What's the rottenest

Grew up in New Orleans where they have street cars-they rife on RR tracks (street car tracks if you will). Anyway we used to soap the tracks right before a stop and watch the streetcars try to stop. :D Until one day one of them skidded into a car that was on the tracks :eek: Then we started firing bottle rockets at them trying to get one through the windows. Pretty sweet when all of a sudden there was a volley of about 6 rockets (we each had two bottles).
Street cars were fun!!
 
Not the rottenest in my book but, it did get attention.

My neighbor was a policeman and often drove his patrol car home. Circa 1968, the cars had red and white lights that revolved under a clear cover that was basically held into place with a suitcase type latch. Easy to open. It was Christmas eve and I found a bunch of dark green celophane plastic for wrapping gifts. I don't know what made me think of it and do it but, I went over to his patrol car and covered the white lamps with the green paper and put the cover back on. It was about 1 AM and the door bell rang. My dad got up and soon they had me up. The officer and my dad were kind of laughing but, they were serious too. The cop couldn't write a ticket when he pulled over a car because of the lights going Red-Green-Red-Green... He didn't know how to open the cover and get the green off but, he suspected correctly that I was the culprit. I pulled the green off and the cop went back to work. My dad had a few words but had to admit he thought it was pretty funny.

Of course, today, you'd probably go to prison for a major felony for doing that.

I did have a landlord that was pretty obnoxious back in the '70s and I gave him a gift subscription to the Congressional Record. He got a truckload of mail every day. It took him a while to figure out how to unsubscribe.
 
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As kids we found the biggest bully in the neighborhood passed out in the bottom of his dad's boat from a night of drinking and we slowly towed the boat and tied it off on the buoy separating Trinidadian and Venezuelan territorial water and motored off to a safe distance as the Venezuelan coast guard grabbed him and the boat.
He finally showed up several days later after the Trinidadian government intervened and his dad bailed him and the boat out.....We still laugh at that one 35 years later.
 
Back in my early teens, a friend and I saved up and bought a pair of VERY realistic starter guns. They looked exactly like J-frame snubs ... no half cylinders, no barrel plugs, and emitted a nasty flame when fired. We went around scaring the beejeebus out of other kids by uncorking rounds near their heads, and having "gunfights" wherever we could. My buddy had a drivers license and his parent's step-side pick-up, so we were mobile and frequented the local arcade and movie theater with regularity. One night we were out too late, and driving home around midnight. The street were quiet, and it was a clear, beautiful night. As we were driving through one particular neighborhood, we saw a guy about 100 yds up the block, staggering around on the side of the road. He was fairly intoxicated, and evidently just making his way homeward. Well, he was the perfect target for our mischief. My buddy hit the gas and we went roaring up to this poor drunk. Slamming the brakes on, then screeching up next to him, we were literally mere feet away from our victim. I leaned out the window, pointed the starter pistol at him, and yelled "Freeze!", then proceeded to fire six blanks at CQB range. The drunk froze in place, his eyes looked like cue balls, and I'm sure he needed a change of pants afterward, if not an EMT with a defibrillator. We zoomed off into the night, nearly wetting our own pants in hysterics. It was the funniest prank we ever pulled, and also the meanest thing we ever did. And remember, this was years before drive-by shootings, PC anti-gun rhetoric, and safety doodads on toys.
 
When I was in graduate school I had a real know it all, obnoxious guy who worked in our lab. He brown bagged his lunch and usually brought a banana or an apple he left out of the bag.
One day when he was out of the lab and just before lunch I dunked his banana in a container of liquid Nitrogen. Of course it froze instantly. I took the tongs and carefully put the banana back in its rightful place. When he picked it up it had already shattered. It was in about 100 little pieces.
That was 30 years ago and I still laugh about it randomly sometimes. I would do it again in a minute.
 
Boy Scout camp in the 60's. Everyone took a sleeping bag to camp that was olive drab, including the troop blowhard. One year 4 of us Tenderfeet brought a dozen spools of olive drab nylon thread to camp. When he went to sleep we "Coccooned" him from chest to ankles. The kid woke up later and thought he was paralyzed.

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i also closed the guy driving the fork truck at work in the recycling trailer while he was on the fork truck. 30 minutes later, i opened the door and ran.
 
I'll mention two...one I deeply regret and the other I'd do again.

I tossed a cherry bomb under a college room mate's bed one afternoon during his daily nap. I still worry about damaging his hearing. He lives in New Zealand now so he can't hear me.

The second involves putting all the dog poop my neighbor leaves on my lawn on his front stoop. They still let the dog **** on my lawn and don't pick it up. I now turn the other cheek.
 
Tex1001 said:
Boy Scout camp in the 60's. Everyone took a sleeping bag to camp that was olive drab, including the troop blowhard. One year 4 of us Tenderfeet brought a dozen spools of olive drab nylon thread to camp. When he went to sleep we "Coccooned" him from chest to ankles. The kid woke up later and thought he was paralyzed.

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Quis custodiet ipsos custodiet
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Funny, i was thinking about my time in basic training. We had one jack wagon that slept under his covers over his head. No one liked him or trusted him.

I had collected a bunch of safety pins and pinned him to the bed one night.

Good morning troops!!!! Time to wake up!!!

He couldn't move much and screamed like a little girl. Everyone was cracking up and my Drill even had a hard time keeping a straight face.

Everyone knew who did it but no one could prove it.

I became squad leader. He didn't make it through basic.

Rotten?
 
Not as mean and nasty as some, but three co-conspirators enjoyed this one.

Back in fall of 1964 a friend had bought a Volkswagen Bug. We soon tired of his enthusiastic reports of great gas mileage.

Soon it got was to get even better. REALLY FANTASTIC. We would add one or two gallons of gas to his tank at least once a week.

The fun came a couple of months later when we stopped adding gas, and his mileage plummeted.

Some of you members will remember gas was near twenty five cents a gallon back then.

Bekeart
 
The event described happened when I was an adult so I can't blame it on youth.
It was around Easter about 25 years ago. I was cleaning cat poo put of the catbox with a paper towel and depositing it in the toilet. My stepdaughter was watching so naturally I started chasing her around the house with a paper towel full of the matter. She ran into her room and shut the door. I quickly washed my hands, got a clean paper towel, unwrapped a small chocolate Easter egg, placed it into the paper towel and patiently waited for her to reappear. When she did the chase resumed. After a brief chase, I abruptly stopped, rolled my eyes, started laughing like a maniac and popped the Easter egg into my mouth. To say Jenny was horrified would be the understatement of the century.
For me it was the pinnacle of my parenting.
 
When I was a teen a friend of by dad had a 54 Ford coupe; it was in boxes and on a trailer. he gave it to me cause I said I could rebuild it. Well I was in over my head so I asked my bubbies to help me. We spend every minute after school and on Saturdays putting it back together. TO make a long story short. there was a kid in our school who thought he was hot snot. He had a 54 Ford also, his dad had it restored of course. The kid made fun of our car and one day he stepped over the line(as far as I was concerned). On a Friday night just before school got out for the summer. I went to his house with a stack of old newspaper. I folded the paper and put it in the door seals and then put a garden hose in threw the wing vent: the car filled up with water. I do regret it a little.
 
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I had a 12 gauge hump back Browning shotgun and one day I thought up a great prank to pull on my little brother. I took a shell and uncrimped it, carefully removing all the #6 shot, then I took toilet paper and packed it into the void, finally recrimping the shell. I loaded it in the shotgun and yelled upstairs for my little brother "Hey Mikey! Come down here I got something really cool to show you." I heard his feet hit the floor and him running down the stairs, now whenever I had anything really cool to show him that usually meant I didn't want mom snooping in so the rule was lock the door. He came in the door and turned around locking it, turned around to face me and I brought the shotgun up aimed at his chest and pulled the trigger...Now I was just expecting a blast of toilet paper and maybe him pissin his pants but instead he was blown up against the door with a super shocked look on his face, fell face forward and I'm thinking to myself **** ****! What did I forget to take out of that shell." The answer of course is the big cardboard wad...I ran over and rolled him over on his back, he was still sucking air...I started pounding on his chest "Breathe you little *** breathe!" Suddenly he lets out a big scream and starts bawling. Now it gets worse from here...
I told him that if he ever told mom or dad that I would kill him in his sleep and that he would wake up dead...
A couple of years ago I asked him what the worst thing I ever did to him was, he didn't even mention the shotgun episode but other stuff I had done...I asked him about the shotgun thing and he said "He was shocked but knew I loved him and never intended to hurt him and understood the mechanics of the accident and all that." Brothers...
 
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In my old neighborhood which was in near proximity to a public school there was a war between the folks who lived there and the teachers who thought they could park anywhere. Sometimes usually blocking or partially blocking a driveway which was illegal. There was this one teacher who had one of the BWM Isettas 3 wheeled car. This one person figured it was ok to block your driveway and then go to school. Called up a few of my buddies and we lifted it up and put it in someone elses driveway. Well they called the cops, vehicle towed away and no car when they arrived. Nearest impound yard was in Flushing NY. We were in Jamaica NY. Never did the owner park in our street after that. Frank
 
Prince Albert in a can?

Howdy,
Prince Albert in a can anybody? That was a favorite when I was a little kid.
As a young adult I pulled the graveyard shift at the Martin station in town pumping gas. The interstate had not been built and 61 was the main road north and south. Next to the station there was "Dari-Castle". We would go there and get ketchup and mustard packs, fold them over double and place them under the toilet seat in the ladies restroom (ladies most often sit down) with the ends facing out.
Then we would wait for a car to pull in and watch as some lady needing a break would exit the car, rush to the restroom, plunk herself down on the loaded seat and blast the back of her legs with mustard and ketchup.
You could hear everything that went on through the common furnace vent and I'm here to tell you there is nothing a woman won't say when sprayed with condiments.
I still get the bug to load a toilet every now and then and I'm over 60.
I may never be right again.
Thanks
Mike
 
One of my favorite pranks to pull is:

-Find a local mortuary's phone number
-Write it down on a piece of paper along with the name, Myra Manes
-Give message to unsuspecting mark
-Listen as the confusion and hilarity ensues

I pulled this on my entire work center back in my AF days. Got every one of them. Even had one guy call them back again, after they hung up on him.
 
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