Take some black sheet plastic, roll type works best, and when you have someone come over for the evening, at some point excuse yourself for a minute, go out and put the sheet plastic over their windshield, held in place by their wipers, use an xacto knive to trim it to fit.
Go out with them when they are leaving, don't let them go alone. Watch as they start their car, talking to you. Turn on their lights, you will see them do this several times as they can see no lights through their windshield. Now here is the part of why you had to go out with them, because everyone I've ever done this too has tried to back out of the driveway still not being able to see through their windshield, reach up and pull the plastic off their windshield, you ought to see the surprise on their face.


Take some peanuts in the shells and carefully place them between the toilet seat and the rim of the toilet bowl, that way when someone sits down they hear a loud crack.


Have a bunch of signs printed that say "Dry Paint" and place them on walls, benches, chairs, tables, etc. You'd be surprised at the reaction.

That last part about pulling it off is good when it comes to avoiding lawsuits!

Print up a bunch of red tags that say "light to be installed in this box" and take them and put them on all the boxes at a post office (probably not a good idea to be seen doing this or leaving prints)

Ahh, the Ol' peanuts under the toilet seat. Another favorite is to spread a sheet of Saran Wrap over the toilet bowl...tight and wrinkle free...then put the seat down in place. When he...or she...goes to wee...wellllll...

My nephew knew that I loved practical jokes...playing and receiving. When he was 15 he very patiently filled my car with balloons and wrapped it in toilet paper while I was visiting. I laughed, hugged them all and left the next day...toilet paper flapping and my car smelling of sun-baked latex. After a nice leisurely breakfast, I returned after he had left for school. I short-sheeted his bed and stuck potatoes between his mattress and boxspring. I covered the bowl of his toilet with Saran Wrap. I removed the drawers from his dressers, turned the dressers upside down, reinserted the drawers, then turned the dressers right side up. (Think about it...when he opens a drawer, the drawers are now upside down and everything falls out...and he has NO idea how I did it to this day!) I ran a length of twine around every book, trophy and knickknack in his room then tied the free end to an overhead fan blade. When the light comes on, the fan turns. Oh, yeah! Then I filled a paper shopping bag with around ten pounds of uncooked navy beans and built a simple shelf over his door. When the door was opened, it pulled a plug at the bottom of the bag that allowed the beans to submit to gravity at a rather impressive and unstoppable rate. Finally, I turned every clock in the house ahead by two hours and warned my sister and brother-in-law. He was so confused by the room that night that it took him half a day to figure out why school had started two hours late the next day. He's never messed with me since.

I had two patrolmen on midnight shift who considered themselves great practical jokers. They tried to get me with a water balloon tied to the door to the law enforcement desk. So, I filled two 260's with water and coiled then under the ventilation cushions in their patrol cars. As I stood outside of the desk, I had a local club manager call in a fight in his bar. The two guys ran out, jumped into their cars and all I saw was two geysers of water and a couple of seriously startled faces. I laughed so hard that I couldn't stand up. Of course, the next day, my personal car was pushed into one of 200+ metal Conex shipping containers...and I had to spend my morning searching for it.

I'll save that pay back story for another time. Heh Heh...I LOVE a good practical joke!

We're not worthy! We're not worthy!!

You, sir, are a twisted pervert. You should be ashamed. I am ashamed to know you and call you my friend.

This entire thread disgusts me in a sick, pleasurable sort of way. I am ashamed.

Carry on.

Theres always putiing the ketchup packets under the toilet seat fold in half with a pin hole poked in pointed torwards the toilet bowl works good. or you can go thru a drive thru and take a kazoo with you and order your food by talking thru the kazoo.

That would be harmless. if your good with voices as I am you can order as anybody from Jimmy Stewart to Bugs Bunny.

Drive up to the drive up speaker and order something totally ridiculous, one of my favorites has been to order a "large coffee with a side of mustard", they will ask you several times to repeat your order, then tell you to drive up. When you get to the window they will ask you again what your order is, give them a perfectly normal order at that time. You will see them shake their heads, or they will say something like "you wouldn't believe what it sounded like you were ordering"



Worst practical joke I pulled was years ago, my boss, who was a somewhat pompous sort of man came down from up north. He was a big one on running down Texas and Texas jokes. Another employee and I took him to a local private watering hole (if you live in Texas you are familiar with these, since there are a lot of dry counties), they had a DJ playing music there. I got to a number of folks in the place that I knew, plus the DJ and asked him at a later time to play "If I die Let me go to Texas" The other employee and I told him that if he ever heard Dixie or If I die let me go to Texas you better stand up and put your hand over your heart, or you could end up out in the woods with some of the "good ol boys". He grumbled and told us that was nonsense. In a few minutes they played the song and everyone in the room but him stood up and put their hand over their heart but him. A few of the bigger guys were giving him dirty looks and he finally sheeplishly stood up. No more was said at that point. A day later he wanted us to take him across the border into Oklahoma (we were in north texas at the time) and we told him we would, but he would have to have a passport to get back into Texas or would have to be a native born Texan with the password to re-enter. He ranted on to us how this was the U.S.and he was a U.S. citizen and it was stupid to try to get him to believe he needed a passport to cross a state line. We just told him "well , ok, but we warned you".
I arranged with a Highway Patrolman friend of mine to be waiting just across the bridge between Texas and Oklahoma, and to pull us over when we crossed back into Texas.
We came across the bridge on our way back, and sure enough my friend pulled us over, escorted us back to the middle of the bridge, made us go to the Oklahoma side, and turn around, then stop in the middle of the bridge and all get out. He asked for ID. Since the other employee and I were both native Texans and had Texas Drivers licenses, he looked them over and handed them back to us. Our boss had a Wisconsin license. The patrolman handed his license back to him and asked to see his passport. He ranted on how he didn't need a passport, he was a U.S. citizen, etc. The officer then explained to him that if he didn't have a passport or wasn't a native Texan that he couldn't enter Texas. He turned to the other employee and I and said "Gentlemen, you are obviously native Texans, can you give me the password to enter Texas?" We both stepped across to the Texas side of the middle of the bridge, put our right foot back over into the Oklahoma side, pulled our foot back, drug it like we were scrapping something off of it and said "Sheeeeee -*t. He told us we could enter, but told the boss he would have to remain in Oklahoma.
The other employee and I both got into my car and followed the highway patrolman back into Texas and just on the Texas side of the bridge the road curved sharply and there was a little roadside park. It was a very wooded area, and unless you knew it was there it was pretty much invisible from the bridge, but you could position yourself in the park and see the middle of the bridge.
We got out of our cars and watch the boss jumping up and down , screaming, fumming, after several minutes of this, he finally started walking across the bridge back into Texas, only to find the highway patrolman and us in total hysterics rolling on the ground laughing ourselves silly. (and it ain't over yet)
He actually didn't fire us and took it pretty well, mostly because I think he was afraid the highway patrolman would shoot him and throw him in the Red River.
Later that week, the boss, the other employee and myself were in Dallas eating at a rather large Mexican Restaurant, when suddenly the boss jumped up and put his hand over his heart. Of course, everybody in the restaurant , us included, was looking at him just like he had grown a second head, when it dawned on the other employee and I that the piped in music in the restaurant was playing "Dixie", the boss suddenly turned beat red and looked at the too of us and said "I'm going to kill you two".
He actually had a pretty good sense of humor and even enjoyed telling folks for a long time after that about his adventure to the Great State of Texas.

That's some funny sheeeeee*t. I'm from Oklahoma so I can see you no good Texans pulling that on a Yank.

The old rubber band around the kitchen hose was a fav of mine when I was a boy. Till one Sunday morning when I had forgotten I loaded it the night before. My mom was in her Sunday best and got splashed. She yelled at me, although not as much as she would have had it not been on a Sunday, and had to change clothes before we could go to church.

Sillily,
Will

How's that one work?

You kink the hose and put a rubber band around it to hold, it won't hold the kink very long if the pressure is good, but the person will turn on the water and then wonder why the hose isn't working, and most will look into it, and then the rubberband gives and wham, a super wet willie. (somebody in Doug's neighborhood espect to have this happen to you soon)

Sounds like my kind of fun!!!

Creating a forest of mirrors principle? Interesting.
This is actually considered a form of psychological warfare. It's very effective and quite terrifying.


The worst prank I've ever pulled on someone was pulled on my brother.

For 2 years I had him convinced that I was a ranking member of the local mafia branch. My brother is such a jerk, that a large number of people where happy to assist me in the prank. A restaurant I was working at even arranged "Godfather Night" so my brother could meet my employer (Mr. Malini) who was played by the restaurant owner (Scott Wells).

Add a few airsoft guns, some stacks of play money, and the occasional mobster call to my cell phone, and you got yourself a mafia.

It was hilarious! The look on his face when we finally told him was priceless.

When I was a kid I had my brother convinced that I was Superman....

Again, I object you all your blatant cruelty.

Let me tell a story.

Summer camp.

No! Some kind of Bible camp. I forget what it was called.

We'd heard the following: put a sleeping person's hand in warm water, and they'll wet the bed.

We tried it. We picked some kid at random, and tried it.

The kid wet the bed. He soaked his sleeping bag, in fact. He woke up, discovered that he had soaked his sleeping bag, and quietly cried for the next ten or twenty minutes.

I felt bad.

I still feel bad.

Carry on.

Jeff

A handful of slushpowder down the loo is always good for a laugh at parties!

What is the loo? sorry I'm American here, and blond.

Loo = The little johnny, the water closet, the head, the john, the crapper, Lake Tidy Bowl, the commode, The WC, Every Man's Reading Room - yes, and the toilet.

Won't this do damage, or clog up the toilet bowl???