That one had all the elements...twists, the unexpected, fear, a little pain! Good one!
What's the best practical joke you have ever played?
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That one had all the elements...twists, the unexpected, fear, a little pain! Good one!
One of my closest friends Chris B. (who died in a car wreck 12 years ago next week) pulled this on my best friend Mike.
The setup was easy... Mike bought $5 dollars worth of quick picks when we rolled into PCB for college spring break. This was back in the day when you got a different ticket for each play but they were labeled by panel A, B, C, etc. Needless to say after a late Saturday night of partying at the beach Mike slept in late. Chris got up early and walked over to the same store and bought another $5 worth of tickets but made sure panel D had last night's winning numbers. He went back and replaced the old panel D ticket and left PCB headed back home. Around 10:00 AM when Mike finally got up he got around to checking his numbers. He read and reread the numbers a dozen times, he went on the balcony and shouted he won over and over until we made him come in (none of us knew anything about the joke). He called his house and his 90 year old grandmother answered so for 10 minutes he explained to her that he had just won $12 Million dollars... she said "that's nice son, when are you coming home?" He started dividing money amongst all of us and spending it in his mind. He planned out how we were going to stay in PCB another night, his treat, and drive to Tallahassee on Monday morning. Finally we convinced him to go back to the store to have the ticket scanned. Imagine his dismay when the store clerk told him that he did indeed have the winning numbers but the ticket was for the next drawing not Saturday's. He was in shock; he showed the clerk all 5 tickets in order and all of them but D was for Saturday night. The clerk simply said the machine makes mistakes sometimes, "it must have been a glitch". Mike was crushed, he spent the rest of the day depressed and doing "what if" scenarios.
Late that afternoon when we got back home (Albany, GA) we saw Chris in town and Mike told him his sad tale. I still don't know how he did it but Chris kept a straight face throughout the entire 20 minute story. Finally after Mike was finished Chris deadpanned, "I got your A@@!" I think the rest of us realized what he was saying before Mike did, we all started laughing hysterically and Mike just said, "What, What, What?"
One of the best practical jokes I've ever seen first hand that worked perfectly!
OK...here it is. Not for the squeamish!
OK...here it is. The coup de gras! It's a little long...
Again, this happened at the same law firm with the same bunch of guys. I think I'm finally realizing how twisted we were!
One afternoon we decided that we wanted Popeye's fried chicken for lunch. 4 of us were going to walk and get the orders for everybody. We called our friend, DJ, down in the file room four floors below us and asked if he wanted anything. He did and told us what he wanted. So, off we went with money and orders in hand.
As we walked past the old C&S Bank building in downtown Atlanta, WHAM! A pigeon swooped down and flew into one of the glass windows. Poor little booger was dead right there. We pushed it off the sidewalk against the window and continued on.
Anyway, we placed our orders, and as we walked out, one of the guys told us to hang on. He went back inside and came back with an extra bag and a boat. If you think back 25 years ago, Popeye's used to serve their chicken in little plastic boats. When we got to the recently deceased pigeon, he reached down and put it in the bag. Of course, at this point we were all intrigued.
When we got back to our break room, the perpetrator took the bird and put it in the boat on its back. He sprinkled french fries around the bird and put the fried chicken skin from a breast on top of the bird. We packaged it up nicely put it in the bag and called DJ to come eat his food.
5 minutes later DJ showed up, grabbed the bag, and headed for the door. We aksed where he was going, and he said that he was going to the breakroom on the 32nd floor where all the "hot chicks" ate lunch. Holy cow!!!!
We all took off down the fire escape which had a door that went into the back of the breakroom. DJ showed up a few minutes later. The secretaries made a space for him at the table. He took out his drink and fries, but instead of taking out his "meal" he turned and headed for the kitchenette. Without even opening the bag he threw it into the microwave and turned it on. I'm sure you can guess what was going through our minds.
When the bell went off, DJ took the "meal" and sat at the table with the secretaries. Off came the paper wrapping from the meal, and there it was...a dead pigeon with a sizzling piece of fried chicken skin bubbling away on the bird. One secretary threw up
right there on the floor. All of them screamed and ran out of the breakroom!
We all headed upstairs wondering if we would still have jobs in the morning. A few minutes later DJ showed up, and all he did was ask for his lunch. We handed him his real lunch, and all he could muster was "thanks". I know we scarred the secretaries for life, and poor DJ was too scared to eat in the breakroom for months to come.
I don't know what ever came of the bird...
OK...here it is. The coup de gras! It's a little long...
Again, this happened at the same law firm with the same bunch of guys. I think I'm finally realizing how twisted we were!
One afternoon we decided that we wanted Popeye's fried chicken for lunch. 4 of us were going to walk and get the orders for everybody. We called our friend, DJ, down in the file room four floors below us and asked if he wanted anything. He did and told us what he wanted. So, off we went with money and orders in hand.
As we walked past the old C&S Bank building in downtown Atlanta, WHAM! A pigeon swooped down and flew into one of the glass windows. Poor little booger was dead right there. We pushed it off the sidewalk against the window and continued on.
Anyway, we placed our orders, and as we walked out, one of the guys told us to hang on. He went back inside and came back with an extra bag and a boat. If you think back 25 years ago, Popeye's used to serve their chicken in little plastic boats. When we got to the recently deceased pigeon, he reached down and put it in the bag. Of course, at this point we were all intrigued.
When we got back to our break room, the perpetrator took the bird and put it in the boat on its back. He sprinkled french fries around the bird and put the fried chicken skin from a breast on top of the bird. We packaged it up nicely put it in the bag and called DJ to come eat his food.
5 minutes later DJ showed up, grabbed the bag, and headed for the door. We aksed where he was going, and he said that he was going to the breakroom on the 32nd floor where all the "hot chicks" ate lunch. Holy cow!!!!
We all took off down the fire escape which had a door that went into the back of the breakroom. DJ showed up a few minutes later. The secretaries made a space for him at the table. He took out his drink and fries, but instead of taking out his "meal" he turned and headed for the kitchenette. Without even opening the bag he threw it into the microwave and turned it on. I'm sure you can guess what was going through our minds.
When the bell went off, DJ took the "meal" and sat at the table with the secretaries. Off came the paper wrapping from the meal, and there it was...a dead pigeon with a sizzling piece of fried chicken skin bubbling away on the bird. One secretary threw up
right there on the floor. All of them screamed and ran out of the breakroom!We all headed upstairs wondering if we would still have jobs in the morning. A few minutes later DJ showed up, and all he did was ask for his lunch. We handed him his real lunch, and all he could muster was "thanks". I know we scarred the secretaries for life, and poor DJ was too scared to eat in the breakroom for months to come.
I don't know what ever came of the bird...
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Oh, that's good! :funn:
Heisted a coworker's truck, drove it up the steps of his boss' office building, and parked it on the porch, blocking the entry door. (I had cleared the plan with the secretary, who had a back exit door, and ensured that the boss was on vacation.) He was driving down the road with another coworker, and spotted his truck on the porch. I later was informed that I stripped out his clutch on the way up the steps. Ooops.
I am cracking up so hard I have tears, that is hilarious!
I went to a small college in South Carolina and in the mid seventies, practical jokes were all the rage. The bigger and more elaborate the better.
Joke #1.
At our school, parking was limited near the classroom buildings so everyone walked or biked to class. Everyone also had huge rings of keys (mailbox, labs, study rooms, etc) that they carried. An inspired group managed to wrangle the car keys from about 20 students without being detected. THe next morning, whe everyone was heading to breaksfast, we found all the cars parked on the main lawn of the college with a huge Used Car Sale sign and humorous descriptions on each car.
Joke #1.
At our school, parking was limited near the classroom buildings so everyone walked or biked to class. Everyone also had huge rings of keys (mailbox, labs, study rooms, etc) that they carried. An inspired group managed to wrangle the car keys from about 20 students without being detected. THe next morning, whe everyone was heading to breaksfast, we found all the cars parked on the main lawn of the college with a huge Used Car Sale sign and humorous descriptions on each car.
Joke #2
Again at breakfast one morning we all looked up and saw that a Shoney's Big Boy had been hoisted up on top of the dining hall. Hilarious. The Dean of Students was all worried and scurried to make amends with the Shoney's restaurant and get them their Big Boy back and hope that charges were not pressed against some students.
The twist: The manager of the Shoney's had actually assisted the culprits in loading the Big Boy onto their truck. THe local police had used the wench on the front of the squad car to hoist it up.
Again at breakfast one morning we all looked up and saw that a Shoney's Big Boy had been hoisted up on top of the dining hall. Hilarious. The Dean of Students was all worried and scurried to make amends with the Shoney's restaurant and get them their Big Boy back and hope that charges were not pressed against some students.
The twist: The manager of the Shoney's had actually assisted the culprits in loading the Big Boy onto their truck. THe local police had used the wench on the front of the squad car to hoist it up.
Crazy K and I were in Cape San Blas getting the house ready for some friends she hired to paint the exterior. We left and they stayed at the house while they were painting. One of the painters, pretty well known in SRB also known to down unimaginable amounts of vodka, went looking for the vodka in the liquer cabinet. He found it and proceeded to party hardy with vodka and tonic about 9AM. About noon, he started to realize he wasn't getting buzzed, so he drank more and finally finished a huge bottle of Absolute.
It finally dawned on him that we filled the bottle with water! The other painters with him were in on the joke and were amazed that he didn't catch on before he finished the whole bottle, they said when he finally realized what we did he was obviously po'd. He went to St. Joe, bought a bottle and everything was cool from then on.
It finally dawned on him that we filled the bottle with water! The other painters with him were in on the joke and were amazed that he didn't catch on before he finished the whole bottle, they said when he finally realized what we did he was obviously po'd. He went to St. Joe, bought a bottle and everything was cool from then on.
Restaurant practical jokes were always my favorite.
Airing out the walkin - Make the victim "air out the walkin" by going outside with large trash bags and "collecting" air. Then they have to come inside and "release" the "fresh air" into the walkin. The trick was to wager on how many trips the victim would make before a manager stepped in.
Draining the coffee pot - Basically tell them to empty the coffee pot by running out all the water. As most people know the large restaurant style coffee pots are hooked up to a waterline and never run empty.
Airing out the walkin - Make the victim "air out the walkin" by going outside with large trash bags and "collecting" air. Then they have to come inside and "release" the "fresh air" into the walkin. The trick was to wager on how many trips the victim would make before a manager stepped in.
Draining the coffee pot - Basically tell them to empty the coffee pot by running out all the water. As most people know the large restaurant style coffee pots are hooked up to a waterline and never run empty.