I must admit he got me good. Dang, cant out smart Hoot!

 

Fast, spell "fushia"

 

fsuaih

Howd I do?

 

Well, I was more often the brunt of pranks than the giver of them, so maybe I should share one of the better ones I got nailed with.

I was in the Navy, working down in the engine room of a guided missile cruiser. I was a newbie on board, prime game for the requisite initiation rites every newbie must endure to become one of the gang.

I thought I knew all the tricks and pranks the guys could pull. Errands for light bulb repair kits, squeegee sharpeners, etc. fell upon deaf ears. They never could get me to go for the mail buoy watch, and I quickly figured out what a B1RD was, so I didn't stand that watch, either. And I knew damn well there wasn't a crank I had to turn to get the ship's mast low enough to pass underneath the San Diego Bay bridge.

So, one day I'm in the engine room, smugly believing I had outsmarted these guys. Then my supervisor says I need to go to the boiler room and get a BT punch for a project he's working on in the engine room. I thought that was a little odd, since BT sounded a lot like the acronym for Boiler Techs, the guys who run the boilers.I went anyway, thinking maybe it was a unique tool I hadn't heard of.

Well, I got a BT punch all right. They found the biggest man in the boiler room with boulders for fists and a chest that the ship could use to break up ice in the Arctic Circle if he was lashed to the bow.
"You need a BT punch?" he bellowed over the shrieking noise of the boilers.
"Sure."
BOOM!!! He knocked me onto the deckplates. I was instantly reminded of the old Hawaiian Punch commercials of the '70's, and felt like a sucker.

Oh well!

 

This may not go in the Practical Jokes Hall of Fame, but I thought it was pretty funny when it happened, about 5 years ago. Eventually, my wife might get a chuckle out of it too (maybe).

One night, Amy was reading in bed, as she often does. This time, she was reading a horror novel, "The Witching Hour", by Anne Rice. I knew it was a pretty scary book. I was on my side facing her, trying to fall asleep. She was holding her book in one hand, and her other hand was on top of my head, in my hair. I noticed that she would occasionally twitch her fingers. I figured this was a nervous reation to a scary part in the book, and my plan was made...

For the next 15-20 minutes, I lay still, pretending to be asleep. Her fingers would move now and then, but I was waiting until the pace of her nervous twitching really picked up. Sure enough, I could tell that she had reached a really scary part of the book.

At that moment, as suddenly as I could, I reached over and grabbed her, while growling demonic monster noises right in her face! You never saw a woman move so fast! She absolutely freaked! I mean, completely lost it. She bolted across the room, screaming. I though she was going to have a heart attack.

Once I realized that she was going to be OK and I wasn't going to have to dial 911, I started laughing about how good I'd scared her. With a full dose of adrenaline shooting through her, my laughter was not the best medicine. Amy normally has a great sense of humor, but she was really mad! She started throwing stuff and cursing me out, and stomped around for a good 30 minutes before coming back to bed. She was way too mad to sleep, even after a couple of aplogies.

If you have the opportunity to duplicate this stunt, make sure you've got a comfortable sofa or clean sheets in the guest room!

 

These are still funny.

 

Dave...thats great, I will have yo try it sometime.


My story goes a lot the same, I was with 3 friends and my bro. It was late out (2am or so) and we were all pretty much wasted. So in the never ending search for things to do we went to one of the girls houses. Well directly across from the house there is a rather large graveyard, we started walking (stumbling) through this graveyard. Well the one guy and his gf go off one direction and my brother just ran (stumbling) into the darkness. Well I was walking along with the other girl and I gave out a whistle to my bro. In the distance I hear his faint whistle and we stumble in that direction. The whole time we walked my brother and I communicated, the girl I was with had no idea what was going on. So we approach my brother (2-3 feet away hiding behind a bush) she never saw him. When he jumped out she nearly lost her mind. It was all I could do to calm he down that night.

 

practical jokes huh?
well when i worked at bayliner the first shift person in my job left a wad of seal on the inside of the hull in the engine comp. i ended up putting my head it in . so i got a wad of paper towels and grabed it and stuck in on the top of his tool box . he in turns bondo's up the key hole on my tool box padlock . so i built a plywood box . fiberglassed it together and laminated it to the floor with his tool box inside of it ...lol

 

When I was a helper on a jobsite, I was told to go down into the basement and bring up that spackle bucket in the corner. So I go get it and bring it upstairs, whip off the lid and find the nastiest, foulest leftovers of human fecal matter.
I never noticed the gang of guys stopped working, everthing was quite, they were all in on it, all busting a gut laughing....especially that guy Gary.......
Funny thing started happening though. Someone stopped using the bucket and just went down in the basement and crapped on the floor, leaving it there with a big wad of toilet paper.
Gary had the job of cleaning it up. Now that was funny......

 

people on the shift I worked had started playing jokes on each other, until I had been got. In an attempt to get back at the person I took pepper spray and sprayed what I thought was the underside of his door handle. It turned out to be an uninvolved co-worker. They said it took him about an hour to quit crying. It took me about that long to stop laughing,

 

This simple yet effective joke works every time! Use a rubberband or black electrical tape to hold the lever down on the kitchen sink sprayer. Aim it towards the front of the sink. Just remember you did it. I forgot once.. not funny...

 

well I once got a friend of mine at his wedding he kept telling us not to f**k with his truck and told me to watch it so they wouldn't bother it so I suggested he leave it at my house and take my car after the wedding to pick it up well to make a long story short we wired his brake pedal swicth to his horn and everytime he stopped @ an intersection his horn would blow he made it 15 maybe 20 miles then called for another ride his wife is still pissed to this day and thats been 8 years..... ( the main reason he needed another ride a highway patrolman was in front of him at the last light he came too)

 

My best one was a wedding one also, its as old as the hills but when you do it to a good lutheran family that just wouldn't expect this sort of thing....well, you know what I mean. My buddy is getting married and I'm the best man....now mind you, I was the first in the group to get married so the practical jokes were not really great...but as each of us got married they kept getting better. John married a lovely girl from the heartland of america, Elgan, Ill. they were married in a pretty chapel at Boston Univ. as John knelt down the bottom of his shoes showed 1 inch high, very white letters that from left shoe to right spelled out

HELP ME

Well, its been about 15 years and Lynns mother still shoots me a look every time she comes into town.......maybe not the best on the board but I still get a chuckle out of it.....


Ed

 

Couple good ones from years gone by.

Put a former coworkers car up for sale. Mind you, this was a Honda Prelude that we took a pic of and posted on the bulletin board in our building. Did I mention it was a Ford facility?

Used to work at Showbiz Pizza, now Chuck E. Cheeses. We had a long pole with suction cups on the end that was used to change light bulbs high in the ceiling. Also worked great to affix a half-filled bucket of water to. We had a small tech office back in one corner of the building, just off the game floor. Sent my buddy in there one day to get a phone call. Once the door closed, I propped the bucket/pole combo against the inward swinging door. Well, when my friend opened the door, he was greeted by a shower of water. Nearly covered his whole right side. Boy was he pi$$ed.

Another time my friend who I worked with left his desk without locking the desktop. I just happened to change his signature for his email. Something to the effect of "Love Ya". Nearly died laughing when he got a response back from someone saying they didn't love him back.

Bob

 

Same guy as my last post. We tortured each other at work like unplugging the phone cord at the base, leaving it in the hole, call the victim, victim picks up, cord goes flying.

One day (pre- f150online), I popped off all the keys from my keyboard to clean them as they were nasty. Arch-rival walks by asks what I'm doing. Sure enough, I walk by his desk that afternoon and his keys are all over his desk and he's cleaning away.

Now I've got him.
1) He is a hunt and peck typist like me.
2) I came to work a half hour before him.

For the next two weeks, every morning I would randomly swap three of his keys. He would curse his typos and fix his keys. He thought he had done it and never caught on.

I never fessed up to this one.