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Posted: 5/20/2023 3:31:08 PM EST
With modern social media, I feel people have forgotten what a prank is supposed to be.
A prank is when both people can get a laugh out of it. And it's harmless. One of mine... Had some woods across the street from my house and lived on a somewhat busy street. There was a sharp corner a few houses down so cars always had to slow down when passing the wooded area for the turn. We would go to a thrift store, buy an old purse, tie a fishing line to it, leave it in the street near a streetlight, and then wait just inside the wooded area with the other end tied to a stick for leverage. The trick was to find a spot with just enough lighting to see the purse but not enough to illuminate the fishing line. Think at one point we even spray painted the spool with matte black paint. Driver's would see the purse in the middle of the road, stop, usually lean down to pick it up, and we would yank on the fishing line to pull the purse back in the woods. One of my friends got elaborate and color photocopied 20 dollar bills to have them sticking out the top of the purse. Usually it was met with laughter with some name-calling. Like "you little shits!" But again, harmless. |
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I used to always rubber band the Faucet side spray hose so any time someone tried to use the faucet they got sprayed. Still do it some times lol
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Water-refillable fire extinguishers.
Grad night. Some kid was closing the gas station, but he cranked up the air pressure to somewhere off the pressure dial. Almost got our faces pushed in when someone failed to laugh. Good times! |
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We would take eggs and spray paint them flat black.
Then we would use the thinnest fishing line we could find and knot/electrical tape attach the eggs and suspend them at windshield height over a street lamp or telephone wire at night. Then we would all go hide in the bushes a safe distance away to watch and wait. |
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Gluing penny's to the floor in the food court at the mall to watch people try and pick them up.
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The kids in out neighborhood were fond of tying fishing line to a soda can, walking across the street, and then tying the other end of the line to another can. The 2 ends of the line would be hung from a fence post, telephone pole, bush....whatever. Usually the vehicle grill caught the line.....sometimes the radio antennae....but the cans would be a good 20 feet behind the car. One time.....we got a guy on a motorcycle. He wasn't amused. . |
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i would ding dong ditch and not get shot or we actually call it $#$@ knocking
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My kids put pop its under the feet of the toilet seat and scare my wife all the time.
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We did the purse trick once and filled it with cow crap, no fishing line attached. Couple of guys stop in a old CJ Jeep with no doors or top. Passenger opens puse and dumps cow pattys in his lap and then slings the purse out and they sped off cursing.
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Peeping under the door when my baby-sitter went to pee and masturbating thinking about it later.
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Had new kids in the neighborhood set off the foghorn at Keesler.
We would play capture the flag on the weekends, and the new kids would be all sweaty and thirsty due to the unbearable humidity. We told them that it was a water fountain. So, about midnight, on the weekends that new kids had moved in, they would set off this LOUD ASS FUCKING HORN that could be heard for miles. It was so loud, it would vibrate your soul. Some kids ran. Some shit their pants. Some just froze in place. Anyway, that was the prank. Getting new kids to set off the horn and wake up...oh, maybe a quarter million people. Well... one of those people was the base commander. He must have been complaining about being woke up by this friggin horn. Eventually he found out that it was HIS horn. Fucker padlocked it. Dick. ETA: anyone at Keesler in the summer of '84(ish?) can verify. |
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Coworker pranked another one. He was closed one night and opened the next morning. Left an unwrapped Baby Ruth bar in the toilet. A second coworker was the first to use the restroom and mentioned nothing of it.
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Taping fire crackers to people's windows and using cotton laundry line for a slow burning fuse.
We'd tape up a dozen homes up and down the street and watch the porch lights come on one-by-one. Of course I was 32 at the time and living in my folks basement. |
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Not really a kid but my first job out of HS was at a small att retailer. I screen shot the desktop and made it the desktop image then unchecked the display desktop icons.
Called out IT guy (whom I was friends with) to swing by cause my computer was acting weird. He spent 30 minutes scratching his head because the computer worked fine but for some reason none of desktop icons worked. After 30 minutes I couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing and told him. He starts cracking up and we had a good laugh over it. Had a buddy pull one at the motor pool. HMMWV had a kill switch so after extensive repairs to the vehicle it started up fine and they pulled it into the parking lot. Buddy shuts it down and goes you did most the work you should test it. So they get out and swap seats while buddy hits the kill switch and it won't start. They swap back around and he flips the kill switch starts rubbing the dash talking sweet to it and it fires right up. Shuts it down swap seats and he hits the kill switch again. Won't fire up so dude starts sweet talking and rubbing it. This goes back and forth a few rounds before buddy lets him fire it up and just starts dying laughing and tells him what he did. |
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Quoted: The kids in out neighborhood were fond of tying fishing line to a soda can, walking across the street, and then tying the other end of the line to another can. The 2 ends of the line would be hung from a fence post, telephone pole, bush....whatever. Usually the vehicle grill caught the line.....sometimes the radio antennae....but the cans would be a good 20 feet behind the car. One time.....we got a guy on a motorcycle. He wasn't amused. . View Quote We did that one quite a bit, best when the stopped and looked under the car trying to figure out what was making the noise. My buddy and I soaked, then dried candle wick in a salt peter solution, then timed it by the inch as time delay fuse. we would tape together 3-4 firecrackers, go to places where there was a security guard like the local school or apartments, and set them at 2-3 minute intervals all around the complex, then sit in the woods and watch the guy running in circles trying to catch whoever was throwing firecrackers… ETA: When we were old enough to drive, any armadillo or possum we could catch got transported to the tourist district around Disney, find an unlocked car at McDonald, sit back a watch…. |
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please don't do this on a busy street.
2 guys on opposite side of the road, bent over as if they are holding a piece of rope slack between them. when a car comes down the road (and this takes coordination) both lean backwards pretending to pull the imaginary rope tight. cars slams on brakes, kids run away laughing. repeat; DON'T do this on a busy street because the car that slams on the brakes may get rear-ended by the following car who did not see the kids. |
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A farmer used to pay me and a friend $1 for every woodchuck we shot. We made signs that said, "Caution, woodchuck crossing", and then spent the summer putting wheelbarrow loads of dead woodchucks across the road.
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Quoted: We did the purse trick once and filled it with cow crap, no fishing line attached. Couple of guys stop in a old CJ Jeep with no doors or top. Passenger opens puse and dumps cow pattys in his lap and then slings the purse out and they sped off cursing. View Quote That's so bad but hilarious. I can't imagine how I would handle that. It would be a mixture "Oh shit, this sucks" to "Oh shit, those clever bastards got me." |
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I must have been about 11 years old. Crank called some one but left a message. I learned what *69 was that afternoon. The guy was HEATED... He played the message back for my parents. My parents made me apologize and I caught a slap on the mouth. Never did it again
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Quoted: With modern social media, I feel people have forgotten what a prank is supposed to be. A prank is when both people can get a laugh out of it. And it's harmless. One of mine... Had some woods across the street from my house and lived on a somewhat busy street. There was a sharp corner a few houses down so cars always had to slow down when passing the wooded area for the turn. We would go to a thrift store, buy an old purse, tie a fishing line to it, leave it in the street near a streetlight, and then wait just inside the wooded area with the other end tied to a stick for leverage. The trick was to find a spot with just enough lighting to see the purse but not enough to illuminate the fishing line. Think at one point we even spray painted the spool with matte black paint. Driver's would see the purse in the middle of the road, stop, usually lean down to pick it up, and we would yank on the fishing line to pull the purse back in the woods. One of my friends got elaborate and color photocopied 20 dollar bills to have them sticking out the top of the purse. Usually it was met with laughter with some name-calling. Like "you little shits!" But again, harmless. View Quote We’re you born in 1939? |
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My high school buddies and I would go to store parking lots and place small balloons under car tires. Folks would back out of their parking spots and hear the pop. We'd see them get out, check all their tires, and look highly confused when everything looked intact.
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Quoted: I must have been about 11 years old. Crank called some one but left a message. I learned what *69 and the guy was HEATED... He played the message back for my parents. My parents made me apologize and I caught a slap on the mouth. Never did it again View Quote I feel like if most children were actually punished, they would learn a lesson. When I was around 12 I stole some Big League Chew gum from a mini-mart near my house. Of course I was being obvious and the guy caught me. Ended up grabbing the Big League Chew, slaps me across the face with it like he was challenging to duel, and saying "Don't come back you f-in bitch" in a Vietnamese accent. Never stole again. I totally forgot about it until visiting the store 20 years later. I figured the old man had passed but I was still got slightly nervous as an adult like someone would recognize me and remember. |
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Quoted: Quoted: With modern social media, I feel people have forgotten what a prank is supposed to be. A prank is when both people can get a laugh out of it. And it's harmless. One of mine... Had some woods across the street from my house and lived on a somewhat busy street. There was a sharp corner a few houses down so cars always had to slow down when passing the wooded area for the turn. We would go to a thrift store, buy an old purse, tie a fishing line to it, leave it in the street near a streetlight, and then wait just inside the wooded area with the other end tied to a stick for leverage. The trick was to find a spot with just enough lighting to see the purse but not enough to illuminate the fishing line. Think at one point we even spray painted the spool with matte black paint. Driver's would see the purse in the middle of the road, stop, usually lean down to pick it up, and we would yank on the fishing line to pull the purse back in the woods. One of my friends got elaborate and color photocopied 20 dollar bills to have them sticking out the top of the purse. Usually it was met with laughter with some name-calling. Like "you little shits!" But again, harmless. We’re you born in 1939? I'm in my early 40s. This was early 90's suburbia. |
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We used to go around parking lots with a gas can full of water and douse it on people’s cars. Until one day some old fucking pussy got out of his truck and drew down on us. Some people have no sense of humor.
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Door knockers on exterior doors.
You take about 4 feet of duct tape and put a golf ball in the middle and fold it together. Take another piece a foot long and make a T out of it. Tie some fishing line around the taped golf ball. Sneak up to the chosen victim and apply, sneak back to bushes and go to it. The best was knocking another series right after they closed the door. When done, yank the line to pull it off. One time the homeowners cat attacked it half way back, he spotted it and chased us while armed with a big ass chrome revolver. Never got close to us! |
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At about 8 years old I remember hearing about filling a paper bag with dog shit, putting it on someone's porch, lighting it on fire, ringing the doorbell and watching the hilarity as they tried to stomp it out. Dumb-ass me decided to try it out and proceeded to walk around the neighborhood scooping up piles of shit and putting them in the grocery bag I was carrying. Came walking back to our house to find my dad standing there watching me and asking what exactly I was up to. I remember mumbling something about it being a joke and then seeing stars as he smacked me in the head.
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Being the nice older brother and putting toothpaste on my brother's brush. It took him a few times to find the liquid hand soap underneath.
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I have 4 older sisters. I also had a big rubber snake, and a real snake. Whenever he got out, I'd stick rubber snake in someone's underware drawer and it never failed.
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In med school, we put a new plastic bed pan with apple juice & a Baby Ruth bar in the attending doctors lounge.
Stolen from Caddy Shack, but it royally pissed off some people & made others laugh. |
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Put an old fridge out in the road with "FREE BEER" painted on it. Hide in corn field and see
what happens when people stop. Tie fishing line to empty milk jug. Put jug in ditch and string line to other side of the road out into the corn field. Pull jug across road in front of cars at night. Many stopped. Some just drove on by as if nothing happened. |
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My classics:
Take those little snap-poppers you throw at the ground, and put them under the toilet seat nubs, and carefully lower the seat. Cigarette loads. Telling the new guy that the boss is hard of hearing and that you have to speak very loudly and really annunciate clearly when you meet him. |
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We canned cars. Tied a string to about 4-6 empty pop cans on either end - when the car came we pulled the string and the bumper would catch the string.
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Quoted: Peeping under the door when my baby-sitter went to pee and masturbating thinking about it later. View Quote Attached File |
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we used to go to the Blvd. behind our house at night, and take 2 empty cans and some thread and string them out access the street to some bushes in the center divide. then we'd pull it taught when a car would come by and listen to the cans rattle down the road.
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Quoted: The kids in out neighborhood were fond of tying fishing line to a soda can, walking across the street, and then tying the other end of the line to another can. The 2 ends of the line would be hung from a fence post, telephone pole, bush....whatever. Usually the vehicle grill caught the line.....sometimes the radio antennae....but the cans would be a good 20 feet behind the car. One time.....we got a guy on a motorcycle. He wasn't amused. . View Quote |
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The phone calls...
Is your refrigerator running? Your cow is in my garden? Aint got no cow...aint got no garden neither We lived way out in the country and no neighbors. I used to lay in the ditch next to Lower Kingston Road with my Red Ryder and wait for somebody to stop to see if I was alright |
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As a kid I’d always go to give all of my friends mom
A hug and instead French kiss them, it was hilarious!! Do it to my girlfriend’s mom too! To be a teenagers again |
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