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Post by Arthurdollar on May 7, 2008 14:24:28 GMT
Whats the best practical joke or dirty trick have you played on a friend or foe, Discuss  |
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Post by ben88 on May 7, 2008 14:26:04 GMT
whenever im high, i always hide under my friends kitchen table and grap the legs of my friends who walk past. that shits them up.
cling film over toilet seat is a classic
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Post by SegaMegaDave on May 7, 2008 14:32:46 GMT
wedging fish fingers behind all the radiators in someones house is always good fun
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Post by Arthurdollar on May 7, 2008 14:33:54 GMT
I remember when we had house parties this scruffy cunt would turn up with a bottle of cheap wine and drink top shelf alnight. Before he passed out it was noticed he would hide a bottle of wine or cider for his early morning drink. So we waited untill his snoring started and we all pissed in a big empty bottle of cider. My mate insisted on wiping the rim of the bottle around his ring-piece. We would arrange a little wake up call and all pretend to be asleep. Well fuck me he woke up sank the lot and went back to sleep, without any emotion.  We put it down to him being a regular in a Bank´s Pub.........Dirty bastard  |
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Post by st0kecity on May 7, 2008 15:18:23 GMT
Many years ago we used to go to The Wheatsheaf in Stoke. Came out one night and walked past the car park up by funsters, parked up was a little red robin reliant. 4 of us got a corner each, picked it up and moved it from the bottom car park to the top, then sat on the steps by the bank until its very confused owner came back  From then on, Robin Reliant moving became a sport. |
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Post by Arthurdollar on May 7, 2008 15:37:18 GMT
Many years ago we used to go to The Wheatsheaf in Stoke. Came out one night and walked past the car park up by funsters, parked up was a little red robin reliant. 4 of us got a corner each, picked it up and moved it from the bottom car park to the top, then sat on the steps by the bank until its very confused owner came back From then on, Robin Reliant moving became a sport. Oh yeh we used to go down the back allyways in Stoke and if say a Mini was parked we used to pick it up and turn it side on the the ally. Got help the poor sod the next morning trying straighten it up ;D |
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Post by ben88 on May 7, 2008 15:48:12 GMT
house parties, we have done everything from throwing a christmas tree on a passed out couple, to hiding 40 house bricks in various places around the house (toilet, parents pillow cases, hamster cage etc etc)
we once found a lads mums rampant rabbit, waited till he was asleep and.....i dont even like saying it, sticking sanitry towels to the cielings with tooth paste. setting off the powder fire extinguisher in the bath. smeering the kitchen with nuttela. going round a lads 18th century manor house and detroying it.
i have done many things i am not proud of in my youth
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Post by stokiedave45 on May 7, 2008 18:25:23 GMT
I changed my bessie mates shower gel for immac. What a joy it was watching his hair fall out as we were getting showered after playing a footie match.
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Post by bettyswallocks on May 7, 2008 18:54:01 GMT
One of the funniest ones for us was chasing the milkman round the estate for ages as 2 of the other lads drove his float and nosedived it into the local river, that was one hell of a fucking night ;D
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Post by walrus on May 7, 2008 20:46:08 GMT
If you're in a situation with lots of computers next to each other like in a library or office, wait until the guy next to you goes to the toilet or whatever then quicky unplug his keyboard and plug yours into his computer.
Then start having a conversation as if you were the computer by typing things like,
''Hello, again mate, did you have a good shit?''
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Post by Zippy Moon Dust on May 8, 2008 9:35:37 GMT
If you're in a situation with lots of computers next to each other like in a library or office Press PrtScr. Paste that into MS Paint and save into a new folder - there must be no other images in that folder. Flip vertically. Save. Open it and press F11. When they come back their screen looks upside down eg  |
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Post by Miniman on May 8, 2008 20:59:50 GMT
If you're in a situation with lots of computers next to each other like in a library or office Press PrtScr. Paste that into MS Paint and save into a new folder - there must be no other images in that folder. Flip vertically. Save. Open it and press F11. When they come back their screen looks upside down eg On XP you can just click on the home page with mouse and do that somehow think it's graphis options or something (i have Vista though so not the same...) |
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Post by myleftboot on May 8, 2008 21:07:24 GMT
Remember when I was in my last job we had a few  1. We used to swap the mouse plugs with the computer next to us so when the person moved the mouse on one side it moved on the screen opposite and vice cersa. Used to brass them off no end but we were just like that and couldnt help it. 2. We used to nick the mouse balls out of the PC mice. 3.Sellotape over the infra red mice receivers always went down well. 4. We used to have locked draws that were always alike in the call centre so we used to randomly swap them around after shifts had finished and wait for the person to come with their key to open their draw and get their stuff. By far the worst one I ever saw was at university. This youth come round for a few drinks which led to a bottle of vodka which eventually led to him passing out. My flat mates not content with putting this lad to bed in our spare room dragged him on the bed, got a task lamp and angled it on his arse after pulling his kegs down and writing "NO ENTRY!!!" on his arse in thick black permanent marker. Not content with this they took pictures on a digital camera which turned up on random noticeborads around Glamorgan Uni for the next few weeks . Even funnier was him carrying on getting drunk the next day and sobering up 2 days later unable to remember anything about where these pictures or indeed said writing came from. We were buggers really ;D |
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Post by Zippy Moon Dust on May 8, 2008 23:25:42 GMT
I shared a house in Liverpool with four other lads. The Weegie went back to Scotland for the weekend. It's along story (well actually since you ask one on of me mates had the turtle's head and was so desperate to get to the bog he snapped his key thus locking us out) The four us got locked out and had to smash a door panel to break in.
Sitting around after a game of house cricket (those washing balls make ace balls) we decided to make out that we'd been burgled but just completely emptied his room. He came back around 10pm
Here's the coup de grace He had a picture of his girlfriend by his bed and that's all we left. We replaced it with a picture of Thora Hurd.
It took him a full ten minutes before he noticed that. His language was quite ripe especially when he found out that we'd had the munchies and ate all his crisps and filled the bags up with lawn grass and superglued the packets back together.
Top bloke. He took it well.
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Post by Zippy Moon Dust on May 8, 2008 23:36:40 GMT
At University I lived in Halls in my first year.
We lived in the ground floor and the toilets weren't the quality ones from around here. Just cheapo plastic.
I waited until a flatmate announced he was going for a dump. I had a handy supply of bangers and went outside, lit it and put in the overflow and put my foot over the overflow pipe to direct the exhaust gases towards the bog.
He actually shit himself when the plastic cistern lid blew off.
Hats off to the bloke - he thought it was very funny and he encouraged us to to do it to as many people as we could with our limited banger supply.
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Post by stokietomo on May 9, 2008 8:07:36 GMT
We used to go round this girls house every week for a bit of a party. One week whilst she was sexually engaged upstairs here living room furniture was taken out of the patio doors and set up exactly the same on the back lawn. Including TV, rug and fish tank. She was not best pleased
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Post by ben88 on May 9, 2008 8:45:44 GMT
the worst thing me and my friends ever did was the biggest trashing house party ever.
we went up a "friends" house, basically this lads parents were loaded and lived in a big manor house, they had recently split up and he was now living on his own in a adjacent bungalow. we all had a little to drink and got a little high and this lad who's house it was completly passed out. the fun began.....
1, spilled 14 buckets of paint and chicken feed all over the lawn.
2, after cries of "dont break the gazzebo" all 5 of us simultaniously running into and breaking tha gazzebo.
3,writing our names in mature chedder on every window.
4, setting a skip on fire.
5,tipping all his furniture over in the lounge.
6, crushing a spreading 3 packets of jacobs cream crackers all over te lounge.
7, warming up 2 packets of pizza fingers in the microwave and playing parts on hisi lounge wall..............in the lounge.
8, making a hoist out of a tree, a long piece of rope and a metal L bend drainage pipe and smashing his underwear draw under it.
at this point we realised we maybe had gone a little to far. and knowing that this lad had a shot gun and machete under his bed we decided to run away into the night. he lived in wetley rocks and we walked for 8 hours straight to get to penkhul.
before we left me and another lad put an un oppened can of campbells soup in the microwave and set it for 2 hours.
i havent seen james since.
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Post by MrFlirty on May 9, 2008 9:05:21 GMT
Similar to one above.......after a big night out in the union we emptied one lads room and recreated it on the main lawn. He was so drunk we put him to bed outdoors so that he could wake up to fresh air in the morning. He was so hungover the following morning he woke up , saw his situation, then went back to sleep
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Post by Zippy Moon Dust on May 9, 2008 11:03:52 GMT
There was a kid at school who really got on my nerves. He was eating a bag of crisps and offered some to me. I was eating a cheese and tomato sandwich at the time so I carefully placed a small piece of cheese between my fingers and dropped it in his crisp bag while taking a few crisps.
When he got to end of the bag he put his head back and tipped all the small broken crispy bits in his mouth without looking in the bag. He wasn't expecting anything with the texture of cheese and promptly threw up.
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Post by the cat on May 9, 2008 11:10:56 GMT
There's some evil fuckers on here. Remind me not to cross any of you lot |
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Post by ben88 on May 9, 2008 11:14:06 GMT
not as much of a prank as a horrible horrible thing i did.
history in high school, there was a lad, who i didnt disslike, but was abit of a laughing stock.
so i carefully spent about 2 weeks worth of lessons plucking my pubes and keeping them in an envolope. when i had enough. i waited till he went to the toilet and found his lunch box. straight inbetween his ham and cheese.
he found me later and punched me in the face. i said fair enough.
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Post by vestanpance on May 9, 2008 11:20:59 GMT
After getting booted out of a pub where we had been enjoying a few ales in the Lake District (after an argument about a chair with one of the local posh tits), we relieved our bowels on the bonnet of this arseholes Mercedes Benz. At least we thought it was his. imagine the surprise of the perfectly pleasant septogenarian couple when they came out to their immaculate vehicle, only to find 4lbs of cable laid on the bonnet. It wasn't that funny until the bloke "well it must have been a fucking big cat Magda, we'd better keep our eyes open for a fucking Panther then", then she gave him a bollocking for swearing at her and they drove off, arguing with 4 massive steamers still sat on their car.
I literally laughed for about a year on and off after that one.
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Post by the cat on May 9, 2008 11:33:07 GMT
Karma for that one Vestan!
;D ;D
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Post by PotteringThrough on May 9, 2008 12:03:58 GMT
Brilliant Vestan!
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Post by Arthurdollar on May 9, 2008 12:15:06 GMT
I remember while at Shelton Bar one of the lads put a dead mouse in another blokes steel-capped boot and we all pissed ourselves as he kept tapping his toe on the floor as the poor little bastard was getting mashed up between his toes  .......Not a happy bunny ;D |
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2008 12:15:21 GMT
Ben, I don't think you've quite got the hang of this thread. There's practical jokes (i.e. Cling film on the toilet) and then there's wrecking someone's house for the fun of it.
Take a bow son.
Feck me what a plank
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Post by vestanpance on May 9, 2008 12:18:13 GMT
Ben,
I was thinking pretty much the same thing mate. I mean, there's a practical joke, and then there's being a cunt.
I'm going to tell james where you live, so he can come round and punt you in the knackers.
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Post by Zippy Moon Dust on May 9, 2008 12:28:03 GMT
My mum re-married to a bloke I couldn't stand (thankfully divorced now)
It was a nice sunny day and he was sunbathing in the garden just wearing shorts. I got a nice sized piece of white bogroll, wetted it and chucked it at him from my bedroom window. It hit him right on the chest.
Being a sunny day he couldn't see too well when he opened his eyes (he's was dozing off). He thought a bird had shat on him and he jumped up and started shouting towards the sky "you bastards".
I couldn't keep a straight face when he tried to bollock me. This beetroot man with bogroll on his chest trying to tell me off. It didn't help when my mum cracked up too. I was 10. It still makes me laugh - that splat sound on his chest.
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Post by Zippy Moon Dust on May 9, 2008 12:37:15 GMT
From b3ta.com
A little man decides to pull out of a junction and turn right without noticing I'm travelling on the road he's just turned into. Result: weighed anchor narrowly missing him.
Generally I'm cool with idiots however, he makes that 'cheery wave after looking in his rear view like his just been let out of a junction through me being courteous and just wanting to test my brakes'. Gets to the queue at the light sand I'm at his door giving him my considered opinion.
He decides to lock his door and make rude gestures (brave and stupid - always a fun combo) so I grab his door handle which comes off in my hand. I then throw the broken handle at the window somewhat de-stressed and amused that this pathetic piece of Jap Crap has come apart with minimal effort.
Fast forward three weeks and there's a phone call from PC Plod. The half wit has taken my reg and called the Rozzers. Cue suitably apologetic conversation with an 'old school' copper who suggests I make amends by posting this numb nuts a cheque for the door handle and then he won't have to pay me a visit and fill in forms. I agree and the filth gives me his address!!!! (Data Protection - whats that?)
I dutifully sent off a cheque to the supplied address, waited 'til it cleared thus verifying the pillocks whereabouts and then in the still of the night paid his Micra a visit with iron filings. For those not of a destructive persuasion - sprinkling iron filings onto paintwork in a pattern (or words of your choice) overnight sees them a) become rusty with the condensation / dew / wet and b) eat into the paint / attach itself to the bodywork so that the only thing that can be done is the panel needs to be sanded flat and repainted. Not something an insurance firm will be doing on a ten year old car.....write off.
So - until the pay out (approx three weeks) and the long last drive to the knackers yard this one handled blue pile of sh*te drove around with 'wanker' in rust on the bonnet and sex pest on the roof.
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Post by myleftboot on May 9, 2008 15:01:13 GMT
Mate of mine used to work nights on a ditribution centre years ago and there was always this lad who would disapear the loo for about 15 minutes at 2 - 3am every morning. He said they all had their suspicions on what he was up to so one night when he had gone in they followed him in and saw him go in the cubicle and heard a few strange noises.
One of the lads off the firm got this banger, wedged it in the door, lit it and scarpered. They heard this thing go off in Chel Heath ;D. They went back in the toilets the door was practically hanging off this cubicle and theres this lad who was having a wank, porn mag in hand, still got a boner, kegs down and cowering in the corner of the cubicle. He'd pissed himself and fell off the bog and didn't know what to do next.
;D
Crazy days sadly missed.
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From then on, Robin Reliant moving became a sport.
.......Not a happy bunny ;D
