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Make it clear - this is not even a TENTH of the whole document. Alos, I did not write these.
One joke that we did in residence was the Chinese Fire Drill, I don't quite know why it is called that. Anyway..
The victim is on the pot in the dorm washroom. Everyone grabs a bucket (we used the was**te baskets from our rooms) and fills the buckets with water. Take a paper bag and set it on fire, toss it under the door into the s**tall. Yell fire as everyone tosses the water into the s**tall. Needless to say the fire as well as the victim get very wet.
This one fellow in the house was hit a number of times and took to relieving himself in other locals. We followed him a couple of times and nailed him in many parts of the residence.
Later of course we conspired with our victim to get back at the original ins**tigator of the drill. The guy in the s**tall had a bucket of water, and when the the ins**tigator tossed the bag in we all hit him.
I jus**t pulled one on somebody -- I slipped some of those anti- shoplifting s**trips into the lining of the victim's favorite jacket. I was set to pull another one, but didn't get the chance - to cut out a silhouette of a gun from metal and hide it in a piece of carry-on luggage.
Two teachers at my high school s**tarted a practical joke war that culminated in a junk mail war of huge proportions. They finally called a truce and got it cleared up and the mail s**topped, EXCEPT for the military mail that one had signed the other one up for. He wrote (hones**tly) that he had graduated from a fine college and was interes**ted in the Marines, Air Force, etc. etc. When I left, about two years after this, he was s**till getting PHONE CALLS from 2-4 times a month.... they were VERY persis**tant even over he (loud) objections that he was 45 and not interes**ted in a career change...
New secretary (second day on the job) answers telephone as is told in official tones: "This is the phone company. We are tes**ting a new circuit wiring scheme in your offices. Please keep everyone off the phones for the next 10 minutes. We will be verifying the correct wiring of your sys**tem by passing HOT STEAM through the wires. Ins**truct your employees to place their phones on the floor, or, better yet, wrap them in towels to avoid scalding themselves. We will advise you when the tes**ts are complete *click*" After momentary panic, the secretary begins a frenzied "Paul Revere" routine, running from desk to desk while glancing frequently at her watch. Jus**t as the 10 minutes are about up, she burs**ts into her boss's office (while he is in the mids**t of an important long-dis**tance call) and, screaming, grabs the receiver from his hand and flings the whole phone under his desk...
Tell someone you can pin a glass of water to the wall -- a real glass, not a paper cup, using an ordinary s**traight pin. Naturally they won't believe, so you set out to prove it.
Get a glass of water and a pin. Hold the glass up to the wall and s**tart to pin it up. And then drop the pin. You've got the glass in position jus**t right, so you ask your victim real nice to get the pin for you. When they bend down to pick it up, dump the water on their head.
This works especially well when there's a crowd of people watching. It can also be very dangerous for the joker, so be careful if you try it.
one time in my undergrad days, it was snowing like mad out. someone decided it was time a make a snowball. then someone else sugges**ted that we should put this snowball in this one guy's room-- nobody liked this guy-- so when the word got around, half the people in our dorm section came out and help! we got this sucker so BIG that it mus**t be at leas**t 4 feet in diameter. it took about 6 person to haul the darn thing up 3 flights of s**tairs. we got the snowball into this guy's room while he was out, turn off the heat in the room and left all the windows open, so the snowball won't melt too fas**t. well... the turkey came back 3 hours later and found a HUGH snowball sitting in the middle of his room, and s**tarted melting! I s**till have the picture of the snowball. (if you really wonder how big the snowball is, jus**t imagine a snowball the size of a normal dinning room chair!)
This reminds me of a similar s**tunt we used to enjoy at the dining hall in my undergrad days. The food service used opaque plas**tic salt and pepper shakers with pop-off tops that could be pried off with a knife blade if you were persis**tent enough.
PREPARATION (in a res**troom nearby):
Empty salt ( or pepper) from a previously 'acquired' container and fill about 1/3 full with concentrated lemon juice.
Place a thin tissue across the opening, poke it down a bit to form a depression, and fill the depression with about a teaspoon of baking soda.
Cover (from the inside) the holes of the top with tape of the appropriate color.
Replace top on container and trim visible tissue from around the top.
Carry the device to dining hall (upright and as s**table as is possible... for your own sake).
After discretely placing the shaker on your table (only place it near to you... see caveat #1 below), observe the next person to use the salt (pepper). (S)He will shake lightly at firs**t, then harder as nothing comes out. Due to the breakdown of the tissue and the pressure resulting from the classic acid/base reaction, the top will pop off (quite spectacularly) amids**t a shower of foam. Your victim (as will as everyone around) should have quite a reaction, since one does not usually observe this type of behavior in a salt (pepper) shaker!
CAVEATS:
The top will come off with some force. If the holes are sealed well, this will happen on about the second or third shake. Once, though, due to poor sealing, it took about 5 seconds, during which time our victim s**tarted looking at the shaker to examine the "foamy s**tuff coming out" of the holes... we quickly grabbed the shaker from her to direct the top towards the ceiling before it went off. So, watch carefully!
The "foam shower" (lemon juice & soda) may ruin you victim meal... be prepared to pop for another one.
Don't do this if your victim or anyone near ground zero is dressed up (this joke will flop at board meetings and the like).
This joke has been done 50 (yes, 50) years ago by my father-in-law.
Firs**t, a little background:
He lived in a small village, north-wes**t of Quebec City along the St-Laurent river. In those days, toilets were located outside the house in what we call in good ol' french canadian 'becosse', from 'back house' I think. These are a little wood shack with no floor over a hole in the ground where you ... You can guess.
Now, for the joke:
He and a friend were thrown out of a party by the doorman.
When it was really dark,, the doorman went to inves**tigate what was knocking at the window. They had suspended a rock to the window frame so it hung right it the middle and tied another s**tring to the rock and hid behind the 'becosse' where they pulled that second s**tring to make the rock knock in the window. That's an old trick. The doorman wouldn't fall for that one. So he followed the second s**tring in the dark and soon concluded that they were hidding behind the 'becosse'.
He ran toward the merely visible wood s**tructure...
But my father-in-law and his friend had taken care of moving the shack six feet ... Boy he fell in the sh*t !!
This one hasn't come up despite the presence of UCLA on the net. I'm led to the sad conclusion that the tradition has died.
In the mid '70s, jus**t before it was overrun by fanatic Dungeons & Dragons (tm) players, the UCLA Computer Club was hos**t to a long series of "glitter traps." Example: joke subject sits at a desk, pulls out a drawer. A s**tring runs from the back of the drawer, up the wall, into the false ceiling, over to a spot directly over the subject's head, where it triggers the trap: a mousetrap whose action snaps a card away >from its position covering a funnel, releasing a handful of glitter, which flows down the funnel, through its spout, through a hole in the ceiling acous**tic tile, onto the subject. It was wonderful to watch: a muffled snapping noise, a quiet "chuff," and the slow, glittery descent of a cloud of brightly colored dus**t, to settle over the head and shoulders of a club member who by now has assumed an expression of appreciative resignation.
Another, more short-lived ploy was to suspend a wooden horseshoe by a s**tring from the ceiling in the corridor, such that the horseshow dangles a couple of inches above the top of an upright broom. Mos**t conventional brooms will s**tand on their s**traws with a little coaxing. We attached a sign labeling the horseshow "wood magnet." Quite a few people took it at face value.
I was once in a nice family-s**tyle res**taurant when I observed some kids supergluing the dishes to the table. They also attached the silverware, napkins, salt, pepper, etc. If it wasn't already nailed down, it was now. They s**tayed long enough to let the glue set, and then paid and left. They watched as the poor busboy tried to get the s**tuff off of the table.
Also funny is supergluing a quarter to the sidewalk. I know its old, but in the city, with the diverse types of people around, it gets really amusing. I watched this old lady whack at it with her cane for about 10 min. cursing......
A few months ago I saw a newspaper clipping which told of a newspaper in Illinois (I think...) which ran a s**tory warning consumers that, on such-and- such day, Illinois Bell would be "blowing the dus**t out of the phone lines" and that all phone owners should cover the earpiece of their phones with a bag to catch the dus**t.
Bell made them print a retraction, after receiving numerous calls asking what sort of bag to use ...
People, they is amazing.
One joke that we did in residence was the Chinese Fire Drill, I don't quite know why it is called that. Anyway..
The victim is on the pot in the dorm washroom. Everyone grabs a bucket (we used the was**te baskets from our rooms) and fills the buckets with water. Take a paper bag and set it on fire, toss it under the door into the s**tall. Yell fire as everyone tosses the water into the s**tall. Needless to say the fire as well as the victim get very wet.
This one fellow in the house was hit a number of times and took to relieving himself in other locals. We followed him a couple of times and nailed him in many parts of the residence.
Later of course we conspired with our victim to get back at the original ins**tigator of the drill. The guy in the s**tall had a bucket of water, and when the the ins**tigator tossed the bag in we all hit him.
I jus**t pulled one on somebody -- I slipped some of those anti- shoplifting s**trips into the lining of the victim's favorite jacket. I was set to pull another one, but didn't get the chance - to cut out a silhouette of a gun from metal and hide it in a piece of carry-on luggage.
Two teachers at my high school s**tarted a practical joke war that culminated in a junk mail war of huge proportions. They finally called a truce and got it cleared up and the mail s**topped, EXCEPT for the military mail that one had signed the other one up for. He wrote (hones**tly) that he had graduated from a fine college and was interes**ted in the Marines, Air Force, etc. etc. When I left, about two years after this, he was s**till getting PHONE CALLS from 2-4 times a month.... they were VERY persis**tant even over he (loud) objections that he was 45 and not interes**ted in a career change...
New secretary (second day on the job) answers telephone as is told in official tones: "This is the phone company. We are tes**ting a new circuit wiring scheme in your offices. Please keep everyone off the phones for the next 10 minutes. We will be verifying the correct wiring of your sys**tem by passing HOT STEAM through the wires. Ins**truct your employees to place their phones on the floor, or, better yet, wrap them in towels to avoid scalding themselves. We will advise you when the tes**ts are complete *click*" After momentary panic, the secretary begins a frenzied "Paul Revere" routine, running from desk to desk while glancing frequently at her watch. Jus**t as the 10 minutes are about up, she burs**ts into her boss's office (while he is in the mids**t of an important long-dis**tance call) and, screaming, grabs the receiver from his hand and flings the whole phone under his desk...
Tell someone you can pin a glass of water to the wall -- a real glass, not a paper cup, using an ordinary s**traight pin. Naturally they won't believe, so you set out to prove it.
Get a glass of water and a pin. Hold the glass up to the wall and s**tart to pin it up. And then drop the pin. You've got the glass in position jus**t right, so you ask your victim real nice to get the pin for you. When they bend down to pick it up, dump the water on their head.
This works especially well when there's a crowd of people watching. It can also be very dangerous for the joker, so be careful if you try it.
one time in my undergrad days, it was snowing like mad out. someone decided it was time a make a snowball. then someone else sugges**ted that we should put this snowball in this one guy's room-- nobody liked this guy-- so when the word got around, half the people in our dorm section came out and help! we got this sucker so BIG that it mus**t be at leas**t 4 feet in diameter. it took about 6 person to haul the darn thing up 3 flights of s**tairs. we got the snowball into this guy's room while he was out, turn off the heat in the room and left all the windows open, so the snowball won't melt too fas**t. well... the turkey came back 3 hours later and found a HUGH snowball sitting in the middle of his room, and s**tarted melting! I s**till have the picture of the snowball. (if you really wonder how big the snowball is, jus**t imagine a snowball the size of a normal dinning room chair!)
This reminds me of a similar s**tunt we used to enjoy at the dining hall in my undergrad days. The food service used opaque plas**tic salt and pepper shakers with pop-off tops that could be pried off with a knife blade if you were persis**tent enough.
PREPARATION (in a res**troom nearby):
Empty salt ( or pepper) from a previously 'acquired' container and fill about 1/3 full with concentrated lemon juice.
Place a thin tissue across the opening, poke it down a bit to form a depression, and fill the depression with about a teaspoon of baking soda.
Cover (from the inside) the holes of the top with tape of the appropriate color.
Replace top on container and trim visible tissue from around the top.
Carry the device to dining hall (upright and as s**table as is possible... for your own sake).
After discretely placing the shaker on your table (only place it near to you... see caveat #1 below), observe the next person to use the salt (pepper). (S)He will shake lightly at firs**t, then harder as nothing comes out. Due to the breakdown of the tissue and the pressure resulting from the classic acid/base reaction, the top will pop off (quite spectacularly) amids**t a shower of foam. Your victim (as will as everyone around) should have quite a reaction, since one does not usually observe this type of behavior in a salt (pepper) shaker!
CAVEATS:
The top will come off with some force. If the holes are sealed well, this will happen on about the second or third shake. Once, though, due to poor sealing, it took about 5 seconds, during which time our victim s**tarted looking at the shaker to examine the "foamy s**tuff coming out" of the holes... we quickly grabbed the shaker from her to direct the top towards the ceiling before it went off. So, watch carefully!
The "foam shower" (lemon juice & soda) may ruin you victim meal... be prepared to pop for another one.
Don't do this if your victim or anyone near ground zero is dressed up (this joke will flop at board meetings and the like).
This joke has been done 50 (yes, 50) years ago by my father-in-law.
Firs**t, a little background:
He lived in a small village, north-wes**t of Quebec City along the St-Laurent river. In those days, toilets were located outside the house in what we call in good ol' french canadian 'becosse', from 'back house' I think. These are a little wood shack with no floor over a hole in the ground where you ... You can guess.
Now, for the joke:
He and a friend were thrown out of a party by the doorman.
When it was really dark,, the doorman went to inves**tigate what was knocking at the window. They had suspended a rock to the window frame so it hung right it the middle and tied another s**tring to the rock and hid behind the 'becosse' where they pulled that second s**tring to make the rock knock in the window. That's an old trick. The doorman wouldn't fall for that one. So he followed the second s**tring in the dark and soon concluded that they were hidding behind the 'becosse'.
He ran toward the merely visible wood s**tructure...
But my father-in-law and his friend had taken care of moving the shack six feet ... Boy he fell in the sh*t !!
This one hasn't come up despite the presence of UCLA on the net. I'm led to the sad conclusion that the tradition has died.
In the mid '70s, jus**t before it was overrun by fanatic Dungeons & Dragons (tm) players, the UCLA Computer Club was hos**t to a long series of "glitter traps." Example: joke subject sits at a desk, pulls out a drawer. A s**tring runs from the back of the drawer, up the wall, into the false ceiling, over to a spot directly over the subject's head, where it triggers the trap: a mousetrap whose action snaps a card away >from its position covering a funnel, releasing a handful of glitter, which flows down the funnel, through its spout, through a hole in the ceiling acous**tic tile, onto the subject. It was wonderful to watch: a muffled snapping noise, a quiet "chuff," and the slow, glittery descent of a cloud of brightly colored dus**t, to settle over the head and shoulders of a club member who by now has assumed an expression of appreciative resignation.
Another, more short-lived ploy was to suspend a wooden horseshoe by a s**tring from the ceiling in the corridor, such that the horseshow dangles a couple of inches above the top of an upright broom. Mos**t conventional brooms will s**tand on their s**traws with a little coaxing. We attached a sign labeling the horseshow "wood magnet." Quite a few people took it at face value.
I was once in a nice family-s**tyle res**taurant when I observed some kids supergluing the dishes to the table. They also attached the silverware, napkins, salt, pepper, etc. If it wasn't already nailed down, it was now. They s**tayed long enough to let the glue set, and then paid and left. They watched as the poor busboy tried to get the s**tuff off of the table.
Also funny is supergluing a quarter to the sidewalk. I know its old, but in the city, with the diverse types of people around, it gets really amusing. I watched this old lady whack at it with her cane for about 10 min. cursing......
A few months ago I saw a newspaper clipping which told of a newspaper in Illinois (I think...) which ran a s**tory warning consumers that, on such-and- such day, Illinois Bell would be "blowing the dus**t out of the phone lines" and that all phone owners should cover the earpiece of their phones with a bag to catch the dus**t.
Bell made them print a retraction, after receiving numerous calls asking what sort of bag to use ...
People, they is amazing.
I know. To your earlier question, I actually dislike Americans, as they are loud, brash and boastful.
There is a load of random crap on there I must admitt. Some of the stuff I find is amazing. Some of it is just so pointless.
No, got it from KaZaa.
Interesting some of them. Others were funny and a few were entertaing. Where did you get them all from. I'm guessing they are from Americans or you your self are American?
Make it clear - this is not even a TENTH of the whole document. Alos, I did not write these.
One joke that we did in residence was the Chinese Fire Drill, I don't quite know why it is called that. Anyway..
The victim is on the pot in the dorm washroom. Everyone grabs a bucket (we used the was**te baskets from our rooms) and fills the buckets with water. Take a paper bag and set it on fire, toss it under the door into the s**tall. Yell fire as everyone tosses the water into the s**tall. Needless to say the fire as well as the victim get very wet.
This one fellow in the house was hit a number of times and took to relieving himself in other locals. We followed him a couple of times and nailed him in many parts of the residence.
Later of course we conspired with our victim to get back at the original ins**tigator of the drill. The guy in the s**tall had a bucket of water, and when the the ins**tigator tossed the bag in we all hit him.
I jus**t pulled one on somebody -- I slipped some of those anti- shoplifting s**trips into the lining of the victim's favorite jacket. I was set to pull another one, but didn't get the chance - to cut out a silhouette of a gun from metal and hide it in a piece of carry-on luggage.
Two teachers at my high school s**tarted a practical joke war that culminated in a junk mail war of huge proportions. They finally called a truce and got it cleared up and the mail s**topped, EXCEPT for the military mail that one had signed the other one up for. He wrote (hones**tly) that he had graduated from a fine college and was interes**ted in the Marines, Air Force, etc. etc. When I left, about two years after this, he was s**till getting PHONE CALLS from 2-4 times a month.... they were VERY persis**tant even over he (loud) objections that he was 45 and not interes**ted in a career change...
New secretary (second day on the job) answers telephone as is told in official tones: "This is the phone company. We are tes**ting a new circuit wiring scheme in your offices. Please keep everyone off the phones for the next 10 minutes. We will be verifying the correct wiring of your sys**tem by passing HOT STEAM through the wires. Ins**truct your employees to place their phones on the floor, or, better yet, wrap them in towels to avoid scalding themselves. We will advise you when the tes**ts are complete *click*" After momentary panic, the secretary begins a frenzied "Paul Revere" routine, running from desk to desk while glancing frequently at her watch. Jus**t as the 10 minutes are about up, she burs**ts into her boss's office (while he is in the mids**t of an important long-dis**tance call) and, screaming, grabs the receiver from his hand and flings the whole phone under his desk...
Tell someone you can pin a glass of water to the wall -- a real glass, not a paper cup, using an ordinary s**traight pin. Naturally they won't believe, so you set out to prove it.
Get a glass of water and a pin. Hold the glass up to the wall and s**tart to pin it up. And then drop the pin. You've got the glass in position jus**t right, so you ask your victim real nice to get the pin for you. When they bend down to pick it up, dump the water on their head.
This works especially well when there's a crowd of people watching. It can also be very dangerous for the joker, so be careful if you try it.
one time in my undergrad days, it was snowing like mad out. someone decided it was time a make a snowball. then someone else sugges**ted that we should put this snowball in this one guy's room-- nobody liked this guy-- so when the word got around, half the people in our dorm section came out and help! we got this sucker so BIG that it mus**t be at leas**t 4 feet in diameter. it took about 6 person to haul the darn thing up 3 flights of s**tairs. we got the snowball into this guy's room while he was out, turn off the heat in the room and left all the windows open, so the snowball won't melt too fas**t. well... the turkey came back 3 hours later and found a HUGH snowball sitting in the middle of his room, and s**tarted melting! I s**till have the picture of the snowball. (if you really wonder how big the snowball is, jus**t imagine a snowball the size of a normal dinning room chair!)
This reminds me of a similar s**tunt we used to enjoy at the dining hall in my undergrad days. The food service used opaque plas**tic salt and pepper shakers with pop-off tops that could be pried off with a knife blade if you were persis**tent enough.
PREPARATION (in a res**troom nearby):
Empty salt ( or pepper) from a previously 'acquired' container and fill about 1/3 full with concentrated lemon juice.
Place a thin tissue across the opening, poke it down a bit to form a depression, and fill the depression with about a teaspoon of baking soda.
Cover (from the inside) the holes of the top with tape of the appropriate color.
Replace top on container and trim visible tissue from around the top.
Carry the device to dining hall (upright and as s**table as is possible... for your own sake).
After discretely placing the shaker on your table (only place it near to you... see caveat #1 below), observe the next person to use the salt (pepper). (S)He will shake lightly at firs**t, then harder as nothing comes out. Due to the breakdown of the tissue and the pressure resulting from the classic acid/base reaction, the top will pop off (quite spectacularly) amids**t a shower of foam. Your victim (as will as everyone around) should have quite a reaction, since one does not usually observe this type of behavior in a salt (pepper) shaker!
CAVEATS:
The top will come off with some force. If the holes are sealed well, this will happen on about the second or third shake. Once, though, due to poor sealing, it took about 5 seconds, during which time our victim s**tarted looking at the shaker to examine the "foamy s**tuff coming out" of the holes... we quickly grabbed the shaker from her to direct the top towards the ceiling before it went off. So, watch carefully!
The "foam shower" (lemon juice & soda) may ruin you victim meal... be prepared to pop for another one.
Don't do this if your victim or anyone near ground zero is dressed up (this joke will flop at board meetings and the like).
This joke has been done 50 (yes, 50) years ago by my father-in-law.
Firs**t, a little background:
He lived in a small village, north-wes**t of Quebec City along the St-Laurent river. In those days, toilets were located outside the house in what we call in good ol' french canadian 'becosse', from 'back house' I think. These are a little wood shack with no floor over a hole in the ground where you ... You can guess.
Now, for the joke:
He and a friend were thrown out of a party by the doorman.
When it was really dark,, the doorman went to inves**tigate what was knocking at the window. They had suspended a rock to the window frame so it hung right it the middle and tied another s**tring to the rock and hid behind the 'becosse' where they pulled that second s**tring to make the rock knock in the window. That's an old trick. The doorman wouldn't fall for that one. So he followed the second s**tring in the dark and soon concluded that they were hidding behind the 'becosse'.
He ran toward the merely visible wood s**tructure...
But my father-in-law and his friend had taken care of moving the shack six feet ... Boy he fell in the sh*t !!
This one hasn't come up despite the presence of UCLA on the net. I'm led to the sad conclusion that the tradition has died.
In the mid '70s, jus**t before it was overrun by fanatic Dungeons & Dragons (tm) players, the UCLA Computer Club was hos**t to a long series of "glitter traps." Example: joke subject sits at a desk, pulls out a drawer. A s**tring runs from the back of the drawer, up the wall, into the false ceiling, over to a spot directly over the subject's head, where it triggers the trap: a mousetrap whose action snaps a card away >from its position covering a funnel, releasing a handful of glitter, which flows down the funnel, through its spout, through a hole in the ceiling acous**tic tile, onto the subject. It was wonderful to watch: a muffled snapping noise, a quiet "chuff," and the slow, glittery descent of a cloud of brightly colored dus**t, to settle over the head and shoulders of a club member who by now has assumed an expression of appreciative resignation.
Another, more short-lived ploy was to suspend a wooden horseshoe by a s**tring from the ceiling in the corridor, such that the horseshow dangles a couple of inches above the top of an upright broom. Mos**t conventional brooms will s**tand on their s**traws with a little coaxing. We attached a sign labeling the horseshow "wood magnet." Quite a few people took it at face value.
I was once in a nice family-s**tyle res**taurant when I observed some kids supergluing the dishes to the table. They also attached the silverware, napkins, salt, pepper, etc. If it wasn't already nailed down, it was now. They s**tayed long enough to let the glue set, and then paid and left. They watched as the poor busboy tried to get the s**tuff off of the table.
Also funny is supergluing a quarter to the sidewalk. I know its old, but in the city, with the diverse types of people around, it gets really amusing. I watched this old lady whack at it with her cane for about 10 min. cursing......
A few months ago I saw a newspaper clipping which told of a newspaper in Illinois (I think...) which ran a s**tory warning consumers that, on such-and- such day, Illinois Bell would be "blowing the dus**t out of the phone lines" and that all phone owners should cover the earpiece of their phones with a bag to catch the dus**t.
Bell made them print a retraction, after receiving numerous calls asking what sort of bag to use ...
People, they is amazing.
One joke that we did in residence was the Chinese Fire Drill, I don't quite know why it is called that. Anyway..
The victim is on the pot in the dorm washroom. Everyone grabs a bucket (we used the was**te baskets from our rooms) and fills the buckets with water. Take a paper bag and set it on fire, toss it under the door into the s**tall. Yell fire as everyone tosses the water into the s**tall. Needless to say the fire as well as the victim get very wet.
This one fellow in the house was hit a number of times and took to relieving himself in other locals. We followed him a couple of times and nailed him in many parts of the residence.
Later of course we conspired with our victim to get back at the original ins**tigator of the drill. The guy in the s**tall had a bucket of water, and when the the ins**tigator tossed the bag in we all hit him.
I jus**t pulled one on somebody -- I slipped some of those anti- shoplifting s**trips into the lining of the victim's favorite jacket. I was set to pull another one, but didn't get the chance - to cut out a silhouette of a gun from metal and hide it in a piece of carry-on luggage.
Two teachers at my high school s**tarted a practical joke war that culminated in a junk mail war of huge proportions. They finally called a truce and got it cleared up and the mail s**topped, EXCEPT for the military mail that one had signed the other one up for. He wrote (hones**tly) that he had graduated from a fine college and was interes**ted in the Marines, Air Force, etc. etc. When I left, about two years after this, he was s**till getting PHONE CALLS from 2-4 times a month.... they were VERY persis**tant even over he (loud) objections that he was 45 and not interes**ted in a career change...
New secretary (second day on the job) answers telephone as is told in official tones: "This is the phone company. We are tes**ting a new circuit wiring scheme in your offices. Please keep everyone off the phones for the next 10 minutes. We will be verifying the correct wiring of your sys**tem by passing HOT STEAM through the wires. Ins**truct your employees to place their phones on the floor, or, better yet, wrap them in towels to avoid scalding themselves. We will advise you when the tes**ts are complete *click*" After momentary panic, the secretary begins a frenzied "Paul Revere" routine, running from desk to desk while glancing frequently at her watch. Jus**t as the 10 minutes are about up, she burs**ts into her boss's office (while he is in the mids**t of an important long-dis**tance call) and, screaming, grabs the receiver from his hand and flings the whole phone under his desk...
Tell someone you can pin a glass of water to the wall -- a real glass, not a paper cup, using an ordinary s**traight pin. Naturally they won't believe, so you set out to prove it.
Get a glass of water and a pin. Hold the glass up to the wall and s**tart to pin it up. And then drop the pin. You've got the glass in position jus**t right, so you ask your victim real nice to get the pin for you. When they bend down to pick it up, dump the water on their head.
This works especially well when there's a crowd of people watching. It can also be very dangerous for the joker, so be careful if you try it.
one time in my undergrad days, it was snowing like mad out. someone decided it was time a make a snowball. then someone else sugges**ted that we should put this snowball in this one guy's room-- nobody liked this guy-- so when the word got around, half the people in our dorm section came out and help! we got this sucker so BIG that it mus**t be at leas**t 4 feet in diameter. it took about 6 person to haul the darn thing up 3 flights of s**tairs. we got the snowball into this guy's room while he was out, turn off the heat in the room and left all the windows open, so the snowball won't melt too fas**t. well... the turkey came back 3 hours later and found a HUGH snowball sitting in the middle of his room, and s**tarted melting! I s**till have the picture of the snowball. (if you really wonder how big the snowball is, jus**t imagine a snowball the size of a normal dinning room chair!)
This reminds me of a similar s**tunt we used to enjoy at the dining hall in my undergrad days. The food service used opaque plas**tic salt and pepper shakers with pop-off tops that could be pried off with a knife blade if you were persis**tent enough.
PREPARATION (in a res**troom nearby):
Empty salt ( or pepper) from a previously 'acquired' container and fill about 1/3 full with concentrated lemon juice.
Place a thin tissue across the opening, poke it down a bit to form a depression, and fill the depression with about a teaspoon of baking soda.
Cover (from the inside) the holes of the top with tape of the appropriate color.
Replace top on container and trim visible tissue from around the top.
Carry the device to dining hall (upright and as s**table as is possible... for your own sake).
After discretely placing the shaker on your table (only place it near to you... see caveat #1 below), observe the next person to use the salt (pepper). (S)He will shake lightly at firs**t, then harder as nothing comes out. Due to the breakdown of the tissue and the pressure resulting from the classic acid/base reaction, the top will pop off (quite spectacularly) amids**t a shower of foam. Your victim (as will as everyone around) should have quite a reaction, since one does not usually observe this type of behavior in a salt (pepper) shaker!
CAVEATS:
The top will come off with some force. If the holes are sealed well, this will happen on about the second or third shake. Once, though, due to poor sealing, it took about 5 seconds, during which time our victim s**tarted looking at the shaker to examine the "foamy s**tuff coming out" of the holes... we quickly grabbed the shaker from her to direct the top towards the ceiling before it went off. So, watch carefully!
The "foam shower" (lemon juice & soda) may ruin you victim meal... be prepared to pop for another one.
Don't do this if your victim or anyone near ground zero is dressed up (this joke will flop at board meetings and the like).
This joke has been done 50 (yes, 50) years ago by my father-in-law.
Firs**t, a little background:
He lived in a small village, north-wes**t of Quebec City along the St-Laurent river. In those days, toilets were located outside the house in what we call in good ol' french canadian 'becosse', from 'back house' I think. These are a little wood shack with no floor over a hole in the ground where you ... You can guess.
Now, for the joke:
He and a friend were thrown out of a party by the doorman.
When it was really dark,, the doorman went to inves**tigate what was knocking at the window. They had suspended a rock to the window frame so it hung right it the middle and tied another s**tring to the rock and hid behind the 'becosse' where they pulled that second s**tring to make the rock knock in the window. That's an old trick. The doorman wouldn't fall for that one. So he followed the second s**tring in the dark and soon concluded that they were hidding behind the 'becosse'.
He ran toward the merely visible wood s**tructure...
But my father-in-law and his friend had taken care of moving the shack six feet ... Boy he fell in the sh*t !!
This one hasn't come up despite the presence of UCLA on the net. I'm led to the sad conclusion that the tradition has died.
In the mid '70s, jus**t before it was overrun by fanatic Dungeons & Dragons (tm) players, the UCLA Computer Club was hos**t to a long series of "glitter traps." Example: joke subject sits at a desk, pulls out a drawer. A s**tring runs from the back of the drawer, up the wall, into the false ceiling, over to a spot directly over the subject's head, where it triggers the trap: a mousetrap whose action snaps a card away >from its position covering a funnel, releasing a handful of glitter, which flows down the funnel, through its spout, through a hole in the ceiling acous**tic tile, onto the subject. It was wonderful to watch: a muffled snapping noise, a quiet "chuff," and the slow, glittery descent of a cloud of brightly colored dus**t, to settle over the head and shoulders of a club member who by now has assumed an expression of appreciative resignation.
Another, more short-lived ploy was to suspend a wooden horseshoe by a s**tring from the ceiling in the corridor, such that the horseshow dangles a couple of inches above the top of an upright broom. Mos**t conventional brooms will s**tand on their s**traws with a little coaxing. We attached a sign labeling the horseshow "wood magnet." Quite a few people took it at face value.
I was once in a nice family-s**tyle res**taurant when I observed some kids supergluing the dishes to the table. They also attached the silverware, napkins, salt, pepper, etc. If it wasn't already nailed down, it was now. They s**tayed long enough to let the glue set, and then paid and left. They watched as the poor busboy tried to get the s**tuff off of the table.
Also funny is supergluing a quarter to the sidewalk. I know its old, but in the city, with the diverse types of people around, it gets really amusing. I watched this old lady whack at it with her cane for about 10 min. cursing......
A few months ago I saw a newspaper clipping which told of a newspaper in Illinois (I think...) which ran a s**tory warning consumers that, on such-and- such day, Illinois Bell would be "blowing the dus**t out of the phone lines" and that all phone owners should cover the earpiece of their phones with a bag to catch the dus**t.
Bell made them print a retraction, after receiving numerous calls asking what sort of bag to use ...
People, they is amazing.