Your best ever prank?

[goo_mason]

A friend at work used to be well-known for rushing back to his desk when he heard his phone ringing. We blu-tacked the handset to the phone body when he was away from his desk, then rang his number when he was back in earshot. He sprinted for his desk, snatched up the handset and promptly smacked himself in the side of the head with the whole phone.

Another prank we played on him was filling his umbrella with the contents of everyone's hole-punch, then rolling it back up again. It didn't rain for weeks, but apparently he came out of his flat one morning to catch a bus, saw it was raining and put up his umbrella - only to be covered in paper 'snow' in full view of everyone else in the street. Being wet outside, most of it stuck to him!

Like another poster on this thread, during a Walkers Crisps competition we created a fake winning 'envelope' and hid it at the bottom of his open packet of crisps when he was away from his desk. Much munching later after he returned, there was a sudden yell of "OH WOW!!! I'VE WON!! LOOK!!" and he leapt up, waving it around and looking utterly thrilled. We felt guilty about that one, as he was so crestfallen when he realised that we thought he might start sobbing....

 

[threebikesmcginty]

that was you!!! B******d!!!!

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[Cubist]

In the early days of word I used to set up the "auto-correct" function on the shared station computers to autocorrect to everbody's nicknames. The hunt and peck typists were the best as they rarely checked what they had written, and often couldn't understand why they had written "Sgt Redmist" or "PC Squirrel" on a statement.

The licensing Inspector suffered this the most, as I auto corrected "licenced" to "licked" and "premises" to "penises" , so whenever he reported that he had "visited the licensed premises in question" the women in admin had a field day!

 

[PpPete]

Must have been about mid 1970's when my mum and I bought a second copy of the April 1 Guardian... that my father used to read assiduously.

We folded it carefully and hid it carefully wrapped in plastic at the bottom of one of the drawers in my bedroom - where we he would never look.

Following year, it was up early and substitute the previous year's paper for that day's poked through the letter box.

He found the news a little out of sync... the current aircraft hijacking was at a different stage in negotiations, there was a not dissimilar natural disaster going on too (but in a different third world country this time).... and of course the politics had changed little.
He just felt it was all a little "odd", even to the extent of checking the date on the paper was April 1st.... but without spotting the year !

Read the entire paper, and never realised until he got to the back page (where the Guardian used to put their April 1 "spoof") and realised that he'd read that one before....

....

Speaking of Grauniad.... does anyone remember the brilliant multi page thing about the island of San Serif ?

 

[vernon]

Speaking of Grauniad.... does anyone remember the brilliant multi page thing about the island of San Serif ?

Wasn't it a bit lawless or am I mixing it up with Sans Sheriff?

 

[ColinJ]

35 years ago, I went to the pub with a group of friends, one of whom announced to me during the course of the evening that he'd taken a mind-altering substance which might not have been strictly legal at the time (or now).

I started watching his behaviour, and sure enough, he wasn't quite his normal chirpy self. He was talking strangely and seemed obsessed with things that passed most of us by. (Yeah - just why are pork scratchings that special shape?)

When we eventually emerged from the pub, we stood outside chatting a while. I noticed a load of council workers in fluorescent orange overalls making their way down the city centre precinct emptying rubbish bins into bags as they went.

My pal was starting to look really jittery and was mumbling to himself. I asked him to speak up, I couldn't hear what he was saying ...

"Uh, Col ... what are ... those horrible things?"

He was pointing at the bin men. I couldn't help myself ...

"Oh SH*T! They're giant orange poisonous spiders - RUN!"

I legged it 50 yards down the road and turned to see my mate running down a side-street, making a disconcerting whimpering sound.

Ha ha - he was going along with the joke - that's funny!

So we stood around chatting some more and waited for him to return, but he didn't come back. We didn't have mobiles in those days so there was no way of finding out where he'd gone.

I rang him the next day. Apparently he'd been so scared that he ran all the way home and barricaded himself in his bedroom. He spent the night peeping out in terror from under his bedclothes, every now and then seeing a giant orange poisonous spider scuttling across his bedroom ceiling ...

Oops!

 

[slowwww]

Many years ago I was at a party in a friend’s house. It was late in the evening and we'd all drunk loads of beer and so the queue at the sole toilet in the house was getting longer and longer.

When I finally got into the bathroom, I’d hadn't even undone my flies and the guy who was next in line started hammering on the door. This wound me up me up disproportionally and so when I’d finished I opened the window and shinned down the drainpipe and then went back into the party.

After about 20 minutes of increasingly angry shouting I joined the end of the queue to see how long it would take for them to realise that I was there rather than in the bathroom. They weren’t happy........and I very soon found out that when you're drunk it's a lot easier to slide down drain pipes than climb back up them, but the promise of a pounding from 7 or 8 rugby players and their increasingly desperate girlfriends will do the trick!

 

[JamesAC]

Years ago I went with a group of other (Christian!!) young people on a day trip to Brighton. After we'd enjoyed or endured whatever was to be experienced, we were getting a bit bored. We noticed a queue for the afternoon Bingo session, stretching from the door left along the pavement. So we formed a queue stretching the other way. More people joined it, until we had quite a big queue.
Then we buggered off, leaving 20 or so pensioners adrift on the pavement.

Later on, and still bored, we saw some complicated scaffolding cladding a biggish building. "Oh my God, look at that!" we yelled, pointing at the scaffolding (there was nothing to see). Other people stopped, and began to point, too. After about 5 minutes a van came hurtling round the corner, and several anxious looking employees of the Acme Scaffolding Co (or whatever it was) jumped out and and began to clamber up the scaffolding.
We legged it.

I haven't been to Brighton since!

 

[XmisterIS]

Years ago I went with a group of other (Christian!!) young people on a day trip to Brighton. After we'd enjoyed or endured whatever was to be experienced, we were getting a bit bored. We noticed a queue for the afternoon Bingo session, stretching from the door left along the pavement. So we formed a queue stretching the other way. More people joined it, until we had quite a big queue.
Then we buggered off, leaving 20 or so pensioners adrift on the pavement.

Later on, and still bored, we saw some complicated scaffolding cladding a biggish building. "Oh my God, look at that!" we yelled, pointing at the scaffolding (there was nothing to see). Other people stopped, and began to point, too. After about 5 minutes a van came hurtling round the corner, and several anxious looking employees of the Acme Scaffolding Co (or whatever it was) jumped out and and began to clamber up the scaffolding.
We legged it.

I haven't been to Brighton since!

Lol! That reminds me of the last prank in this video:

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[Arch]

I'm very dull and sensible. All I can think of watching that is that some time back there was a stampede somewhere in the Far East, in which many people died, sparked off by an erroneous rumour that a bridge was collapsing leading to hysteria.

That poor guy who got given the bumps! Am I the only person who really dislikes stuff like that?

 

[Spinney]

I'm very dull and sensible. All I can think of watching that is that some time back there was a stampede somewhere in the Far East, in which many people died, sparked off by an erroneous rumour that a bridge was collapsing leading to hysteria.

That poor guy who got given the bumps! Am I the only person who really dislikes stuff like that?

No - I'd hate that too. When I was a kid I used to dread being 'ducked' when swimming (I could swim, I just hate that kind of horseplay). You could regard that particular prank as an assault...

 

[PK99]

Normally April fool pranks are spare of the moment things. Normally...
I left a job mid March and told my ex colleagues that i had set up a fantastic April Fool - all they had to do was wait for it to happen!

Mid afternoon April 1, one of them phoned asking what the April fool was, as nothing had happened!

Gotcha!

 

[PBancroft]

Never been a big one for pranks, although I did once manage to convince a friend (who was a big Oasis fan at the time - to the point of being obsessive and would tirelessly go on about them) that he had won a competition to go to the recording of their new album. We mocked up a letter from an imaginary fan club with a laminated pass and a recording date some months into the future. The address was pure baloney, as was most of the content of the letter, not to mention the fan club itself. We felt for sure he would spot it was a fake and it would be laughs all round - but for days afterwards he would tell anyone and everyone about his upcoming experience. God knows why we let him do that - I guess we just couldn't bring ourselves to break his heart.

He was gutted when he found out it was a con - felt a bit guilty about that!

 

[ufkacbln]

A couple.

Making beds with a new student nurse - place a pool of melted chocolate in the patient's bed so it looks like diarhoea then diagnosing the patient's diabetes from the taste.

Taping the release button of the phone down so it keeps ringing when the handset is lifted

Get a paper bag and fill it with lovely dog mess. place it on a doorstep and light it then ring the doorbell. The natural reaction is to stamp out the fire!

An old row of terraced houses - using fishing lines and some careful preparation you can knock and run some 10 or 20 houses at the same time!

 

[PaulSecteur]

Get a thin mobile like a Motorola RazR, carefully slip it in the back of a chair behind the foam then ring it when someone sits on it. Usually they will mistake the vibrations for their own phone ringing, or better will start to think they are experiencing a very localised tremour.

Best done in a meeting room.