I’m a prankster, a huge one.
When I’m not writing, sleeping, eating, or working out…I’m thinking up new ways to prank people. Mainly my friends.
I do it so few and far between is always seems like dumb luck or just a distant coincidence.
It always works, my pranks are usually the “scary” kind. Scary phone calls, late night knocks on the windows or doors… You know that kind of thing.
So, how far would you go to make the perfect prank?
I’d start by reading this thread:
Then I’d go play dodge the traffic, preferredly at night, preferredly wearing something dark
What the fuck is a scary phone call?
[quote]imhungry wrote:
What the fuck is a scary phone call?[/quote]
“It this Mr. Hungry. I’m calling to inform you that the test was positive.”
“Hello? I’m? It’s your ex-girlfriend from 5 years ago…and this is your son.”
“Excuse Mr, Hungry. This is the IRS calling…”
Not really a ‘prank’ but I like to take a mouse trap and toss it to people at work while yelling “CATCH”
Or taping it to a light switch in a dark office, or taping it to a football and tossing that. Really, mouse traps are a cheap form of entertainment!
Yes. Read the posts that polo77/Archer linked above. I posted a long one on there that you might find disturbing…since it’s really true.
A postscript to that long post of mine about the bad roommate:
I wrote that article I posted under a pseudonym (Virgilio Gonzalez, of Watergate fame) for obvious reasons, since I was still living with the “target”. Well, about two months after all of that shit, he finally moved out. He was in such a hurry to get the fuck out that he left a 100 gallon fish tank and accessories and about a dozen sick ass exotic fish. Rather than spend an extra day or two at the house to pack it all up, he just left me with 3k worth of shit. His girlfriend turned into a lesbian, then I “brought her back to the good side”, know what I mean?
Then he somehow found out about the article and in an act of revenge he had this beat-ass '66 Ford pickup with no engine that he had used for parts dropped off in front of my house. Well, this fucking space cadet thought that I wouldn’t know where it came from and he had removed all the license plates. I told all of my neighbors to dump any toxic shit they might have into the cab and the bed of the truck (oil, old car batteries, I dumped a whole house worth of asbestos ductwork into the engine bay).
Then I called the city, told them this truck had been abandoned in front of my house, it was leaking God knows what out of it, and I suspected that bums were shooting smack into their eyeballs in it at night. Last I heard, that dumb motherfucker had been linked to the truck (apparently Einstein didn’t know about VIN’s) and was fined into oblivion for abandoning the vehicle and was held responsible for dumping toxic materials (the asbestos alone must have been several grand in fines).
Polo, please go swallow a bullet.
inkaddict, that’s pretty wild man! I bet you fuck a lot of peoples fingers up that way.
DBCooper, that’s badass.
Just tryin to help you out, brah
Regarding the same roommate I mentioned above:
He was a fine arts major when he lived with me. Well, his final art project before he graduated was some bullshit, semester-long thesis that culminated in a big showing for all of his friends, teachers and classmates.
What he had done was film himself rebuilding the engine from his '73 Honda 350 and then he built a makeshift theater in one of the art rooms on campus where people could come and view this fucking lame video. The deal was, whoever came to view it had to tell other people about what they saw, except that they had to tell a lie about it. I know, I can’t believe they give degrees for this shit either.
Anyways, his art was him creating a scenario in which other people could create art; what lies people told about what they saw was HIS art. It was supposed to be some aborted commentary on what people consider art these days.
So for his big showing, in front of literally hundreds of people, I got myself a front row seat and sat through the whole fucking video until the question/answer session where people could ask about the artist’s process. I called him out in front of everyone. I told him it was all bullshit and that if what he did was art, then essentially the people who make oil pastels, brushes, canvasses and so on are artists as well. I started screaming at him, demanding that the school give ME an art degree since I was the artist and he was just the maker of my supplies, I called him a fraud, then I got into a huge argument with him and a few of his hippy classmates about their complicity in the cheapening of what didn’t even deserve to be referred to as “low art”. By the end of the show, most people were on my side, he was literally crying on stage, and he got booed by about half of the audience.
It was great! So yeah, that’s how far I’ll go.
[quote]polo77j wrote:
[quote]imhungry wrote:
What the fuck is a scary phone call?[/quote]
“It this Mr. Hungry. I’m calling to inform you that the test was positive.”
“Hello? I’m? It’s your ex-girlfriend from 5 years ago…and this is your son.”
“Excuse Mr, Hungry. This is the IRS calling…”[/quote]
Well, just the fact that that i’d be called “Mr Hungry” negates any kind of fear, whatsoever… Or, does it?
[quote]BodyByGame20 wrote:
Polo, please go swallow a bullet.
[/quote]
Wow what’s with all the hostility fuck face? Prank phone calls are the best…
Mr Hungry- Hello
Prank guy- Hello, is your refrigerator running?
Mr. Hungry- Why yes it is. Who is this?
Prank guy- Well you better go catch it…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Mr Hungry- Why I OUTTA!!!
All Time classic.
[quote]BodyByGame20 wrote:
It always works, my pranks are usually the “scary” kind. Scary phone calls, late night knocks on the windows or doors… You know that kind of thing.
[/quote]
sounds terrifying.
[quote]DBCooper wrote:
Regarding the same roommate I mentioned above:
He was a fine arts major when he lived with me. Well, his final art project before he graduated was some bullshit, semester-long thesis that culminated in a big showing for all of his friends, teachers and classmates.
What he had done was film himself rebuilding the engine from his '73 Honda 350 and then he built a makeshift theater in one of the art rooms on campus where people could come and view this fucking lame video. The deal was, whoever came to view it had to tell other people about what they saw, except that they had to tell a lie about it. I know, I can’t believe they give degrees for this shit either.
Anyways, his art was him creating a scenario in which other people could create art; what lies people told about what they saw was HIS art. It was supposed to be some aborted commentary on what people consider art these days.
So for his big showing, in front of literally hundreds of people, I got myself a front row seat and sat through the whole fucking video until the question/answer session where people could ask about the artist’s process. I called him out in front of everyone. I told him it was all bullshit and that if what he did was art, then essentially the people who make oil pastels, brushes, canvasses and so on are artists as well. I started screaming at him, demanding that the school give ME an art degree since I was the artist and he was just the maker of my supplies, I called him a fraud, then I got into a huge argument with him and a few of his hippy classmates about their complicity in the cheapening of what didn’t even deserve to be referred to as “low art”. By the end of the show, most people were on my side, he was literally crying on stage, and he got booed by about half of the audience.
It was great! So yeah, that’s how far I’ll go.[/quote]
You’ve got some issues to deal with. You don’t seem to understand the difference between practical jokes and psychotic behavior.
DB
[quote]dollarbill44 wrote:
[quote]DBCooper wrote:
Regarding the same roommate I mentioned above:
He was a fine arts major when he lived with me. Well, his final art project before he graduated was some bullshit, semester-long thesis that culminated in a big showing for all of his friends, teachers and classmates.
What he had done was film himself rebuilding the engine from his '73 Honda 350 and then he built a makeshift theater in one of the art rooms on campus where people could come and view this fucking lame video. The deal was, whoever came to view it had to tell other people about what they saw, except that they had to tell a lie about it. I know, I can’t believe they give degrees for this shit either.
Anyways, his art was him creating a scenario in which other people could create art; what lies people told about what they saw was HIS art. It was supposed to be some aborted commentary on what people consider art these days.
So for his big showing, in front of literally hundreds of people, I got myself a front row seat and sat through the whole fucking video until the question/answer session where people could ask about the artist’s process. I called him out in front of everyone. I told him it was all bullshit and that if what he did was art, then essentially the people who make oil pastels, brushes, canvasses and so on are artists as well. I started screaming at him, demanding that the school give ME an art degree since I was the artist and he was just the maker of my supplies, I called him a fraud, then I got into a huge argument with him and a few of his hippy classmates about their complicity in the cheapening of what didn’t even deserve to be referred to as “low art”. By the end of the show, most people were on my side, he was literally crying on stage, and he got booed by about half of the audience.
It was great! So yeah, that’s how far I’ll go.[/quote]
You’ve got some issues to deal with. You don’t seem to understand the difference between practical jokes and psychotic behavior.
DB[/quote]
Read the title of the thread. This is how I have gone/will go.
Whoa! A total of 2 good responses and 5 asshole responses…
"You’ve got some issues to deal with. You don’t seem to understand the difference between practical jokes and psychotic behavior. "
…Are you kidding?
and what’s with this Print guy? With a fuckin’ dog for his avatar…“what’s with all the hostility fuck face?” Oh, I dunno.
I think I’m sick of trolls on message boards really.
If you can’t relate to the topic at hand then why respond? So you can show off in front of your internet buddies?
God, you guys must have huge dicks! Right? That’s what you’re trying to prove, correct?
Print, your valiant name calling failed! I still want Polo to swallow a bullet…and while he does that you can swallow his fuckin’ dick.
How’s that for hostility?
SO…
PRANKS!
Lets talk about pranks, and how about one of your motherfuckers answer…How far would you go to pull one off?
[quote]BodyByGame20 wrote:
Whoa! A total of 2 good responses and 5 asshole responses…
"You’ve got some issues to deal with. You don’t seem to understand the difference between practical jokes and psychotic behavior. "
…Are you kidding?
and what’s with this Print guy? With a fuckin’ dog for his avatar…“what’s with all the hostility fuck face?” Oh, I dunno.
I think I’m sick of trolls on message boards really.
If you can’t relate to the topic at hand then why respond? So you can show off in front of your internet buddies?
God, you guys must have huge dicks! Right? That’s what you’re trying to prove, correct?
Print, your valiant name calling failed! I still want Polo to swallow a bullet…and while he does that you can swallow his fuckin’ dick.
How’s that for hostility?
SO…
PRANKS!
Lets talk about pranks, and how about one of your motherfuckers answer…How far would you go to pull one off?
[/quote]
next your gonna call professor X fat
No, I’m not assclown.
I’ve seen pictures of X and he’s a fuckin’ real life monster. Unlike you, whom I sure is carrying a pair of DD bitch tits.
[quote]BodyByGame20 wrote:
I’m an asshole, a huge one.
When I’m not writing, sleeping, eating, or working out…I’m thinking up new ways to be an asshole to people. Mainly my friends.
I do it because I get laid so few and far between is always seems like dumb luck or just a distant coincidence.
It always works, my asshole-ish pranks are usually the “scary” kind. Scary phone calls, late night knocks on the windows or doors… You know that kind of asshole thing.
So, how far would you go to be the perfect asshole? [/quote]
Fixed: I think you’re well on your way, Mr. Sensitive.
Aw, did i hurt your little baby feelings?
I would’ve actually been surprised if I didn’t get a comment back like that. Good job on being a cliche douche cannon.
Remember when you took a knock at how much I get laid? OH FUCK THAT WAS HILARIOUS. Sad thing is, I probably have been laid more then you and better yet? I’m probably younger then you too.
Asshole, huh? Is that it imhungry? What are you hungry for anyway? cock and balls? Yeah, probably.