This one took little effort but it was a prank that kept on pranking. An old roommate of mine once found a bag of nasty porn mags; "Over 50 Fatties" type stuff. We thought it would be funny to put some of the pics on our other roommate's bedroom wall. Then the devil took over. We ripped out pages and placed them throughout all his text books, jacket pockets , dress shirts, guitar cases, desk drawers, etc. For a couple months, he would randomly come in cussing like a sailor.
Sophmore year one of my current roommates lived across the hall from me. I'm not sure who came up with the idea, but it was brilliant. late at night several of us, being as quiet as we could, duct-taped sheets of saran wrap across the outside of his doorframe (leaving about 6" of space), then filled the space with crumpled up and shredded newspaper, from floor to ceiling. As soon as he opened the door the next day, it flooded their hallway with newspaper, and he had to fight through all the layers of plastic wrap to get out.
You need to be way more clear on this. Either you are saying that all of you guys hunched your bare asses over the top of the toilet and took dumps, which I find disgusting; or you are saying you guys went and fucked a bunch of guys that were working on your rugby coach's deck, which is gay. Which is it?
In college, this was once a pick-up line. Saw her going into her room, decided she looked hot. Took several trash bags, filled the gap with cheap-o wal-mart cereal. We dated a few months.
Not really a prank, but when I was in College I was taking a psych class. The professor was one of those old crazy tenured types that could get away with anything. We were discussing psychological trauma and peoples’ recollection of them, when a man burst through the door and fired a few shots from a handgun striking the professor. He went down in a heap, the gunman went to bolt out the door but 3 people at the back of the room tackled him and beat the hell out of him. The professor then got up and told all of us that it was meant to be a demonstration of how people remember conflicting things from the same traumatic event. Poor grad student was in the hospital for a few days after that
A friend of mine was on his roommate's computer printing something for class when he came across his P2P downloads. What he saw was a bit unnerving, so naturally he took a screenshot, uploaded it to Facebook, and tagged the roommate. The roommate was less than pleased as most of his female friends caught wind of it before he could untag himself. I mean really, who listens to Wyclef Jean? Way overrated.
Someone tried that in one of our classes. The actor came into the room before the speech, as a setup, and said some really weird shit to me (First he asked where the professor was, and when we told him he wasn't there yet, he got really mad before saying to me "You! You didn't friend me on facebook! You're gonna regret that.") Some guy was doing a persuasive speech on having guns in classrooms, and as his intro the small asian guy came back in and started yelling at the professor about some grade he got, then pulled the fake gun. I'd say that was easily one of the most terrifying things I have experienced in my life, and I say that with the perspective of once hearing a death sentence myself from doctors. But, the speech proved a point. It's really funny in hindsight, but damn, that was just brutal. Funny as hell, but brutal.
Wow, it wasn't even funny the first time. Focus: Our AP Bio class got into a prank war with the AP Chem class. They re-arranged all of the stuff in the lab so it was impossible to find anything, so we got them back by alternating Saran wrap with bunches of honey on their lab tables. What a mess that was. They got us back, though. They made a bunch of nitrogen triiodide and put it on the chairs. The homeroom class in that room was scared shitless. After that the principal got involved, and we had to stop. It's a good thing it got stopped, because we found a bunch of magnesium permanganate that was begging to end up on the seat of someone's pants.
I just got pranked yesterday by my friend (K) and his roommate (J). I'd commented offhand before to K that J was not someone I'd ever want to start any sort of shit with, which I guess led to this. I was on my way to their house to play poker, and when I got there, J was nowhere to be seen. I went into K's room, and when I walked in, I guess J came out and stood just outside the door waiting. Before I mention this, I need to point out that J is a monstrous human being. He outweighs me by about 70 pounds of muscle and is about 6'6 to my 6'4. Oh, and he's black, which is in fact relevant to this story. I'm not small, but this guy would lay absolute waste to me. I walk into K's room and he turns and says "Hey, in your opinion, what's the most racist thing to say to a black guy?" I naturally reply with an N-bomb, which was J's cue to come in. He gets in my face screaming at me "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? YOU COME INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE AND YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST SAY SHIT LIKE THAT? I DON'T CARE WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE OR WHETHER OR NOT YOU'RE JOKING, BECAUSE THAT SHIT ISN'T FUCKING FUNNY. YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE AND YOU BETTER NOT FUCKING SHOW YOUR FACE AROUND HERE FOR A LONG TIME." The whole time I was stuttering, trying to explain what had happened, but he just kept telling me to shut the fuck up and went back to yelling. Then, he cocked back his fist which caused me to backpedal into a wall. He drops his fist and starts laughing his ass off, and then let me in on their little joke. Assholes.
Escalating prank war. Maybe I was at a musician friend's house when he was on the road (hanging out with his roommates), and maybe I put baby powder on his ceiling fan, and maybe when he came home from being away for 2 weeks, he turned on his fan, and got aforementioned baby powder everywhere. Maybe he put my phone number on craigslist and said I was moving and selling a hot tub for EXTREMELY cheap. Maybe I got over 300 phone calls in 2 hours. Maybe I had to change my cell phone number. Asshole. Maybe I found out when the latest tour would end, and ransacked his house with his roommates. Maybe we hid the tv, the dogs and his guns (when he got there, he went straight for the pistols. Hey, foresight!). Maybe we got his drummer to volunteer to call the cops...and by the cops, I mean us hiding in the woods. The war ended there.
One that my father taught me that he used to do a lot as a kid is to get several ketchup packets and to tear them just a little bit so that you can squeeze the ketchup out of them. Instead of squeezing the ketchup out of them however you place them on the porcelain of the toilet bowl right where those little circles rest on it when you put the seat down, which of course you do. This way the next person who comes into the bathroom and sits down on the seat has ketchup splattered all over their ass. Its unfortunate because unless you have a lot of time on your hands to just sit around and wait for someone to go into the bathroom your not really going to get to see the aftermath.
Back when I was in high school, our main school building had a rotunda (circular lobby area). We started at one side and filled the entire floor with dixie cups and filled them with water. The trick though, is that we stapled each cup to the adjacent ones so by the end, the entire floor was one massive block of water filled dixie cups that was extremely difficult to remove without getting water everywhere. Good times...
I'm pretty sure this is actually harassment. How was she a dumb whore, when you were the one busy being a nerdy dick?
I was only witness to this prank. I worked in a lumberyard building housepacks with hillbillies when I was in my early 20's. Our super loved to prank the guys. Fortunately I was off limits because I had titties. Anyhow... The super was really after this guy who talked shit all the time. He really was a jerk, he gave me shit all the time because I was the only female on the premises who wasn't a straight up bull dyke. He even would say I should be giving head instead of driving a lift. So one day the boss comes in with a sealed ziplock baggie with what appeared to be folded paper towels inside. He tells the target to get started on a big order and asks me to wait with another guy. Once the target left he very carefully unwraps his prize. Skunk scent sacks.He tells us he obtained them from roadkill. I'm backing away as if they may go off at any moment. The target left his keys in the office, as was common practice. You don't want anything on your person that may get caught on any of the machinery that we used. Bossman took the keys and ordered us to keep watch. The target drove a little Nissan 4x4. Bossman puts one sack under the gas pedal and one in the crease of the seat, where it would likely burst first. All day we were waiting for this guy to go get in his damn truck. I knew it was a mean prank, as it would REALLY suck to get cleaned, but I still felt he deserved it. The guy finally leaves, we are all watching, and nothing happens! Disappointed we hope to hear about it the following day. Oh and we did. Except, the guys 250 pound mother is the one who got the worse dose. She had to use his truck to go to Walmart and got a surprise. The target was furious yet never thought it was any of us. I miss hillbillies.
I lived in a house with some friends and every once in a while we'd take an old sound effects record and plug the turntable into a PA and blast the sounds of car crash out the window. Then we'd turn out all the lights in the house and wait for the cops to come sniffing around. After they left we'd blast some random sound effect or take turns screaming or farting into a mic plugged into the PA. Then we'd turn the lights back on and smoke more dope.
When I get to the age where my friends start having sons around 11/12/13 I'm going to do this one: I'll go on their family computers and purposely visit gay porn sites. Then purposely not delete my cookies so that it looks like it was their son visiting the gay porn sites and they were just too young and inexperienced to know they had to cover their tracks. Should be fucking hilarious...