment. It usually starts with slowly swaying back and forth while talking to them. They soon think that the world is spinning too fast for them.
 
Heres one

Grab 2 cantalopes or something about that size and go into a public bathroom, and make sure there are people in the stalls on either side of you. Then make some loud abnoxios (sp?) grunting and groaning noises then drop one of the cantalopes in the toilet and sigh some relief. Then repeat with the second cantalope. the guys next to you are doing this:--)



one more, take some peanut butter and put it on a piece of TP and throw it into the stall next to you and ask if they can hand that back to you. :-{}
 
What's that joke about after an injector install,, somebody taps the underside of the truck?? Piers?? ANybody know anything about that,, All I've heard about it is,, the owners get a :eek: :eek: :eek: face. :confused: :{ And everybody else is Oo. :{ Oo. :p :D ROFL.



Any ideas?



Merrick Cummings Jr
 
Potatoes in the tailpipe

We had a little goober in high school that liked to stick potatoes in everyones exh. pipes so much that you had to check-em every day.

We had decided that this guy's fun had lasted long enough. The hood latch, on the pick-up that his daddy bought him, was in the grille, and I had a #2 pencil. I pulled the distributor cap and connected each post on the distributor cap with a pencil line. This was enough path to send each impulse to all spark plugs, thus, no-spark. It took the local GM dealer three days and a new HEI ignition system, before they found the tracked cap. :D :D
 
Now that's a good one... ... . never ever gave it a thought but now that it's been brought up it would be perfect! Especially if the cap was black-may be a little easier to see on a colored one! I'm gonna file that one for future reference :D



J
 
Back in High School my buddy Glen got mad at a geeky kid who drove a '52 Chebby. Wanted me to go with him while he p***ed in the guy's gas tank. So one night I went with him and sure enough Glen did the dirty into the guy's gas tank while I was the lookout. Well, I guess that old Chebby liked it because it just kept running like nothing had ever happened. This was in a small town, where everybody knew when somebody else's car was not running and that old Chebby just kept chugging along! :D
 
Oh wow, where to start?



High School: Someone put several bottles of Joy detergent into the evaporative cooler on the A/C. Entire cars were covered with suds. (I had nothing to do with this one)



We sat at big tables during lunch. One guys purpose in life was to reach over and smash everyones sack lunch about the time you sat down. That ended one day when I put carpet tacks through a piece of cardboard. I can still remember his face as he peeled my decoy lunch off of his hand. :D :D



Then there was the guy down the street who knew all, did all and ALWAYS had a better story. One day there were a group of us "argueing" about how many welding rods we could bend behind our neck when he walked up. That flux is pretty acidic on a hot sweaty Houston day with nothing to wash it off with.



Then at the fire station. My Lt at the time finally go fed up with one guys jokes. It seemed like it would never end. My Lt put a gallon or so of AFFF (read really viscous concentrated soap) in a 2A water extinguisher. Then he took the valve stem out of one of his tires and pumped the AFFF in. Now the tire was over 8lbs out of balance. Seems that the car was now difficult to hold on the road, even at 40mph. He showed up with a different car the next shift... . Said something about the mechanic saying the axle was bent but he would be willing to buy it since it was not really worth fixing. But then again, it was a GM X body.
 
Inline In-frame Overhaul Fun

When I used to work in a diesel shop as a teenager, we used to fill up the oil holes in the connecting rods with oil. Then, we would plug it with a little lithium grease.



To make sure we did not ding the journal, we always had someone underneath to line-up the conn-rod as we are knocking it in. Anyway, we ask the man underneath to double-check the rod and tell us when to knock it past the ring compressor. When he said OK, we would smack it real good, the plug of grease would come out and douse the guy right in the face with lube oil. Got chased a couple times for that one.
 
Oh My

one time a buddie and me went to the bar, we and a bunch others got pretty drunk well I had bought one of those easy opening flip top cans of chunkie stew and I had it under my coat , I opened it up and got it ready, then I acted as if I was getting sick and then pretended to barf on the counter bar, only the barf was actually the stew, My buddie proceeded to eat a few of the chunks of meat and other bar patrons were getting sick and one guy actually barfed too:eek: :eek: :eek: ... ... ... . Kevin
 
Good trick to play on your drunk buddy, or anyone for that matter is to sprinkle a fair amount of flour on their bed on the white sheets..... Flour is so thin and smooth that most people don't realize they are laying in it. They roll over and around in it all night and they get a really big surprise when they get up and look in the mirror in the morning... .



For fun around work I used to take the perforated edges that are on the boxed 8-1/2X11 printer paper, you know, the edges with the holes that you tear off after printing? I would tear off 4-5 feet of this and take a paper clip and make a hook through the edge and a bigger hook on the other end of the paper clip and when one of my co-workers walked by, I would hook it on one of their back belt loops, funny to watch them walk around work wondering why people are laughing at them...



kerryp
 
The Class of '81 at Arvada West High School was coming up pretty dull in the "senior pranks" department, and school was just about out. Me and some buddies were out in the teacher's parking lot on a Friday sticking half a watermelon under somebody's rear wheel. While working, we realized we weren't contributing a lot to society either and began to fantasize about a REAL prank.



You know how the "can you top this" game goes. Getting caught up in the moment, I said, "Wouldn't it be great if somebody rode a motorcycle through the school? Like Evil Knievel in that movie... "



One guy was skeptical. "That wouldn't work. Right inside the door you'd have to go up a flight of stairs by the principal's office. "



My dirt bike could do it, I declared, and without really meaning to, I was promptly nominated. Besides, I had the only motorcycle.



One thing led to another. We created plans, and saw that they were good. Even ingenious. I would enter the front door, go up the stairs by the office, ride down the halls, and exit whenever fate required. I would have sentinels posted at each exit and if it looked like things were going south, they would let me out and I'd escape. Monday during third hour - it was settled. There was no turning back.



I remember a fleeting impression as I entered the front door that day. I sure was glad I nixed the idea of removing the muffler from my bike - inside that front lobby it was WAY too loud already.



The stairs were a piece of cake, but after going by the office door, I promptly had the vice principal on my tail, shouting, screaming, cussing, and out of breath. I wondered if he was being able to read my license plate while he ran. I wondered why I hadn't tied a rag around that plate.



The thing I hadn't counted on was the reaction of the students. I don't know if word leaked out beforehand, but instantly the classrooms emptied and the hallways were jam packed with students. There was barely room for my handlebars. Worst of all, as I went by each door, I couldn't see any of my cohorts. I ended up making a loop and heading back toward the front lobby.



But Mr. Riley, the shop teacher who looked about 8 feet tall stepped in my path and I either had to stop, or hit him.



I stopped. I got hauled to the principals office. I got hauled from there to jail. I got hauled back to the principals office where he promised I would NOT graduate. (He was wrong about that. The lawyer I hired couldn't get me off the reckless driving ticket, but he convinced the school to back down. ) It took 10 years for my driving record and insurance rates to recover.



Every time I split a watermelon in half, I think about that Friday in the teacher's parking lot, and wish we'd a just been content with the small stuff...
 
Red laser pointer at 3 am with drunks walking down the street on the Purdue campus. Had many people praying, please don't shoot me. It was somewhat entertaining. Best one was 300 pounds of tractor wheel weights tucked into my roomate's bunk bed. Heard him come up to the cold air dorm and jump, I mean clunk into bed. Nothing like watching a 150 lb twurp carry two 150 lb wheel weights down three flights of stairs back to his truck. You can also put a water balloon between the spring and matress on the top bunk and the guy on the bottom bunk gets a bath. More later.



Jeremy
 
I used strips of duct tape and taped my ex-wife's hair to the headboard of the bed while she slept. Boy was that a mess. Talk about having a bad hair day. ... ... ... She deserved it though. :>
 
holy cripes williams

ductape the hair... ... ... ... :eek: :{ :-{} :mad: #@$%! :-laf :-laf

no wonder she divorced you, I would hate to get you mad:confused:
 
Walk into the room with your buddy and have some peanut butter right in the corner of your shoe, where the heel meets the sole, look at each other and ask do you smell I TRIED TO BY-PASS THE CUSSING FILTER? Start looking at your shoes and "find" the I TRIED TO BY-PASS THE CUSSING FILTER. Take a tad of it and sniff it, "looks and smells like I TRIED TO BY-PASS THE CUSSING FILTER". humm?? Taste it and announce "THIS TASTES LIKE I TRIED TO BY-PASS THE CUSSING FILTER".



My ex-boss ran to the head and barfed.
 
A good prank for school dorms or summer camp is to take a hot water bottle and fill it with ice water. Put it under the sheets at the foot of the bed. Tie a string to the plug and then to the bed frame leaving a little slack. Victim finds it and pulls the plug resulting in a wet blankie.



Another good one is to take a washer about 1 1/2" diameter and tie a string on it. Put it under the victims sheets and wait till he is asleep. Pull the washer beneath him from the safety of your bed. This gets results!
 
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