What's the rottenest

[RonJ]

prank you ever pulled as a kid?

When I was 13 I backed up to a gas range and caught my shirt on fire. I ended up in a isolation burn ward at the hospital.
I was in a room with 2 other little kids that were only around 6 or 7. I became a papa to those kids. I got them to eat their meals. I told them stories when they started to cry and generally kept them on their best behavior. The nurses loved me cause I was reducing their work load.

The night before I was due to be released I told the kids that Dracula and Frankenstein lived in the linen closet. Took me almost an hour to calm them down.
I still wonder what the nurses thought of me the next evening when the sun went down.
I'm not proud of it, still regret it.

 

[Foodfuzz]

When I was a small kid I told a younger friend of mine that there were ghost that lived in my dead dogs dog house and they wanted him to come into the doghouse and they would tell him where my dog was. He cried and was going to go into the dog house, but I told him they had contacted me so he wouldn't have to. I still cringe at that today.

 

[Beemer-mark]

I attended a small school (on an Island) as a kid. The women that taught 5 & 6th grade was mean as all get out, semi crippled from a car accident and walked with a cane. You'd be lined up for recess or something, talking in line (weren't supposed to) and she'd jerk you out of line by hooking that cane handle around your neck.

Anyway, I finally got tired of it. Snuck into the classroom early one day and took some screws out the wooden chair leg. When class started and she sat down the chair collapsed. Laughed my you know what off.

 

[shouldazagged]

By the time I was fourteen I had an extremely deep bass voice. I was the one elected to do the talking on some really awful phone gags. Having stuff--think several tons of coal--delivered to people was about the least devious and evil.

I will say we never stooped to telling people we were the police or the coroner, but we sure mystified the hell out of some people.

Probably the worst my crew ever pulled was a get-back at an vile-tempered woman who lived next door to one of my high school buddies. The woman was absolutely fanatical about her lawn. If little kids playing in the street accidentally bounced a ball into her yard she would shriek at them and call the police. Her house was on one of the approaches to a small airport that had been the city air terminal in the '20's to the '40's. One night we mixed a large batch of quadruple-strength weed killer and used it write an extremely crude word in her back yard, in letters three feet high.

It was August. When the sun began to beat down the next day, the letters turned dark brown. And could be read quite easily from light aircraft on final approach...

 

[gregintenn]

Some of us boys were smoking grapevines, and one boy with us was a bit odd, so he was the one we messed with. We gave him poison ivy and he smoked it thinking it was grapevine. If I remember correctly, he ended up in the emergency room.

I've always felt really badly about that.

 

[vigil617]

My finger is poised over the "Like" button on one or more of these, just to acknowledge that, yes, they were rotten acts but to praise the posters for 'fessing up.

Don't want to be misinterpreted, though!

I cussed out some Cub Scouts when I was their "den chief" -- a boy leader who assisted the adult Den leader, who wasn't around when I laid into them.

I really hate that one now, and what it must have sounded like to them.

Admission: When I write "I cussed out some Cub Scouts," for some reason I start laughing....

 

[Kanewpadle]

Put some dog poo in a paper bag. Light it on fire and leave it on the neighbors front porch just as you ring the doorbell.

 

[RonJ]

Greg, I almost gave you a like on that one but it was just a little bit too cruel.

Edit: Yeah, you get a like for fessing up. Thanks to the poster who pointed that out!

 

[Gunslinger808]

It involved a teacher, her chair, and the highly flamable and unstable filling from One (or more) of those old flash cubes.
I think the statute of limitations has run out.

 

[pineappleshooter]

Put some dog poo in a paper bag. Light it on fire and leave it on the neighbors front porch just as you ring the doorbell.

Come on, be original. You grease a long stick or pole with dog poo and lean it against someones front door and ring the bell. When they answer the door, the stick falls towards them and they react instinctively - they catch it!

 

[pineappleshooter]

Had an english teacher everone hated. She had been harassing children for over 30 years. She had a little white poodle she loved dearly. Every evening, she let the dog out into her yard (bordered by hedges) for him to do his business. We hid in the hedges one night and waited for the dog to come out. When he came out, we called him over and grabbed him when he got close enough - a quick dunk in the bucket of purple dye we had brought with us and the deed was done.

 

[snubbyfan]

I don't get poison ivy. In my younger days, I'd grab some poison ivy rub it with my hands then greet one of my buddies by grabbin' his arm, "Hey man, how's it goin?" Well, they'd get the rash and of course I knew nothing about it.

 

[pineappleshooter]

In high school there was a kid who had a 65 Mustang. His family was rich and he was the typical obnoxious rich kid. He parked his Mustang in the same spot every day - backed up to a telephone pole. Some of the older boys attached a steel cable to the rear axle and to the pole and left just enough slack in the cable for him to get up a good head of steam. Did I mention he peeled rubber out of his spot every day? Yep, just like in the movies, yanked the axle right out from under the car.

 

[wheelgun28]

I switched out the soft boiled eggs with raw ones on my grandparents, once...

It was funny when they cracked the shell at the lunch table...

 

[RonJ]

I don't get poison ivy. In my younger days, I'd grab some poison ivy rub it with my hands then greet one of my buddies by grabbin' his arm, "Hey man, how's it goin?" Well, they'd get the rash and of course I knew nothing about it.

You're immune to poison ivy? Lucky you!

 

[RonJ]

I switched out the soft boiled eggs with raw ones on my grandparents, once...

It was funny when they cracked the shell at the lunch table...

That's a funny one!

 

[Kanewpadle]

Come on, be original. You grease a long stick or pole with dog poo and lean it against someones front door and ring the bell. When they answer the door, the stick falls towards them and they react instinctively - they catch it!

Sorry, that's the best I got. Guess I wasn't as rotten as you!

 

[pineappleshooter]

My best friends parents had one of those electric blankets with the dual zone remotes. Yep, we switched the controls so she was cranking it up to get warm while he kept turning it down to cool off!

 

[ralph7]

Remember the swingsets that had one or two of the legs that would pull up out of the ground when you would get so far up in the swing?
Well I was with a boy and his sister out on their swingset and told them I would sit on the crossbar to steady the thing if they would try and see how high they could get the swings to go. They stupidly trusted me and were getting waaay up on the swings when I jumped off and watched as the whole swingset did a barrel roll and a half with them in the middle.
No major injuries, but I can't believe what a little jerk I was for doing such a thing.

 

[ChattanoogaPhil]

Here's the setup --

When I was living in N Carolina I got a phone call from a beauty shop in California, Beauty Mart, saying that my mother had left her wallet at their shop. They had called the local California phone number but no one answered, so they tried a phone number that was on a video rental card which was mine. (( My parents had come out from California to visit me a couple months earlier and Mom had not given me back the card )) So anyway... I thanked the young lady at Beauty Mart and said I would contact my mom right away. Not five seconds later... ring ring ring... it's Mom. She starts going on and on (as moms tend to do) and then starts telling me how she's been upset all day long because her wallet is missing and can't find it anywhere.

Prank --

I really don't know how the idea popped into my head, but I told Mom that I had been taking some mind reading lessons and that if she would concentrate on what the wallet looked like I might be able to see through her mind where she left it. Of course she said that was stupid... but I insisted. She said OK. I made a big deal out of it... stay focused... keep focused... blah blah blah... and then said I had an image of something... it's becoming clear... clearer... I see something now... Do you know of a place called Beauty Mart? There was a looooooong pause of silence. In a non-beliving surprised voice Mom says... Well yes I do, I was just there yesterday afternoon. At that point I suggested she call Beauty Mart. Mom called me back right away. THEY HAVE IT!! THEY HAVE IT!! (( The shop did not mention calling me so there was no way for Mom to make a connection on how I could possibly know )) . Mom went berzerk... screaming how she always knew how gifted I was as a child... on and on and on. It was tough telling her the truth. It's been 30 years... we still laugh about it. Mom has a good sense of humor.