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Pranks that you pulled or been a victim of?

I have two from several years back (college days)

My freshman year in the dorm; we had tall cylinder trash cans on each floor. Went to a floor that wasn't mine. Dump out trash and fill them in the shower just past half full. Lean said trash can little over half full of water against elevator doors. Elevator doors open and trash can tips over dumping water in the elevator. Best part was that it didn't just soak feet. Rush of water would hit the back wall of the elevator and create a wave that would soak pretty well above the waist.

Watched a friend spear the back of a porta poty at a construction site at about 2 AM. He was a big dude and managed to knock it over. We take off right after he did because a cop crusies by the next street. Once we stop he tells me and the other two guys that were along that he swears he heard someone make a noise when he hit. We said bull and he was insistant. I told them we had to go back if that was the case cause he knocked it over on the door. So we go back....sure enough. Some dude was in it ( I assume he was homeless). My buddy that knocked it over naturally felt horrible.
 
I got married to a girl who has a chihuahua. I call him a "rat" as that's what he looks like, us plus he's not the most friendly.

So my best pal got a "I my chihuahua" sticker and got the back if my Subie.

Payback was me ordering tiny confetti "Twig & berries" and dumped them into his truck vents. He swears years later every time he hit a bump one would come out.

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To many to actually list.

In the Marine Corps, was in Saudi Arabia and our platoon XO was being a buttmunch. One morning I was about to jump into my fox hole and saw an ASP that got in there. Talk about walking on air...was able to kill it--E-tools work great especially from a distance. Took said asp and threw it in the XO's tent/net area. It landed near him and he ran out the back like a sissy girl. Funniest thing I saw at that point....well that is until I was digging trenches.

Caught a Kangaroo rat and killed it. I had PFC Joyce who was 6'4" and just an all around bully. I'm 5'4" and hate bullys...one day he grabbed my pringles can and held it above my head so that I couldn't reach it took my chips. Pringles was worth it's weight in gold...next morning for formation, I killed that rat and stuffed it in my pringles can with one pringle in front of the rat. True to his nature, ole Joyce walked up and did it again. Just as the company commander was walking up, ole Joyce put the can up to his mouth and somehow the rat was coming down the tube. He screamed like a sissy girl and dropped to his backside and crabbed walked all the while screaming. Company commander looked at him pointing at me, looked at his XO then chuckled and walked away. XO mumbled something under his breath about my parental lineage.

About a week later, I'm manning a fire in the morning. It was cold and we were burning MRE boxes for heat...deep hole about 4' deep and a raging inferno as only waxed covered MRE boxes can do. As I'm burning boxes, PFC Joyce walks up to me and in his tough Marine (aka stupidity) says he can jump into that fire for 10 seconds. Stupid is as stupid does...survival of the fittest kind of mentality....plus I was a bored Marine. So I say you won't last 10 seconds...he says ok...count as soon as I jump in. Now in my disbelief, he jumps in and in front of several other Marines...one guy being our Corpsman who was also a SEAL team corpseman. I counted, One Thousand and one, One Thousand and two, one thousand and three...by that time the corpseman and two other Marines grabbed the Neanderthal and pulled him out of the fire. His pants was on fire and he suffered 2nd and some 3rd degree burns. He yells at me and said I should have counted faster. I then get called in to the CO and XO's hootch where the asked me what happened. I told them that he decided to jump in to see how long he could last and told me to count to ten...I told them that to my disbelief he did just that. When they asked why I didn't pull him out, I told them that my momma didn't raise a fool and I didn't want to fall into that fire. Plus I also wanted to see how long he lasted...you know...how dumb he could be.

Back to digging more trenches.

When I got out of the Marines, I joined the Kansas Army National Guard as a TOW gunner. One day at Ft. Riley, I was going into a 113 tracked vehicle when some staff NCO's started yelling at me that Marines are dumb and to make sure I don't miss...all that "one shot one kill hoopla. " My gunner tells me that the target is from 0 degrees to 5 degrees fields of fire. I was on the end 113 next to those staff NCO's and my turent was set at zero...I had to traverse the turrent from 0 to about 3 degrees...only had to swing it to the right. Swung it to the left very slowly and I could hear on the headset from those staff NCO's to stop and go the other way..."must be that dumb jarhead" comments. So I continued traversing the turrent and swung the missile head to see these staff NCO's diving for cover. My gunner was trying to pull me out of the turrent, but I just went back to 3 degrees to the right and fired on my target. One shot, one kill was what I said over the radio. I came out to some very flustered staff NCO's and who could not legibly put a sentence together. Their eye's almost popped out of their heads when I stated, "jarhead doesn't know any better...SARGE."

Also in the Kansas Army National Guard, I had a staff sergeant that wanted to make fun of my heritage (I'm half Filipino) and ask if my sisters were fat...would my sisters and mom screw him and "give him long time." Just a simple moron..I for the most part ignored him. That is until he made it really personal and started making fun of me. One morning, a rattle snake was killed on the road. It got run over by a tire...I moved it off the road and that night I had duty. Ole staff sergeant was being a butt munch so I waited till he fell asleep. I went back out and found the rattlesnake and it was quite stiff. Didn't know that they could still bite after being dead for so long but at the time I just did not care. Took ole buzz an placed him on the staff sergeant chest all coiled up. It was about 2-2.5' long and the ole boy was a sound sleeper. About an hour later you heard this blood curdling scream coming from the command center. It seems old staff sergent was woken up by the sentry on duty and a light was shinned on his chest. It made the rounds that this staff nco screamed and begged to have someone help him. So much for being this tough soldier. Some how I was found out as I was on duty before the other came on and it wasn't there before the one I relived. Staff NCO left me alone after that.

Same staff nco, a grenade simulator and a port a potty. Tie the door shut and drop simulator on the ground. Did not know that this was a 1/4 stick of dynamite. Oh...and did not care... What was funny was the company Sergeant Major saw me do this and did not stop me. He laughed as he told me to report to his 113.

In college, I had a girl come to my dorm room and threw flour in my room and thought it was funny. I went to a Nazarene college and there was a male dorm and a female dorm. We could go to each other's dorm only on certain days. One day I stole her car key and made a copy of it and mailed back her original with a note that simply stated, "let the games begin." Every other day I would steal her car and park it somewhere else on campus. Usually only about 3-4 rows over from where she parked it. Then she got mad and accused me of doing this and called me a couple of names...got kind of personal too. So I then stole it and parked it on the middle of the football field, or on the Center with the pioneer statues, and the best one was when I took out the center posts of the cafeteria and parked it in there. There wasn't anyone around at 2 am and the doors had been left unlocked...conviently. So then the chief of campus police pulled me in his office and chewed me out. He let me know that he had a suspicion that I was the one doing this or at least knew who it was. He left me know that the local police department was waiting to charge me with grand theft auto and that I'd be kicked out of college. I assured him that if I heard anything that I would let him know.

The next few weeks, it snowed...alot. Ice storms and he would leave his police cruzier running while he checked the buildings or one of his patrol men would. It just so happened that they were known to leave the cars unlocked while running. It was cold and my dorm was 1/4 of a mile away. I left it at my dorm parking lot and would even leave it nice and parked with the motor off and unlocked. Left the keys on the seat too. It was nice of him to lend me his cruzier...I've often wondered why he was running after the car and then dove into a snow bank. After the second time of leaving the car unlocked and "loaning" it to me they stopped leaving it running.

I would just smile and wave anytime I saw ole Bob in the cafeteria...he did not wave back.

After I graduated from MidAmerica Nazarene they banned me from ever coming back on campus. I do wonder why....

Oh...if anyone was there and I pulled pranks on....I'm sorry.
 
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Two of us were shed hunting with another friend that had never found a shed antler. We took one of those plastic antlers off of a 3D target with us (the ones with a jagged point on it that you stick in the foam to make it stay) and set him up. I had actually found a real shed and while walking over to look at it, the other guy in on the prank planted the plastic antler. After some small talk about my real shed, they went back to spread out to cover the area and the victim was led straight to the planted antler. When he saw it he got SOOO excited and was like "I found one and its, its, ehmmmm, its still got the thing on it...." (he was referring to the jagged point that went into the 3d foam). We were rolling laughing at him because it took several minutes for him to figure out he'd been pranked...That was like ten years ago and I hunted with this guy this past year and the first thing I said when I pulled up to him was "it's still got the thing on it...." Way funnier in real life than I'm sure it sounds typing it out
 
A friend and his uncle were working together on something and it came over the news that a whitetail buck in rut had jump into 2 houses nearby and tore the place up. Well, my friend's uncle grabs his buck head off the wall, mounts it to a ladder, and puts it outside so it looks like a live buck looking in the window. He then has my friend go over and grab something. My friend about crapped himself.

I was around 16 and bow hunting in the evening with my dad. On the way to the truck, he finds a bleach cow skull. He hides and waits for me to get to the truck and start putting away my stuff. He stands in the darkness behind me (I'm in the light of the dome light) and holds the cow skull right behind my head. When I turn around, there is a disembodied cow skull hovering in the darkness. I jump backward into the vehicle (could have landed on a broadhead!) and I couldn't breath and I think I felt my heart skip a beat. Just my organs even reacted. Then he starts laughing. I think that might've killed an older person. We still have the cow skull hung up at camp.
 
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Working for Fry Wagner Moving and Storage...we'd get new college kids every summer. Told several to go and get the box stretcher. They'd be moving around the warehouse asking everyone for the box stretcher. My favorite one was pulling the rig up to the residence. If there was a fire hydrant anywhere near the truck, we could skin and wrap the hydrant with pads and tell the strongest guy or the most arrogant kid to grab that small package. It was funny to see them struggle.
 
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Working for Fry Wagner Moving and Storage...we'd get new college kids every summer. Told several to go and get the box stretcher. They'd be moving around the warehouse asking everyone for the box stretcher. My favorite one was pulling the rig up to the residence. If there was a fire hydrant anywhere near the truck, we could skin and wrap the hydrant with pads and tell the strongest guy or the most arrogant kid to grab that small package. It was funny to see them struggle.
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Bubble level fluid is the equivalent in the construction world....levels running a little low, go find me the bubble level fluid so we can fill it up and recalibrate
 
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I worked as a machinist at a mine shop in the 70's and the welders kind of adopted me and taught me a lot of welding. One night while making long roughing passes in the lathe I grabbed a railroad tie and cut a groove in it with a disk grinder, drove a 5/16" rod into the groove just below the surface and about 8 inches long with a hole drilled into the side for another rod to contact the one on top. I drove the second rod in til it contacted the one on top and clipped the ground clamp to it, all set up where the welders would see me when they went on break. Just before the break buzzer I began laying a beautiful but smoking bead of 7018 on the tie. As I finished and raised my hood the slag was curling up and I hit it with the chipper with about a dozen welders gathered around me. One of them asked me what the hell I was doing and I said "trying out this new oak rod and it seems to work." One of them actually bit on it. He almost killed me later.
 
I had a co-worker put sardines under my horn ring once. I was working second shift and couldn't find it at night and looked quite a while the next day before I saw a tiny drop of juice on the back of the steering wheel. That was a good trick.
 
Buddies at fire hall always back their trucks into parking spots. Tied a box with some rocks in it to the trailer hitch and push it under the axle so they didnt see/notice. Then they drove off.

The local law enforcement got on us that they were tired of the calls. So we did it to their patrol car one day. I was worried we’d get arrested but the sheriff (also a vol fire member) had to let it go since he let us go all those other times. But we did stop after that one (didnt want to push our luck).

Oh, i guess it’s important that i mention we wrote ‘free kittens’ on the box!
 
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