Any you ever did that were funny? Backfired?

Will tell you one or two i have done later.

In the mean time here is one on off youtube i found quite funny..

Poor guys

Yeah that's a funny one.

They have similar ones on Bkk air. You can always hear people laughing out loud, including myself.

Many years ago at a company I worked out we had variations of a regular prank/gag. (in fact we had dozens of pranks always going on0

The main theme was calling a number from the local newspaper which was for escort services. We would wait till the phone was ringing then transfer it through to someone else. (there were 4 or 5 of us that did it). It was always good for a laugh. Very boys stuff humour

We also did a variation to one guy in the office. He was once harassed by this Amway guy he met; full blackboard demonstration and everything. The guy started calling him every day at the office and 'Tom', our mate tried to duck his calls. So we started leaving messages with this guy to call 'Tom'. That escalated into us finding Amway people and leaving messages with them to call 'Tom'....

ahh, the good ol days

The guys got me with a good one once....

They sent a fax to the office. The fax machine was used by a bunch of people. The fax they sent was purporting to be a request to call and get my results for the herpes/STD test i had with them

The fax was seen by a number of people.

Putting clingwrap over top of toilet bowl in the 'womens' loo.

Women apparently just back up and do their stuff.........

We would stay clear and wait for complaint, so funny to see the wet slacks etc.

We had this guy at work, not very liked. Used to come into work everyday & splash on some aftershave. Needless to say I topped up some of the bottle with some own personal liquid.

Didn't go near him for another year.

Anther was to change number plates on identical company cars.

Or change alarm remotes on key rings.

On construction sites things are sometimes a touch primitive. (Not down to Aussie levels, but primitive)

On one site the crapper consisted of a long open trough, slightly canted to drain, with several partitions for privacy and a pole across each to sit on (Western toilet instead of squat, you see)

The aim was to get into the upstream cubicle with the newspaper and, after doing your business and finishing the ciggy and the racing form, to float part of the newspaper down the trough.

After having set it alight.

OMG Roo...i hope id never get on your bad side!

My bf did a pretty mean one last year to a guy he worked with who was, (as my bf put it) a complete c****

When my bf was due to leave for Thailand, he broke into the guys locker, (took out the expensive stuff..so at least he was still considerate..er), got his bag with all his bits.. poured concrete into it..then put it back into the locker.

Was gobsmacked when he told me!!

The guy must have been a champion d_ick to get the concrete treatment

A friend i had lived in some share accommodation with 3 other uni students. It was in a ramshackle terrace house in Sydney.

One of the house mates (wayne) kept eating all his food, and not cleaning up, and going into his room and the like. he also owed back rent and just wouldn't pay.

My friend confronted him about the food and monies owing a few times but the flatmate just said it wasn't him and he would pay the monies owning tomorrow. Wayne put a clasp and padlock on his door also so no one could get into his room when he was out and take his stuff.

My friend got so jacked of it that one night , when Wayne was sleeping , he put a cheap padlock through the clasp and padlocked Wayne into his own room.

The next day, Wayne climbed out the small window flap above the door and went down to the kitchen and ate some more of my friends food.

Nothing was ever said about the padlock, but Wayne moved out a few days later,..rent still owing.

I'm the one in the barrel

I'm the one in the barrel

What was that all about?

My first "crossing the line" after I joined the merchant navy. I had crossed it before but they don't dip you in a barrel of crude oil, fag ends and galley slops when you're a paying passenger.

It took months to get rid of the oil out of my skin. Every time I put a white shirt on (and we had to wear them all the time) the collar turned black within minutes.

It was on this:

My first "crossing the line" after I joined the merchant navy. I had crossed it before but they don't dip you in a barrel of crude oil, fag ends and galley slops when you're a paying passenger.

It took months to get rid of the oil out of my skin. Every time I put a white shirt on (and we had to wear them all the time) the collar turned black within minutes.

Wicked photo Endure!

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My pranks have always been fairly tame as such.

I used to play a lot on my ex in the UK, poor guy.

I did one where i called him up to say id be late home from work..when i wasnt going to be.

I hid behind the sofa.

He crashed out on it as usual, when he got in, and started watching TV.

I slowly reached up my hand and tickled around his head.

He practically sh*t himself.

He wasnt impressed.

I was crying with laughter.

He forgave me in the end. ...but took a while. A LONG while!

Wicked photo Endure!

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My pranks have always been fairly tame as such.

I used to play a lot on my ex in the UK, poor guy.

I did one where i called him up to say id be late home from work..when i wasnt going to be.

I hid behind the sofa.

He crashed out on it as usual, when he got in, and started watching TV.

I slowly reached up my hand and tickled around his head.

He practically sh*t himself.

He wasnt impressed.

I was crying with laughter.

He forgave me in the end. ...but took a while. A LONG while!

Omg! You sound like an ex of mine.

She would hide everywhere and then pop out and say 'boo' in a scary voice: and it really did give me a scare.

I just never knew where it would be coming from. She would be inside a cupboard (on top of a cupboard), behind a door, in the garage, entering the bathroom, waiting for me on the other side of the door when I finished showering.

I used to approach all doors, dark shadows, nooks and crannies with extreme trepidation. My heart would start racing and I felt like I might get one scare too many for my heart to take!

She thought it was hilarious every time.

I think that when i was in my twenties, i didnt really think about it having any major detrimental effect.

I didnt do it THAT frequently, but i did do it a few times. Mind you, was spread out over 7 years together!

I confess that i have OCCASIONALLY done it to my bf now... but never anything as hard core as camping out style frights! Just around the corner sometimes.

He laughs every time though..thats the difference.

if he seriously found it upsetting or not funny, i wouldnt do it. In that sense ive matured for sure. ..would never do it to someone i didnt think was ok with it.

Poor BookMan, what with all that fright malarky addling your brain, no wonder you seek comfort in pillows!

Wicked photo Endure!

That's when I was young handsome and slim...

Wicked photo Endure!

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My pranks have always been fairly tame as such.

I used to play a lot on my ex in the UK, poor guy.

I did one where i called him up to say id be late home from work..when i wasnt going to be.

I hid behind the sofa.

He crashed out on it as usual, when he got in, and started watching TV.

I slowly reached up my hand and tickled around his head.

He practically sh*t himself.

He wasnt impressed.

I was crying with laughter.

He forgave me in the end. ...but took a while. A LONG while!

Omg! You sound like an ex of mine.

She would hide everywhere and then pop out and say 'boo' in a scary voice: and it really did give me a scare.

I just never knew where it would be coming from. She would be inside a cupboard (on top of a cupboard), behind a door, in the garage, entering the bathroom, waiting for me on the other side of the door when I finished showering.

I used to approach all doors, dark shadows, nooks and crannies with extreme trepidation. My heart would start racing and I felt like I might get one scare too many for my heart to take!

She thought it was hilarious every time.

My very first boyfriend snuck down the stairs to the basement when I was down there putting laundry into the dryer,and came up behind me and scared the crap out of me. I didn't realize it was him and turned around swinging, didn't quite knock him out but he never snuck up on me again.

Wicked photo Endure!

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My pranks have always been fairly tame as such.

I used to play a lot on my ex in the UK, poor guy.

I did one where i called him up to say id be late home from work..when i wasnt going to be.

I hid behind the sofa.

He crashed out on it as usual, when he got in, and started watching TV.

I slowly reached up my hand and tickled around his head.

He practically sh*t himself.

He wasnt impressed.

I was crying with laughter.

He forgave me in the end. ...but took a while. A LONG while!

Omg! You sound like an ex of mine.

She would hide everywhere and then pop out and say 'boo' in a scary voice: and it really did give me a scare.

I just never knew where it would be coming from. She would be inside a cupboard (on top of a cupboard), behind a door, in the garage, entering the bathroom, waiting for me on the other side of the door when I finished showering.

I used to approach all doors, dark shadows, nooks and crannies with extreme trepidation. My heart would start racing and I felt like I might get one scare too many for my heart to take!

She thought it was hilarious every time.

My very first boyfriend snuck down the stairs to the basement when I was down there putting laundry into the dryer,and came up behind me and scared the crap out of me. I didn't realize it was him and turned around swinging, didn't quite knock him out but he never snuck up on me again.

I should have done the same

I did get her back a few times so it wasn't all bad

I was once not invited to a party in a Royal Air Force Officers Mess in Germany. In fact all of us chaps who wore green and sort of hid in the woods were not invited by the glamorous fly boys who wanted to corner the local girls without interruption

Sadly for them, I had a supply of CS Gas tablets. Myself and my jolly green pals got to breaking them down with a pestle and mortar, using aftershave as a base. We then snuck into the room during the day and painted all the light bulbs in the room with the paste.

The jolly fly boys were certain we would retaliate in some fashion and simply couldn't believe their early evening cocktails passed without incident. However after dark and time for the lights...well

Heat from the bulbs got to the mixture and bingo.............Room filled with CS....Happy day only spoilt by one of my pals putting his head round the door with a mask on asking if everyone was having a good time.

Same mess saw another fly boy propelled into the ceiling by the gubbings of a life raft ( the sort that inflate rather quickly ) put under his chair on a Mess Night. Nearly killed him, but he got away with a broken collar bone and leg.

I was once not invited to a party in a Royal Air Force Officers Mess in Germany. In fact all of us chaps who wore green and sort of hid in the woods were not invited by the glamorous fly boys who wanted to corner the local girls without interruption

Sadly for them, I had a supply of CS Gas tablets. Myself and my jolly green pals got to breaking them down with a pestle and mortar, using aftershave as a base. We then snuck into the room during the day and painted all the light bulbs in the room with the paste.

The jolly fly boys were certain we would retaliate in some fashion and simply couldn't believe their early evening cocktails passed without incident. However after dark and time for the lights...well

Heat from the bulbs got to the mixture and bingo.............Room filled with CS....Happy day only spoilt by one of my pals putting his head round the door with a mask on asking if everyone was having a good time.

Same mess saw another fly boy propelled into the ceiling by the gubbings of a life raft ( the sort that inflate rather quickly ) put under his chair on a Mess Night. Nearly killed him, but he got away with a broken collar bone and leg.

now that is a prank1

On construction sites things are sometimes a touch primitive. (Not down to Aussie levels, but primitive)

On one site the crapper consisted of a long open trough, slightly canted to drain, with several partitions for privacy and a pole across each to sit on (Western toilet instead of squat, you see)

The aim was to get into the upstream cubicle with the newspaper and, after doing your business and finishing the ciggy and the racing form, to float part of the newspaper down the trough.

After having set it alight.

Reminds me of my dad telling of a dunny in Egypt during WW2.

No cubicles, just a long pole to sit on and do ya stuff.

Some joker one day sawed part way thru the pole in a cupla places, not too far thru'.

Later, when 3 guys were doing...... the pole broke with 3 blokes physically in the <deleted>.

Musta bin hilarious, I laff fantasizing...........

^There can be a thin line between a 'prank' and stupidity...

I'll wager your dad wouldn't have told you of this 'prank' had he been one of the three. I'll also wager that the prankster would have copped a well deserved quilting had he been found out.

^There can be a thin line between a 'prank' and stupidity...

I'll wager your dad wouldn't have told you of this 'prank' had he been one of the three. I'll also wager that the prankster would have copped a well deserved quilting had he been found out.

Akshully, it was soon after he was demobbed.

I overheard him and his fellow ex-soldiers yarning.