Have you ever played a "practical" joke on someone?

[TonyClifton]

I was thinking about practical jokes that I have played on people over the years that were hilarious to me.

Here is one of them. After reading this, feel free to post one of your own.

[Story starts now]

Every Christmas season the people in building were I worked would exchange names and you had to purchase a present for them.

The price limit was $10 and it had be presented as a genuine Christmas gift with appropriate wrapping and a card that had the name of the recipent on it.

There was one person that refused to participate in the event year after year. His name was "Terry."

Anyway, everyday when I drove home from work I would run over this old leather shoe in the road.

The day that we exchanged names in the office, I stopped and picked up the shoe. I wrapped the shoe in Christmas paper and put a note on it that said, "Merry Christmas Terry."

So, I guess you know where this story is heading.

A few days before Christmas everyone in the office gathered around and opened their presents.

There was one present remaining.

One of the girls picked it up and said, "Look Terry, it's for you."

He replied, "I didn't put my name on the list."

The other girls chanted, "Open it Terry! Open it Terry!"

Anyway, Terry opened the box in front of everyone in the office.

He threw the old shoe on the floor and walked out of the building.

One more thing, Terry and I were neighbors at the time.

When I got off work, we had a few beers together.

After a while, he asked me, "Who would be so cruel as to humiliate me in front of everyone at the Christmas party?"

I replied, "I don't have a clue."

 

[shoulderblade]

When we were young my cousin Johnny got a couple of neat plastic pistols that shot little plastic spheres about the size of a large dried pea. This was really fun but the problem was that once you shot your shots you had to go find them. To our fortune we discovered that Navy beans worked quite as well and did not have to be found.

Our plan was to go to the Wrestling at the local Arena and fire beans onto the ring. Just a matter of hiding the guns down between our legs and firing up on an angle.

Well the wrestlers were really pissed off and announcements starting coming over the PA to stop this at once. Being a hometown guy I stopped but Johnny, who was from out of town, found it hilarious and kept it up. Eventually he was spotted and rated out. He was duly escorted from the Arena by some big, older guy.

He told me later that it was the longest walk he ever took as everyone in the place knew why he was being escorted out.

 

[Aquagal]

I rolled a joint with catnip in it and let the roommate find it. He coughed for hours!

 

[osprey44]

I rolled a joint with catnip in it and let the roommate find it. He coughed for hours!

But the real question is... did be begin to purr between coughs?

 

[Aquagal]

But the real question is... did be begin to purr between coughs?

No, but he started spitting...nails.

 

[fgarvb1]

Even if the statute of limitations have ran out long ago I will not tell, but it was and still is a master stroke on about eighty people!

 

[CandiCame]

I rolled a joint with catnip in it and let the roommate find it. He coughed for hours!

Someone did this to me!! After the first hit I was like, "WTF?" I didn't keep going.

I fucking HATE practical jokes so much... I've never played one- but I'm a fucking target. I spend all April Fool's day on a hairtrigger.

 

[MNGuy]

When I was younger, I got hired at Walmart as a door greeter. But when I applied, I acted retarded. I wore thick glasses, and spoke like I had an speech impediment. So I got the job, and enthusiastically said, 'Welcome to Walmart!' to everyone that came in. After about a week, I mentioned to someone that I was going to the nearby university for a study, that the were going to 'fix my brain.'

I left it at that, a few days later a few other employees asked me when they were going to 'fix my brain.' I tell them on 'Monday, next Monday, they gonna fix my brain.' Of course I had Monday off, then I show up on Tuesday, and act a little more quiet, and take phony pills on my lunch break. The little red pills are to help 'fix my brain.' After a taking the pills, I complain of a headache, but say, 'No gain, no pain.'

Then on Friday, my last day of taking my pills, I had a blood capsule from Halloween and start coughing a spitting up a little blood, so they sent my home. By now everyone in the store knew my story.

So I come back next Monday after a weekend off, and tell everyone I finished my treatment, and my brain is getting better, but I still act just as retarded, at least at the start of the week. But by Wednesday, I start, little by little, acting smarter.

At first, just subtle changes in how I move, and the inflection in my voice. They really noticed on Friday when I finally got it right, and said, 'No pain, no gain,' after getting it wrong every time before.

In the next week I move from acting retarded to acting normal. I start reading the paper daily, as well as start reading books other than comic books. I start mentioning that this job is to easy, and wonder what I am doing there. Each day I act smarter, and by the end of the week, and starting to talk about expiremental physics and such. By now the whole place is talking about me.

Then I stop showing up for work. My phone is disconnected, and they can't get a hold of me. About two weeks later, two friends go into the store, in black suits, and start asking questions about me. They ask of I ever mentioned hyper gravity, wormholes, and interdimensional travel.

God it was funny. I wonder what all those people thought happened.

 

[Phelia]

When I was younger, I got hired at Walmart as a door greeter. But when I applied, I acted retarded. I wore thick glasses, and spoke like I had an speech impediment. So I got the job, and enthusiastically said, 'Welcome to Walmart!' to everyone that came in. After about a week, I mentioned to someone that I was going to the nearby university for a study, that the were going to 'fix my brain.'

I left it at that, a few days later a few other employees asked me when they were going to 'fix my brain.' I tell them on 'Monday, next Monday, they gonna fix my brain.' Of course I had Monday off, then I show up on Tuesday, and act a little more quiet, and take phony pills on my lunch break. The little red pills are to help 'fix my brain.' After a taking the pills, I complain of a headache, but say, 'No gain, no pain.'

Then on Friday, my last day of taking my pills, I had a blood capsule from Halloween and start coughing a spitting up a little blood, so they sent my home. By now everyone in the store knew my story.

So I come back next Monday after a weekend off, and tell everyone I finished my treatment, and my brain is getting better, but I still act just as retarded, at least at the start of the week. But by Wednesday, I start, little by little, acting smarter.

At first, just subtle changes in how I move, and the inflection in my voice. They really noticed on Friday when I finally got it right, and said, 'No pain, no gain,' after getting it wrong every time before.

In the next week I move from acting retarded to acting normal. I start reading the paper daily, as well as start reading books other than comic books. I start mentioning that this job is to easy, and wonder what I am doing there. Each day I act smarter, and by the end of the week, and starting to talk about expiremental physics and such. By now the whole place is talking about me.

Then I stop showing up for work. My phone is disconnected, and they can't get a hold of me. About two weeks later, two friends go into the store, in black suits, and start asking questions about me. They ask of I ever mentioned hyper gravity, wormholes, and interdimensional travel.

God it was funny. I wonder what all those people thought happened.

It seems like I'm being a bit of a jerk tonight, but I really can't help myself with this one.

While this story is patently untrue, I am still somewhat offended by it. Mainly by how stunningly unentertaining it is. You did yourself a disservice by wasting your time coming up with this and bothering to type it all out.

As to the original topic, all of my practical jokes end up being thoroughly impractical to execute (I dream big), but if I ever managed to pull any of them off, boy would you guys be giggling.

 

[Morcheeba]

Aged 17, an older guy I was dating had an awesome black Trans-Am with AC/DC
s Back In Black on the front license plate. Silver handcuffs draped over the rearview mirror. He let me "borrow" his car even before we ever sucked or fucked each other. Well, that can't be right. Maybe I've blocked some shit out cuz I can't even remember his name.

What I do recall is the prank that HE pulled on me!

Short story long, he and his buddy took my two best friends at the time and went out for alcohol and ice. When they returned my girls were handcuffed to each other and he and his Jamaican (sp) friend acted like cops. More than that, they bustled and husted them inside and shouted, "Where are the drugs? Where are the motherfucking drugs?" I looked at my two friends and their lids were down and get this, they were whimpering! They were laughing but Meryl Streeped it into crying! So that's when I fingered it was a real police raid so I raised my hands, walked over and planted them on a closet door. Like, fuck, you got me. Those were my exact comments. Fuck, you got me. Everyone busted out laughing. I whipped around and went off.

Like, how DARE you.

Looking back, I was never that careless with leaving cola or weed or roaches around ever again. Or trusting others...

 

[Cheyenne]

Most of my practical jokes have been April Fool's jokes on Lit. Really.