Practical jokes, let's hear about your's.

speaking of newbe pranks,

It happened in a shop where I used to work, I had to cover one weekend with two other members of staff.

The shop next door to us was being refitted, as the other company that had it went bust,
they had apprentices and YTS boys working there, we had a bit of a laugh earlier with the lads working on the shop, in the shared car park out the back, later that day they send one of their new apprentices into us for a long stand :D
so we left him standing there for 20 minutes, we could hear the guys in the other shop in fits of laughter.
So in the end my other colleague comes out and says, 'I've got you're long stand', but you can't have it until we get our "skirting board ladder" back :lol:

so he goes back next door and says, I can't have the long stand until you give back the skirting board ladder.

Us and them were in hysterics :lol:
 
We had a supply maths teacher for a couple of weeks back in early secondary school. He was quite a sound guy and would allow us to have a laugh so one day in our morning maths class we told him that we'd put a potato up his exhaust and that we'd thought it would be funny, only to realise later that it's probably quite dangerous but the potato was stuck and we couldn't remove it. Come the afternoon maths lesson he had soot up to the elbow that wouldn't wash off. It was then we told him there was no potato :D
 
Superglued someone's shoes to the ground... Then put 6" nails through them into the floor to make sure they were stuck :D

Cut someone's bike frame in half, but only 95% of the way, so when he got on it the whole thing collapsed into a heap. This was a joint "project" between a few of us, and we did chip in and buy the guy a new bike - It was worth every penny!

Used to turn the self levelling bucket off on our bobcat (like a minidigger, ish), so when you raised the bucket up in the air it tipped whatever it was full of back into the cab (which had no door on the front, so you used to get covered) - Was funny when it was sand, less funny when it was 20mm gravel

I got locked in our insulation store - Just decided to have a kip cos it was a lovely warm tin shed :D

My car got shrink wrapped completely... took me ages to rescue it!

My front reg plate got changed to TW4T and I drove home with it on - 15 miles

We used to swap which base units the keyboards were plugged into, so different monitors were connected to keyboards that weren't in front of them

Used to put ink on the earpiece of the phones - Always funny when someone doesn't notice

Nailed someones drawers shut, with ring shank nails

Nailed the bosses tie to a rafter while he was still wearing it.

We used to have races with the forklifts and the bobcat, the bobcat was a lot slower, but you could get the bucket underneath the back of the forklifts and lift the steer wheels off the ground

Plus the usual of sending the new lads for long stands, tartan paint etc.

Last one, we told the new guy that he didn't have to pay tax if he registered with our payroll before his first paycheck, so he spent 20 mins on to them trying to tell them he didn't want to pay tax - They had zero sense of humour :D
 
AFC said:
Hey Robily, how you doing mate?
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Not bad at all mate :thumbs:

will be starting my new job soon as a graphic designer, also possibly have sorted somewhere to live

:)

bit bored at the moment though, ended up making pointless videos with my D90 :lol:


hows you been lately?
:)
 
I popped some keys off a colleagues computer keyboard and swapped them over, was all good until I came into work the next day to find IT support replacing the whole computer as nobody could log onto it! I never did come clean!!
 
OK, here's my best one. I'm afraid it's a long set-up but I hope it's worth it.

When I was in the 6th form at school I had a part-time job at Tesco. On my last day I (and another boy who was leaving on the same day) left a little delayed-action booby-trap in the gents' staff toilets:

1. Remove lid from toilet cistern tank.
2. Flush toilet so that tank is empty.
3. Hold ball-cock up so that tank does not refill.
5. Wedge ball-cock in place by placing an empty toilet roll tube under it.
6. Replace lid, making sure that it is slightly ajar. (This is important.)
7. Depart for the last time.

A week later I popped in to pick up my last week's wages and the manager had gone ballistic. There had been a major flood the previous Saturday and for some reason he thought I might have been responsible for it, even though (as I pointed out) it had happened long after I'd gone home.

What happened was that the booby-trap was discovered by butchery manager - who hated all us Saturday boys, so it was sweetly ironic. He used the toilet, tried to flush it, but it didn't flush. Then he noticed the lid slightly ajar, so he removed it, found the tube holding the ball-cock up, and removed that. The ball-cock went down, the tank filled, and he flushed the toilet. He was probably feeling quite smug that he had not been taken in by our little practical joke.

What he didn't realise was that there was another step in our preparations that I didn't mention earlier:

4. Punch a little hole in the underside of the ball-cock.

The ball-cock went down - and as the tank filled up with water, so did it. So it stayed down. After the butchery manager had done his business and left the washrooms, the tank kept on filling up, and then started overflowing...

Apparently it was cascading down the stairs and down the lift shaft by the time the next person went to that part of the building. In a way I wish I'd been there to see it, but on balance I'm glad I wasn't.
 
When I had my first job as a trainee photographer in New Bond St, central London, I was sent to get a roll of latent images.

I was expected to go to the stores for them, but went a few hundred yards to Soho instead and bought a roll of genuine latent images, which you could buy then - apparently buying exposed but undeveloped film got around the obscene publications act:)

They were very expensive, almost half as much as I earned in a week at the time. I got a receipt for my money and presented my tormenter with it, which he had to pay.
 
One morning a work colleague patted me on the shoulder and said 'Good morning' ..... An hour or so later I discovered he had stuck a label to the back of my shirt with a not very complimentary message.

Not being one who can't take a joke I hatched my plan..... The next day I bought one of those gas cartridges used in hair curlers. The cartridge was fairly small and fitted nicely into his BMW's exhaust pipe. With a bit of a push it was fully inserted and settled somewhere near the silencer.

That night he left for home. He travelled for about 15 miles before the heat from the exhaust caused the gas cartridge to explode right underneath the fuel tank ... Apparently he died about an hour after being dragged from the burning wreck!

Ooooh.... I had right good laugh that night! :D
 
Rob 80386 said:
Not bad at all mate :thumbs:

will be starting my new job soon as a graphic designer, also possibly have sorted somewhere to live

:)

bit bored at the moment though, ended up making pointless videos with my D90 :lol:


hows you been lately?
:)
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Im glad that you have managed to get sorted with your job and housing, really good news.

Yeah it has been boring, but thank god rugby is back on. Went last weekend and did some of the lower sides, but back with the first team this weekend, cant wait.
 
whilst at uni (in halls) a mate always used to leave his room door unlocked, so the usual room trashings, things moved around etc...........

one of the best though was to remove the two hinges from the side of the door and reposition them across the top, thereby making his door a giant catflap!
 
i once had a little happy meal soft toy that giggled when you shook it. I decided to velcro it the the under side of my mates seat in his car.
Every time he went over a bump it giggled for a second or 2. Told everyone it was there and everyone denied hearing anything. Was in there for about a month before i told him, he thought he was going mad :-)
 
i was at Southampton uni for a while. There was a chap who lived in the same halls of residence with a mini that was his pride and joy. Unfortunately said mini was fitted with an over sensitive alarm that annoyed the hell out of everyone. This over sensitivity meant that no one took any notice of the alarm when it went off. The uni rugby club took advantage of this and one Saturday night they managed to lift said mini onto one of the concrete porches of the halls.

When a mate fell asleep at a party we glued a condom (unused) to his nose. When he came round it took him quite a while to work out what the hell was going on.

Whilst carrying out maintenance works in a pub toilets the urinals were due to be changed shortly so we super glued a pound coin into the bottom of the urinal trench. It was amazing the number of people that actually tried to pick it up. When we returned the next day someone had managed to remove it.

At a beer festival at a country fair we waited until a mate went for a dump in the portaloos and turned it round so that the door was against the wall.

Those snap things consisting of a roll of paper that you threw at things to make them go bang were a laugh. 4 taped to the bottom of a chairs legs was good but the best one I did was to fix a couple to the back of a 3 pin plug. I then plugged it in but left it far enough out that the appliance wouldn't work. When the plug was pushed far enough in the snaps went bang and the victim went white.
 
Mike Jackson said:
Those snap things consisting of a roll of paper that you threw at things to make them go bang were a laugh. 4 taped to the bottom of a chairs legs was good but the best one I did was to fix a couple to the back of a 3 pin plug. I then plugged it in but left it far enough out that the appliance wouldn't work. When the plug was pushed far enough in the snaps went bang and the victim went white.
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hmmmm, I saw some of them for sale the other day.............:lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol:

25p a box or 6 for a £

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When I was at school a local shop used to sell Midland Counties ice cream. Instead of refrigerated vans they used escort type vans with the back heavily insulated and the ice cream kept cool by large blocks of dry ice. Our school had a fountain behind the headmaster's office so a couple of us scrounged a block of dry ice and lobbed it in :D

Also at school, I precipitated some nitrogen triiodide (Brainiac fans know this stuff as Peter Logan's exploding paste) and painted it on the steps leading up to the stage in the assembly hall. Cue head and teachers formal procession in gown and mortar boards down the middle of the standing school and starting to climb the steps...

When I first started work we had a lad there that thought he was the mutt's nuts because he had a Reliant Robin (yes, really). I got some stackable trays that Walls used to deliver sausages and cooked meats and put a stack of three or four under each wheel. Another time I put a small amount of cooking oil in his petrol tank - the amount of smoke it produced would have made a destroyer proud.

I trained as an electronics engineer in my 20s and a favourite trick was to scrape the heads off of swan vesta matches and put them on top of big wirewound dropper resistors on faulty equipment on the repair bench. The unsuspecting technician/engineer working on it would switch on to run tests, the droppers would heat up...

We went through a phase of charging smoothing capacitors up to a couple of hundred volts and throwing them to each other. The trick was to catch them without touching the terminals and throw them right back.
 
Lynton said:
hmmmm, I saw some of them for sale the other day.............:lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol:

25p a box or 6 for a £

:suspect::suspect::suspect:
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Those things consist of a coating of picric acid (a primary explosive) round small pieces of gravel. :lol:
 
Nice to see this revived:)
 
I have one particular mate who used to get all the abuse from the rest of us.

Laxatives in his drinks were a firm favourite, laxative chocolate melted into his burgers and sausages when we volunteered to do the cooking :lol: anything laxative.

We once unscrewed the back of a chair that we subtly managed to make him sit on, result being him falling backwards and us laughing.

Nando's extra hot peri peri sauce (which doesn't show up in coke until you drink it) was added to his drink when we offered to fill his glass up.

And whilst intoxicated (him a lot more so than us) we played a game of slapping him and running off before he worked out who it was and where they came from.

All those along with other things, he takes them all very well in his defence and has had revenge on us :p

When in lower years at school I had some fun also

Placing various fruit in the teachers coffee which they never notice until nearly at the bottom and wonder how the hell it got in there.

When I was in about year 11 I handed out detention slips I had 'found' to randomly chosen individuals from lower years.

And another firm favourite was finding out what channel the school walkie talkies were on for the behaviour support team and promptly joining in the conversations, and announcing various messages down there, which always left them wondering which one of the thousands of students knew what channel they were using :lol:

Ohh the fun..
 
What an awesome thread! I was a bit of a deviant when I was young;

At school we had sunken tennis courts, and me and the rest of the hockey team carried a hillman imp down there. We also added the powder for making wallpaper paste into the urinals after school one friday after the cleaners had been - that was funny on monday. As a delayed event you could slice rings off your pritt stick with a ruler then flick them onto the ceiling above the teachers desk. You knew that at some point gravity would come good.

As I've got older and ended up working in offices it's not really stopped.

I always used to swap keys around on the keyboards in the office, and when bluetooth mice and keyboards were first released on us they all got swapped as well.

I used to write things on the bottom off coffee cups before meetings (like I love Men, TW4T etc). That was always funny.

We cast someones car keys in a thick block of ice, filled air vents up with the contents of various hole punches.

I hid all the cutlery in the kitchen once apart from the knives. Ever seen someone try and make a coffee with a knife? Hid every staple in the office, glued the mouse to mousemats, filled wellington boots up chicken, hidden day old chicks in various places in company cars going back (top tip - take off the interior light and fling one into the roof cavity under the headlining).

Then the usual gay porn wallpapers, leaving the ladies WC open and hiding the key, hiding matchheads in the tips of cigerettes and on from there.
 
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What an awesome thread! I was a bit of a deviant when I was young;

At school we had sunken tennis courts, and me and the rest of the hockey team carried a hillman imp down there. We also added the powder for making wallpaper paste into the urinals after school one friday after the cleaners had been - that was funny on monday. As a delayed event you could slice rings off your pritt stick with a ruler then flick them onto the ceiling above the teachers desk. You knew that at some point gravity would come good.

As I've got older and ended up working in offices it's not really stopped.

I always used to swap keys around on the keyboards in the office, and when bluetooth mice and keyboards were first released on us they all got swapped as well.

I used to write things on the bottom off coffee cups before meetings (like I love Men, TW4T etc). That was always funny.

We cast someones car keys in a thick block of ice, filled air vents up with the contents of various hole punches.

I hid all the cutlery in the kitchen once apart from the knives. Ever seen someone try and make a coffee with a knife? Hid every staple in the office, glued the mouse to mousemats, filled wellington boots up chicken, hidden day old chicks in various places in company cars going back (top tip - take off the interior light and fling one into the roof cavity under the headlining).

Then the usual gay porn wallpapers, leaving the ladies WC open and hiding the key, hiding matchheads in the tips of cigerettes and on from there.
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That's just not funny, that's just extremely cruel?
 
Not necessarily. Day old male chicks are often supplied frozen from poultry farms as raptor food.
 
When working for the car rental company, someone using the van left us a load of the plastic parking ticket envelopes they stick on your screen with penalty notices inside.

Loads of fun anyone new came to the office and parked with 2 wheels on the pavement...........

Turned the light off in the windowless toilet a few times, whilst someone was in there.
 
went to spain a few years back on a stag do. there were 12 of us and we played golf a couple of times... 1 guy was very bad... lost loads of balls etc..
on our return to UK i posted an advert in Loot...'Full set of Howson Golf Clubs, only 4 months old.. must sell due to lack of enthusiasm for golf. Shoes, Bag, Umbrella, Waterproofs.. only £25'

he received well over 100 phone calls.

another time we 'bounced' my mates car across the golf club car park so that it was about 6 inches from the main double doors to the clubhouse. This was a saturday night (early hours of sunday morning), the police called him about 7am Sunday morning and told him to move it. He was greeted by a car park full of angry golfers.
 
Ahh I love these threads :)


There is one I remember from a guy on another forum, where they had a new kid on the building site. Not exactly the builder type, but willing to learn. So one day he needed to go for a dump... He went into the toilet, only to find no bog roll. He asked the guys if there was anything else around as an alternative, so one of them gave him a handful of loft insulation (the glass wool stuff!). He spent the rest of the day constantly itching, scratching and pulling his trousers around, much to the other guys' delight.
 
As a young bobby the practical joking that went on on night shift was legion - usually when things were quiet. The first station I worked at had one of those old switchboards as big as a piano with all the pull out cable connections - a mightmare to operate on day shift when it was busy, and cutting the Supt off mid-call got you a severe rollocking, but on nightshift obviously it wasn't usually so bad.

We had a new pro con on the shift who was always going to be in play for a while, so come the first night shift he was detailed to man the office alone while people had their meal at about 1a.m. An incoming call on the switchboard from any extension was signalled by a numbered flap corresponding to the extension dropping down, and apart from a sort of clicking noise it was silent. All the extensions were obviously within the station apart from the mortuary,(for which we held the keys( which was a couple of streets away, and that extension was clealry labelled 'Mortuary'

Anyway, after a few minutes alone - pro con sees the mortuary flag drop down and on picking up the phone, an eerie disembodied voice says "Cccccooold - it's ccccoooold"

A few minute later the sgt stuck his head around the door and asked him if everything was quiet to which he replied "Yes Sarge" but he's looking very pensive.

After two calls of a similar nature the Sgt asked him again if it was quiet and he finally said, "The mortuary flap keeps clicking down on the switchboard Sarge"

The sgt told him it was probably a line fault, but added, "Better just check it to be sure - put your helmet on son, take the keys and just have a walk round and make sure it's all secure*

Off goes young bobby looking very preoccupied and not too happy with his mission. To make matters worse the mortuary was a really old building on the edge of a graveyard which looked like something from a Hammer film and surrounded by trees.

He finally plucks up the courage to open the door, and as he's fumbling around trying to find the lights, a corpse lying under a sheet in the middle of the room suddenly sits bolt upright emitting a blood chilling moan.

He was two streets away and still accelerating when they managed to stop him running. :lol:
 
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Cedric, you're an evil, evil man :D love it :lol:
 
simple little trick - stick a label or sticker under someones mouse so it covers the optical light - we did this to a work collegue and he spent ages with his keyboard going through device manager and stuff trying to figure out what it was.

Ketchup in the cake someone has brought in for their birthday too, that was funny
 
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Cedric, you're an evil, evil man :D love it :lol:
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Thanks but I didn't play any major part in that particular one although I suppose I was guilty by association. :D

Another common one was you'd be walking down the deserted High Street about 3a.m. and a metal dustbin lid would hit the pavement behind you -dropped fom the flat roof of Woolworths. I'm not kidding you.... clean underwear job every time!

Happy days! :D
 
ha ha, guess it wouldn't work so well with modern wheelie bins :D
 
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That's just not funny, that's just extremely cruel?
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Islander said:
Not necessarily. Day old male chicks are often supplied frozen from poultry farms as raptor food.
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Just to clarify they were dead, frozen ones you get as raptor food. I wouldn't do it with a live one. Aside from making noise and giving the game away before you get the smell as you pointed out its also very cruel.
 
When i worked at a truck dealership an apprentice who had just learnt to drive was desperate to run errands in the van. He was sent by the foreman to the local hardware store to buy a pound of chain link fence seed. He came back sometime later and the foreman asked if he had the seed. The lad replied that he hadn't as the guy in the hardware store wanted to know if he wanted plastic coated version or not...

Said apprentice had his revenge when he was going to the local shop for the mid-morning pies. The foreman asked him to get 20 Woodbines and anything else if they didn't have them. The lad came back with a pork pie and a bottle of milk!! When the foreman was stomping around and doing his conkers asking why the ffiing hell he had brought those things the little guy said well you said to get anything else if they didn't have Woodbines...
 
Apprentices are brilliant for wind ups. When I use to work on an airfield we sent the saturday boy out to get a bucket of propwash, and the obvious long weight.
 
The wife and I purchased a new video camera a couple of years ago and immediately I couldn't resist playing a trick on my two kids.

I strategically place the camera in a position facing the living room where the kids would enter. I then proceeded into the kitchen and applied some good old tomato ketchup onto my face followed by a large bang on the cupboard do and a scream. I went into the living room and sat down with my head in my hands. The wife (who was in on it) started to shout and scream.

At this point the plan started to fall into place. We heard the lumping of two kids running about upstairs then heard them pounding down the stairs eager to find out the what was going on.
The both walked through the living room door and stopped dead in their tracks, straight after I lifted my head yelling in pain. They saw their dad covered in blood!! (tomato ketchup).

It didn't go quite as I planned as my young daughter flipped her wig and started screaming whilst running off up the stairs followed by myself saying "oh sweetheart it's not real"!!

Any hoo, looking back at the video now I have to chuckle. The sight of their faces when they came through the door is a classic.
Guess that's the squaddie mentality in me :)
 
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Back in the early 90's, the company I worked for had a scheme in place working in conjunction with the local schools offering work experience placements for the pupils due to leave school. Young Billy started on the Monday morning full of enthusiasm. We soon had him running errands for us around the workshop and stores, all genuine chores at this point. Tuesday was time for the fun to begin :D opposite our building was a bike shop so I called Billy over and explained that I wanted him to pop across and pick up a leaflet for me about a new mountain bike that was due out. He was only too happy to please, and full of enthusiasm shot off to get a leaflet about 'The Menstrual Cycle' :lol::lol:

He was gone for almost an hour before returning with the leaflet...but couldn't understand why the bike shop sent him to the chemists:lol::lol:
 
Jimi said:
Back in the early 90's, the company I worked for had a scheme in place working in conjunction with the local schools offering work experience placements for the pupils due to leave school. Young Billy started on the Monday morning full of enthusiasm. We soon had him running errands for us around the workshop and stores, all genuine chores at this point. Tuesday was time for the fun to begin :D opposite our building was a bike shop so I called Billy over and explained that I wanted him to pop across and pick up a leaflet for me about a new mountain bike that was due out. He was only too happy to please, and full of enthusiasm shot off to get a leaflet about 'The Menstrual Cycle' :lol::lol:

He was gone for almost an hour before returning with the leaflet...but couldn't understand why the bike shop sent him to the chemists:lol::lol:
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Very nearly spat a mouthful of Haribo Tangfastics at my screen, that's awesome :thumbs:
 
Put kippers behind the tower heaters before swapping sentry duty, and/or weeing on them immediately before leaving ...............:thumbs:
 
I was one of many sub contractors working on the refurbishment of the old Bryant & May match factory in Liverpool some 15 or 16 years ago. Due to the size of the site there were literally hundreds of tadesmen working there. There was plenty of Tom Foolery and practical jokes taking place by the minute, the majority taken in good faith and humour. However there was one guy, who was the foreman in charge of the plastering gang, who upset pretty much everyone on site with his arrogance and total disregard for manners. Religiously every morning he would stop for a brew at 10, taking his boots off and placing them on the floor just outside the side door of his van, before settling down with his tea and newspaper. One particular morning he turned up for work wearing a brand spanking new pair of Rigger boots. The 10 o'clock bell rang out and the whole site ground to a stop and like clockwork this guy took his new boots off and placed them outside the van just by the side loading door.

Now...the next thing everybody knew was when this guy started rampaging around the site in his socks 'effing and blinding', he was in a right royal rage! It turned out that during break time somebody had crept up to his van and filled each boot with rapid setting expanding foam filler and carefully placed a couple of Daffodils in each. After 15 minutes the foam had cured and set like rock, only option was a new pair of boots :lol::lol::lol:



...I never did own up to it, he would have torn me limb from limb :bat:
 
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