What's the rottenest

Another trick I did while in the Army. We had a mop closet that you could not open from inside. I spied a not too well liked fellow in the closet with his back to the door and I slammed the door shut. He started hollering and it was a few minutes before someone let him out. He sure was mad but he never did find out who did it to him.

One more. I was mustering out of the Army and was due to fly into Seattle and Fort Lewis that night. A buddy of mine had threatened to RF me and never did. I on the other hand bought one raw egg from the PX and lightly cracked it and placed it in the toe of his boot. The only problem is I was not around to see the results but I am sure he knew who did it to him.
 
i used to pull all sorts of pranks, but not many that I would openly admit..

my parents didn't run the heat at night. we used a wood stove for heat in the winter. My parents had electric blankets with dual controls. I used to sneak in their room before they went to bed, and switch the controls around. Dad like the bed cold, Mom like it warm.. I can still hear him cussing in the morning about "burning up" and mom "froze" ..

my uncle was like a second dad to me, but I used to pull tricks on him all the time..

my grandaddy & uncle were working on an old fuse box one time, the old time ones with big round glass fuses. They were outside in the washroom, all cramped up trying to diagnose & replace a fuse.. I snuck in and popped a paper bag right behind them.. If my uncle had caught me he would have beat me good !

Another time my uncle had taken me deer hunting. After the morning hunt, he had found a hornets nest he thought would he woudl cut down & get. It was a cold cold morning, so the hornets should be dormant... Well, he started cutting and I made a "buzzz buzzzz" sound and started running ... My uncle took off & probably ran for 100 yards before he realized he had been had .........
 
One particular hotshot private sportfish skipper (in my dim past) had a boss who insisted on driving the boat (hey, it was his) when he went out fishing. Neither one of these cats were too popular amongst us young deckhands. Arrogant bigwheels, they were.
Their yacht was kept in a very prominant spot next to the main fishing center. Right out in front of all the tourists who come down at the end of the day to watch the boats come in and the happy anglers unload their catch.

One day while they were out fishing, we tied a bungee cord (i won't go into where it came from) right across the width of their berth between the inner pilings of their boat dock, only a few inches below the water. The bungee was four feet from the dock where you step off the back of the boat.

Normally they would back in, catch dock lines and secure the boat about a foot from the dock, nearly touching the stern.

When this style pony and his heyboy came in there were plenty of spectators. The fancy Hatteras backed in, but somehow moved back out of the berth. (the hidden bungee was stretched tight across the transom, but out of their sight, and boiiing).

Try again, and again before the dock lines can get placed, the boat magically slips back out of the berth.
Much cursing ensues :mad: as the boss has had a few extra scotches and saw the plebs on the waterfront crackin' up :D:D:D as this went on half a dozen times before the bungee cord broke.We sure got our moneys worth out of that, and nothing got damaged but a high rollers ego, and boy was it.

And they NEVER figured it out.
 
I ve been thinking....

I have a friend that just bought a new VW Beatle. He has only the one car and a two car garage. So I was thinking of getting some of those wheel dollies they use in body shops and a jack. Put the car on the dollies and turn the car 90 degree in the garage then put back on the floor; then watch him try to get it out in the morning.
 
When the VW Beetle was new to this country and becoming trendy, a guy I used to work with had a friend who bought one and was always raving about his gas mileage. His co-workers began slipping out to his car while he was at work and adding a little gasoline. The poor chump was ecstatic--they had him up to what he thought was about 95 miles a gallon. Then they stopped, and his mileage dropped back to its very respectable normal. He was panic-stricken. Then they began siphoning out small quantities...
 
I have put sugar in salt shakers.

My kids have gone to sleep in their own beds and awakened elsewhere.

I've used alligator clamps to connect brake light relays or turn signal relays to horns.

I've vaselined under car door handles (Thump!) and placed glitter in air vents. I've saran wrapped cars (water added in freezing situations) and covered windshields in Oreo cookies (Texas summers...)

I've taken all the dorm trash cans...slowly...days apart, then in the dead of night filled them all with water and propped them against the doors and then someone pulled a fire alarm (yes, we remembered our own trash cans...and stealing that many trash cans took forever)opl

I've strung paper bags of neon colored craft feathers across the highway at night in the sticks to make people wonder what they had hit when they went poof!

I have painted "get out" in rain X on bathroom mirrors to hear my daughters scream when the shower fogged the glass.

I know someone whose ex was parked next to a cop, and removed items from the police car, and threw them into the ex's car on the front seat in plain sight.

I replaced all my sister's weed with kitchen spices.

I've concealed jolly ranchers in shower heads. I've sprinkled kool aid powder between a mattress and the bottom sheet in sticky sweaty southern summers (people turn strange colors at night if they sweat) at retreats I've stolen and hidden one of everyone's shoes....at dorms I've hidden big ben style alarm clocks everywhere set for random times.

I've put rubber roaches in the office snack jar when the thief from another department was due to show up.

I hid in an instrument case from a band director. Then everyone else asked him to check the broken horn.

We used to move the band director's car to a different parking spot. Daily.

I've put superglue in locks.

We dug out the obscene letter from the grass in the neighbor's yard. 3 years later you could still read it from the different colored grass. I've also spelled out obscenities in mashed potato flakes in yards. A good dew or rain...then it shows up. And so do the nasty birds.

And I think I better be quiet now.
 
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gregintenn said:
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.
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We may have a winner!

Not as a kid, but a couple of years ago on April 1, I gave a message to a co-worker to return a call to Mr. Lyon and gave him the phone number to the local zoo. He calls the zoo and asks for Mr. Lyon and the guy on the phone just laughed at him. He still hasn't gotten over it.
 
I used to love crank calls when I was a kid. I was very inventive, or so I thought....

Anyway, one day crank calling numbers whose last four digits spelled four-letter words, on one of them MY DAD ANSWERED!! Little did I know our number was on of the four-letter words!

I was shocked, spooked, and totally freaked out. I was speechless and slammed the phone down.

I never made another crank call again.
 
CAJUNLAWYER said:
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!!
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Good that you became an attorney! Any of your former cronies current clients? :)
 
my sister and i fought like cats and dogs sometimes and my sister being much more manipulitive and conniving than i, was often able to earn me a thrashing by her quick thinking.
one time in particular we were arguing in the kitchen and my sister heard our mom coming and timed it perfectly, crying out and throwing her self to the floor as my mom came around the corner.
my mom was horrified and slapped my face cause shed raised me better then my dad heard of it and i got the full deal a beating with a lecture etc.
my mom had some prized antiques. one was a hundred year old table and chairs set . well i carved my sisters' initials into the back of one of those chairs and waited...when it was discovered she denied it of course and got a thrashing for lying about it and another for trying to pin it on me .cause everyone knew mike wasnt sneaky like that.:)
 
My brother was and still is a jerk. When we were in our teens (he's 3 years older) he threw a big sand spur at me and it stuck in my arm pretty good. It hurt and left blood when I pulled it out.

Needless to say I was mad and wouldn't let it go without revenge.

I found a really big sand spur and that night put it inside the leg of his shorts. Not up in the crotch where I really really wanted to. I have some compassion.

I made sure I got up before him. (We shared a room) When he put his shorts on I heard a satisfying yet disturbing scream and thought I was gonna get killed by him, Mom or Dad. Maybe all at once.

I disappeared for the day.

When the dust settled and I came home my Dad looked at me and cracked a little smile. I guess when my Mom went to find out what all of the screaming was about he slipped up and she figured out why I ambushed him.
 
In high school my friends and I were always jokers. The week of homecoming was always the worst. Teachers gave up giving homework because they knew we wouldn't do it, and there were nightly activities around the upcoming football game and dance. The seniors usual prank was to TP houses of the underclassman. Earlier in the year we had decided our class was going to be different. We spent hundreds of dollars purchasing plastic eating utensils. If you think that cleaning up toilet paper in a trees is time consuming, try picking up about 4 or 5 thousand plastic spoons, forks, and knives out of your front lawn! :D We even made the local paper. We have to admit it was pretty funny. What we didn't expect was for the people who got "forked" (yes that is what we named it) to simply put the utensils out with the recycling. After all who needs 4k plastic utensils? We figured this out and went around gathering up all the once used utensils. Now we were really armed! The next few recipients were less than pleased.

Another time we had a late soccer practice on a Friday night before a three day weekend. One of our buddies was going on and on about the date he finally scored with one of the prettiest girls in class. After practice he went in to the locker room to change before his big date. He drove a Geo Metro that we found was light enough for the rest of the team to pick up and place perpendicular between two parked busses. He didn't make his date! :D
 
When I was working I was a practical joker. This one never got old. I would take clear packing tape and quietly place a strip of tape across the door of a co-worker right at face level. or fill and office with blown up balloons, My supervisor was a real pain in the behind. I rented a blower for blowing insulation and opened an outside window and cut a hole in the screen and blew packing peanuts into the office, filled it full. I the got peanuts from a recycler. Some times I would get a spray bottle and fill it with water and pretend to sneeze and spray the neck of the person in front of me.
 
I worked in a hospital kitchen when I was around twenty. It was across the hall from the morgue. Bloodied up doctors would stick their heads in the kitchen and ask, "Any of those Salisbury stakes left? I'll be done over her soon." We would venture in there past the shelves full of pickled people parts and sometimes see people split open on the tables. Well, a couple times when there were customers in the morgue we took new kitchen guys in there then ducked out locking the door. We had a building engineer outside there laughing with us until we thought it was appropriate to let the poor guy out. Thank god WE thought of this gag and not someone before me.
 
You know those greeting/ Christmas cards that play little tunes when you open them? We got on a roll of taking those little metal devices and tossing them behind the seat of "selected" cars, under the drivers seat, dropping them down the slot at the front of the dashboard. Drives 'em absolutely nuts. Distracts the driver long enough to start a conversation, you know, when they don't really want to hang around....
 
How about re-routing traffic to a dead end street using those flashing yellow barriers and watch people drive around in circles!

It was fun, but very intense. Best part was sitting on the hill watching.....

I once bombed a car with rotten apples on halloween. The red and blues came on. I ran as fast as I could and jumped in the back of a pickup and laid down. The cop went by and never saw me or who did it....
 
I once had a very enthusiastic supervisor. This guy was wired as tight as they come. He was very creative and persistent in thinking up things for me to do. One day I realized I never saw him without a cup of coffee in his hand. The next Monday I arrived early and put decaf in the high powered coffee can. Things were pretty laid back for awhile.
 
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