ive got that one

There'* always the classic for office workers. Use a rubber band, or whatever, to lock the adjuster hadle on your favorite co-workers chair. When they sit down, the chair sinks, and they flip out. Gets done at least three times a week here....

A number of years ago at a place I used to work, there was a prank war going on with a certain coworker who prided himself in being king of pranks and therefore pulled annoying pranks on everyone regularly. As you probably already know, these types of wars usually escalate until someone goes way too far, but....

One of the things I did was to take everything off and out of his desk, turn the desk upside-down, and return everything to the upside-down desk as if it was supposed to be that way. This included the computer and printer too.

Not surprisingly, he didn't find it as funny as we did....hmmmmm.

The war ended when we placed a rubber wheel chock behind his passenger rear wheel while the car was parked. He had a habit of jumping in his car and flooring it. Imagine his surprise when the car pretty much jumped over the wheel chock. This was considered the part where we went too far, as he was angry beyond (four letter) words and felt he could have been injured or have incurred damage to his car (though that was not the case). The thing that was damaged was his ego, as most of the office was watching and subsequently were laughing at his shocked experession and boiling anger. That ended it......

That'* a dang classy idea, but I don't have any patience (gotta set that one up), and my wife doesn't drink. So I just wait until she'* not paying attention (like staring out the side window), then quickly jerk the wheel and yell like I almost hit something. Gets her blood flowing again. Or I'll pump the brakes as we're coming to a stop so her head bobs back & forth...that one'* good for a couple of bruises on my arm, especially if we're beside another car and they're watching.

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Ok for the two friends that dragged me out the window in my fruit of the looms:
I knew my friend and I had a double date coming up so I had another friend who was a printer for the local Herald, make me a fake front page dated for the day after the date. During the week I hid it in his car, out of sight at least it would be until that night.
So Friday rolls around and after the movies we go to his favorite 'smoke' place. Its an unused part of a cememtary, you can see the tombstones down the hill. He goes looking for his stash under the seat, which I moved earlier when I hid the paper. He can't find it and ends up opening the door and getting really down in thier and pulling crap out from under his seat looking for it, he finds it and we all have a few smokes. Then I ask, hey whats that newspaper you pulled out? He didn't even realize he pulled it out <grrr> His girlfriend grabs it and opens it up. The headline reads "4 Teens Murdered ina mysterious graveyard slaying; and goes on to describe what littel grisley facts are known suspecting an occult ritual or somesuch, complete with a pic of his car at the cemetary. "Hey that looks just like your car!" I said as his gf is reading the article aloud "OMG! It does!" as he snatches the paper. "That doesn't look to old, whats the date on that thing?" I ask. "@#$$##^^%&$! Its dated for tomorrow" he screams"
"We better get the %^$%^#^# outta here because it'll be tomorrow in 5 minutes" I yell back. The girls at this point are scared and sobbing, My buddy is too and trying to start the car and all of a sudden theres a tap on the glass and a light shines in his face.. That scared the crap outta me too!! It was a cop. He didn't care and took off like a bat outta hell. I gotta imagine the cop laughed his butt off scaring the hell out of 4 kids.

That was the best joke and payback I ever served! He hasn't talked to me since he found out it was me. Btw the car was a 70 455 Pontiac Grandville. That car was sweet.


Now the other kid was easy. He was all hot to trot over this girl he met, she was into him too from what I heard. We'll he'* planning thier first date and how to work in getting laid without keeping her stay out too late. Shes already told him she on the pill so he doesn't have to bring a condom, which is great he says, he hates them. So all I say is " I heard she just looking to have a kid so someone will have to marry her." That he'd better check with some of her friends, it sounds like she'* psycho. That was it, He was so nervous about getting her pregnant that he couldn't perform that night...LOL
They never dated again either.
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Now my wifes co-worker is the queen of practical jokers!
The one I like the best is the time my wife and her were in the bathroom at the same time. She smushes up part of a snickers bar in her hand, reaches under the stall wall and asks my wife to "pass her some toilet paper, she'* all out".

Back when I was a teenager, our neighborhood had that group of kids that would always go around smashing pumpkins after Halloween. That'* not too big of a problem, except that they liked smashing them on the side of houses, waking up the people inside, and occasionally causing damage to the siding of the house.
I ended the problem.
Halloween of '96, the kids were all off the streets, the parties were all over, the drunks were in bed, and these four brats were smashing pumpkins again.
I'm hiding in the bushes, waiting for them to get to my parents' house, which is back in the woods. Since we're fairly isolated from the neighborhood, with a big yard full of trees, we always got it worst. Smashed pumpkins, TP, shaving creme, etc...
They're walking up the driveway, laughing and horsing around, when they see our pumpkin.
I chose it out special, the biggest one at the pumpkin place. It weighed over forty pounds!
And I'd picked it out early...
By Halloween night, it was already starting to get moldy, so I'd painted it orange again earlier in the day. As the lead hooligan walked up to it, I pressed the button on a cheap yellow plastic remote, triggering a model rocket lighting squib. The pound of black powder I had placed inside the bottom of the pumpkin after painting it went off, and the pumpkin-bomb plastered everything in a fifty foot radius with horrible, rotted, rancid, pumpkin shrapnel, including our four young friends...

I tried that on my husband. Except I had a blonde moment and forgot about it and I ended up getting myself

i do apologize