Pranks and Scares

[quote]Sharp4850 wrote:
Best “prank” story I’ve heard of was (I think) an excerpt from some poster’s school paper. Apparently the writer had a terrible roommate, so he started engaging in psychological warfare with the guy. It was the most epic story I’ve ever read, and if I remember correctly in the end the roommate thought he was going insane (didn’t suspect foul play) and moved out.
Of course, I can never find that thread when I look for it. If anybody knows what I’m talking about I would love to find that story again.[/quote]

Found it! Holy SHIT I love this stuff! I wish I had a roommate worthy of another operation like this one. And believe me, this is ALL true shit. In fact, the same target mentioned in this article is also the same dipshit who I used to perform the fire-related pranks on! I know, I know. I’m twisted. It’s why DarkNinja fell in love with me though, so I’m okay with it.

Weâ??ve all had horrendous roommates. How do you deal with them? Do you beat their ass? Move? Hold a â??house meetingâ??? You could, but why risk legal action, an inconvenient move, or a confrontation that could worsen the situation? No, the best course of action is a highly-detailed, extremely covert counter-intelligence program (COINTELPRO) and a sinister psychological operations program (PSYOPS).
Iâ??ve had plenty of bad roommates. I used to resort to mundane tactics like ignoring the stupid bastard, but with my current vile roommate I went all out black ops. The target is delusional, surly, unintelligent, prone to violent mood swings, his frustration with his pathetic life is frequently misdirected toward me and I suspect he tried to assassinate me. Heâ??s a fucking psychopath who must be stopped, so I embarked on a COINTELPRO/PSYOPS program designed to shatter his psyche and drive him to the point of complete mental collapse without him ever knowing why the thin veneer of sanity he clung to was slowly slipping away. His innately fragile personality and inherently litigious nature made him a perfect candidate for COINTELPRO/PSYOPS.
First, I implemented a highly-sophisticated counter-intelligence operation. Disinformation is the key to shielding oneself from any suspicion should some of your PSYOPS actions get a little carried away. Act cordial at all times toward the target, invite the targetâ??s friends over, befriend his girlfriend in an innocent way, openly show concern for the targetâ??s growing level of psychosis (which is growing thanks to your PSYOPS program) and show interest in his hobbies.
An important aspect of COINTELPRO and PSYOPS is to do some basic reconnaissance and gather intelligence about the target. I carefully went through the targetâ??s bedroom and bathroom, looking for incriminating evidence that I could use against him. I used a Polaroid camera to take a picture of the room and have a way to return it to its original state. Itâ??s a little trick I learned from G. Gordon Liddy. The information can be valuable; I determined that my target received monthly payments from the state government due to an undisclosed disability. Whenever the target entered the room, I seamlessly switched conversation with my other roommate to the â??abhorrent natureâ?? of leeches that suck off the governmentâ??s teat because of some disability. The target, not knowing that I knew what I knew, would shamefully slink away to ponder his self-worth alone in his bedroom, which I had just rifled through only hours earlier. I also hid under his bed one evening and discovered that his girlfriend was exasperated with his erectile shortcomings. From then on, I made loud, ugly jokes whenever the target was in the room and a Cialis commercial came on the TV. COINTELPRO is fun, but PSYOPS is a real blast.

With PSYOPS, there is no limit to the methods one can implement, and I used them all. I felt like E. Howard Hunt in Miami in 1962! I put powdered niacin in the targetâ??s juice and watched his skin become so flushed he was convinced he was dying. I put microscopic amounts of my fecal matter into his cereal so that he constantly had what he thought was food poisoning. There is nothing more distressing to the psyche than blasting music in short bursts at a high volume at odd hours of the evening/early morning. A short burst of Ghostface Killa is more than enough to jar someone out of their slumber without fully awakening them. Just when I feel the target has fallen back asleep, I play an ear-shattering burst of Asian schoolchildren bickering at each other in Cantonese. After that, the deafening sound of incoming artillery fire in Afghanistan, followed by a swarm of bees, then pigs being butchered. Space these clips out over 30 minutes and your target will be so delirious and shaken heâ??ll be far too weakened to resist any further PSYOPS methods for very long.
Another favorite method I used was to remove fish from his fish tank. He had 15 or 20 in there, and every week, for reasons he never knew, one of them would disappear. When he complained the house was cold, I turned on the heat, but only after I covertly disconnected the ductwork into his room. He lost power in his room when I replaced the circuit breaker for it with a faulty one. Physical intimidation worked, such as flexing and screaming while in the same room as him, but never at him. This way, it looks like Iâ??m just being myself, but the constant presence of someone who is already clearly unhinged edging dangerously close to a violent outburst will make anyone feel uncomfortable. My target likes to do some rudimentary gardening, so I would put a few drops of bleach into his plants in the middle of the night. I had a raging case of the flu a few months ago and spread it to the target by coughing all over his bedroom doorknob. He was sick for more than two weeks. When heâ??s gone, I microwave his milk. I also like burning leaves on a warm evening when the targetâ??s windows are open. There he is relaxing in his bed and enjoying the cool breeze when noxious fumes from burnt oak leaves suddenly come billowing in through the window. Of course, he immediately asked me to put out the fire and I apologetically acquiesced, knowing that the damage had been done and that his room would reek for the next 12 to 24 hours.
After all of this subterfuge, the target had grown increasingly uncomfortable around the house and began seeking refuge with friends. Naturally, I began showing up to these social outings unexpectedly, thereby breaching his sanctuary and giving him no place to hide. Thanks to my extensive COINTELPRO operations, the target was unable to voice any dissatisfaction with his crumbling domestic situation without looking like a psychotic; he had no idea there was someone behind all of the weird little downturns in his life and if he badmouthed me to his friends, he would be doing so to the same people I had befriended and voiced concern to about his slipping mental state. This is the essence of spreading disinformation and propaganda. However, at some point the target may become aware of what is really going on and start a campaign against you. Perhaps the target will even have played some dirty tricks of his own against you and reveal his actions on the day he finally moves out in a nefarious attempt to â??get the last laughâ??. I have been worried about this possibility so I made sure I had an ace up my sleeve. To date, I have jerked off into his shampoo 22 times. If that bastard tries to leave on a high note, Iâ??ll simply tell him why his silky smooth hair has become so soft and manageable.
My COINTELPRO/PSYOPS program has been an unmitigated success. Since its inception, the target has broken down completely. He comes in the door and immediately goes to his room without speaking to anyone, he randomly screams and flails about the house, heâ??s broken down in tears in front of me, has openly admitted that he feels wholly uncomfortable in the house, and even exposed his genitals to me in a fit of paranoia and psychosis. But the best part is that he thinks his own warped mental state is the reason for all of this irrational behavior because he has NO CLUE that I am the one behind all of the downturns and psyche-shattering occurrences in his life. THIS is the epitome of a successful COINTELPRO/PSYOPS program. So the next time you find yourself stuck with a deranged roommate, why not make him a little bit more deranged?

My sophomore year in college I was in a dorm. The guys across from me were cool and I knew them (and their girlfriends) well. One of them was kinda straight-laced. Anyway, it was April 1st, so I got talking to the straight-laced guy’s (SLG’s) girlfriend.

We decided to play a prank where she would suggest a 4-way. She knew he wouldn’t REALLY be up for it, but would say he was to sound cool or whatever. So she sets him up and then calls me. An hour later, I invite him over and tell him she brought it up and I think it’s a great idea. All I have to do, I said, was convince my friend to do it. But I’ve never slept with her, I said, so it probably won’t work. Well I guess, SLG got real nervous and was pacing around his dorm room. His roommates asked him if he was sick and whatnot.

So I called a friend of mine and got her into it. She didn’t really know him, but decided she would help out. So she calls him and suggests the 4-way. I guess at this point he literally went into the toilet and puked. His girlfriend called him with the intent of keeping it going, but realized we had gone to far and told him. He was really cool about it (relieved I think) and we stayed friends for years.* He coordinated the best madden series with something like 7 or 10 guys I’ve ever been a part of (I lost in the SuperBowl, but had a great time and took out the #1 ranked Vikings).

*until years later when he broke up with his girl and I slept with her, but that’s a different story.

[quote]DBCooper wrote:

[quote]Sharp4850 wrote:
Best “prank” story I’ve heard of was (I think) an excerpt from some poster’s school paper. Apparently the writer had a terrible roommate, so he started engaging in psychological warfare with the guy. It was the most epic story I’ve ever read, and if I remember correctly in the end the roommate thought he was going insane (didn’t suspect foul play) and moved out.
Of course, I can never find that thread when I look for it. If anybody knows what I’m talking about I would love to find that story again.[/quote]

HAHAHA! That was me who posted that shit! I just posted some examples from it and then I saw this! I’ll have to track down the disk I have that saved on. It wasn’t for the school paper, by the way. It was for the magazine I write for and I actually got paid to write that shit. I had to use a pseudonym for it. I interviewed porn star extraordinaire Kayden Kross the week that that issue came out and she had read it before I showed up for the interview. She thought it was pretty nutty and that I was probably a bit deranged. I didn’t get to fuck her, despite trying to lure her downtown for a Rohypnolcolada.[/quote]

Ha! That is awesome. Thanks for posting it!

Man, that is an awesome read. I am saving that column to my hard drive in the event I EVER find myself stuck living with a roommate like that!
Edit: Or, if I just get bored with my only somewhat irritating roommate.

A timeless classic

MORE PRANKS!!!

I love pranks and practical jokes.

I have this uncle (not blood-related) who is the most spiritually-bankrupt person I have EVER known. This guy literally spends all day every day talking about all the cool things he has and gets a new BMW every other year and has all this gaudy bullshit and NEVER talks about anything that actually means anything with anyone else in the family. Everything is all about him and everything he owns and how much money he makes and so on. I hate it because when I’m with my family I do NOT want to talk about this shit. I want to discuss REAL LIFE, you know what I mean?

Now, this isn’t really a “prank” per se, but it was something I had planned out in advance that was designed specifically to put him in his place in front of the rest of the family and expose him for the empty, vapid fraud that he is.

My family spends every Thanksgiving up in the Sierras near Mt. Lassen and the big tradition is to drive up into the snow the day after Turkey Day and chop down some Christmas trees near Lassen National Forest. Well, my uncle (we’ll call him Dumb Uncle) is kind of a pussy and doesn’t like trudging through 100 yards of snow to chop down a tree. Even my 56 y/o mother comes with us and her sisters come as well and they never complain. But Dumb Uncle hates it.

So around Christmas time we’re at my OTHER uncle’s house who was undergoing chemo for severe liver cancer at the time (we’ll call him Cancer Uncle). I happened to overhear Dumb Uncle’s wife, my aunt, mention that Dumb Uncle was on his way over and that he had just looked at a bunch of ATV’s because he wanted to buy one to drive through the snow or whatever when we get Christmas trees. She said he was really excited about buying one and had a bunch of brochures with him and blah, blah, blah.

I’m sitting here thinking “what the fuck?” This is a somber time, Cancer Uncle is literally fucking dying, we’re there to support my aunt and hang out with Cancer Uncle because there is about a 99% chance that this is his last Christmas season and he really just wants to be around family and so forth. (He ended up beating the cancer, by the way!) And this pretentious asshole is planning on showing up and bombarding us with his latest purchase he intends to make to fill whatever void there is in his life. Totally inappropriate time for this shit, right?

So he walks in the door and he immediately starts in on this fucking ATV and how he’s going to get a great deal because it’s only $12,000 or whatever. And then I spring my very simple, straightforward trap on him.

He comes up to me to show me this stack of brochures and I look at him blankly, with Cancer Uncle half-conscious in the chair next to me, and I say to him point-blank, “What do you need that for? You’ll use it once a year, IF that, since sometimes there isn’t even any snow up there on Thanksgiving. If you can afford to waste $12,000 on this fucking thing, why don’t you use that money for something meaningful and make a $12,000 tax-deductible donation to a cancer research foundation?” He was fucking speechless. Psychological warfare at its finest.

MORE PRANKS!!!

[quote]DBCooper wrote:
MORE PRANKS!!![/quote]

The 49rs will make the playoffs.

[quote]DJHT wrote:

[quote]DBCooper wrote:
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The 49rs will make the playoffs. [/quote]

More FUNNY pranks!!!

I have lived in a fraternity house for a little over a year now, and here are a few things off the top of my head…

-Whenever we can hear some dude banging a girl in his room, a couple firecrackers lit and put under the door usually keep us from being bored. Sometimes they get pissed though and run out in the hallway with half a hard-on.

-Our bathroom has 4 stalls, and once in a while we will take a gatorade cooler and fill it with water and ice. Whenever someone is taking a shit, we will dump it over the stall. We stopped doing this after someone got soaked, shit in a paper bag, and lit a firecracker in the bag and blew it up in front of someones door.

-Also firecrackers lit inside our shower are always enjoyable.

  • We have a water balloon launcher, and will hide outside in the bushes about 50 feet away when one of our brothers is trying to talk to a girl by the front door. Not very accurate though.

  • Some dude decided to go hang out with some girl instead of watching a football game with us, so when he called 2 hours later to have us come pick his drunk ass up, we said sure bro, so we went over in a truck, waited for him to come outside, soaked him with water balloons, drove off, and made him walk all the way back to the house.

I just realized that we utilize firecrackers a lot. I should also note that depending on how drunk we are, some water balloons may or may not be filled with piss.

Oh I just forgot this one we did recently. One of our brothers went to class and left his door unlocked, and this was after a big storm, so we spent about an hour and a half going outside and gathering every tree branch, palm tree branch, and bush that was on the ground, and stuffing it inside his room. We then put a piece of paper on his door and wrote, “welcome to the jungle bitch.”

[quote]sandbagger wrote:
Oh I just forgot this one we did recently. One of our brothers went to class and left his door unlocked, and this was after a big storm, so we spent about an hour and a half going outside and gathering every tree branch, palm tree branch, and bush that was on the ground, and stuffing it inside his room. We then put a piece of paper on his door and wrote, “welcome to the jungle bitch.”[/quote]

When I was in college I released a rattlesnake into a frat house that I hated (Phi Tau). I caught it out in the wild and transported it back to town in a big plastic cooler. Then I put on these huge, thick rubber gloves and knocked on the door (wearing a Richard Nixon mask so as not to be recognized) of the frat. I had this fucker by the head so he couldn’t bite me and when the someone answered the door there he was standing face to face to the snake while I had on a big orange jumpsuit and a Richard Nixon mask! He fucking screamed and backed up real slow like. I dropped it on the porch and took off running, jumped into some bushes and took off the jumpsuit and the mask and strolled on home. I had a change of clothes underneath the jumpsuit and it was about 9pm so no one saw me. For about 200 feet as I was running I could hear them yelling inside the house. I heard later that they killed it with a shovel out in the front yard so I suppose I technically didn’t release it INSIDE the house.

[quote]DJHT wrote:

[quote]DBCooper wrote:
MORE PRANKS!!![/quote]

The 49rs will make the playoffs. [/quote]
As a 49ers fan, this is kinda funny at the moment.

[quote]Nards wrote:
One time me and a couple of buddies decided to watch the Star Wars trilogy one night during Christmas break in high school.

Since we grew up in Winnipeg the sun goes down at about 4:30PM in the winter and we started Star Wars at about 6PM.
One guy fell asleep 5 minutes in so me and the other guy changed the clock on the VCR to 2AM and put in Return of the Jedi and fast forwarded to the end when the Ewoks are dancing and woke up buddy and told him it was 2AM…he looks at the clock, sees that Jedi is over,freaks out and runs home thinking his mom and dad will kill him but it was about 6:30.[/quote]

Have done this too, co-worker of mine always passed out when we’d carpool. So once when we got stuck in minor traffic, I changed the clock 1 1/2 ahead on the same night he had tickets to a hockey game. He woke up a few miles from the car pool lot and freaked. Once in his car, he lit up the tires, fish tailed outta the parking lot, and drove way over the speed limit in the car-pool lane alone lulz. Luckily he didn’t get a ticket, but was pissed as hell next morning.

Lottery ticket jokes are the best IMO. I once woke up really early, went to the store and replayed the winning numbers to last nights draw, and substituted the ticket into my roomies wallet. Holy hell did he ever freak out when he checked the numbers, ran around like a freakin’ idiot for about 20 minutes until my other roomie said, ‘what’s the date on that ticket’. Sadly we didn’t have cell phones back then, but it would of been a youtube classic for sure lol.

Edit. another bad one was in school when we were doing these projects on computers. They were long and tedious and the girl next to me was so annoying, that when she turned to talk to someone, I turned the contrast off so the screen was ‘on’ but dark. She turned around and freaked out and thought she’d lost all her work. Actually was on the verge of crying until i reached over and put the contrast back as it was lol

One time this guy(that I barely knew threw a pail of cold water on me while I was showering, so I returned the favour by filling up a pail with boiling hot water from one of those coffee makers. That was funny, and sent the message that I wanted.

Here’s an image of a similar hot water maker thing, in case you’re wondering.
http://bunn-coffee-makers.net/Bunn-Coffee-Maker/images/Section/OHW.jpg

Penny tapping:

Attach a penny to one half of a band aid, tie clear fishing line around it. Stick the other half of the band aid to a bedroom window, at night and let the penny hang down.

Run the line spool to a car in the street and through an open window. Get in the car and pull the string.

The penny will tap against the window in what ever rythm or pattern you pull. You can really freak people out. Be smart and put it in a corner or some place least likely to be noticed if some one peeks.

If caught, cut the string and drive off.

[quote]HoustonGuy wrote:
Penny tapping:

Attach a penny to one half of a band aid, tie clear fishing line around it. Stick the other half of the band aid to a bedroom window, at night and let the penny hang down.

Run the line spool to a car in the street and through an open window. Get in the car and pull the string.

The penny will tap against the window in what ever rythm or pattern you pull. You can really freak people out. Be smart and put it in a corner or some place least likely to be noticed if some one peeks.

If caught, cut the string and drive off.[/quote]

This is good. Could really fuck with someone. Got any more ?

One really stupid simple one is just put Scotch tape across the staff room doorway at face level and all watch as someone walks into it.

Or there’s the classic – placebo birth control pills.

My friend tricked me into going with her to shop for candles and feminine hygeine products. Let’s just say, I was not pleased at all.

As a prank to get back at her, I saw a package of Vagisil in the feminine hygeine aisle we were in. As she was walking up and down the Aisle, I grabbbed the Vagisil lifted slightly up above my head, called her name in a raised tone of voice and said ;

“HEY, DIDN"T THE DOCTOR SAY YOU NEEDED THIS?”

Naturally, she turned around, looked at me and so did a good majority of the people in the aisle. She turned like really red and and just walked away…and across the aisle from me, I can see this dude trying to hold his laughter in but he could’nt! Homie started bustin’ up and I got a little chuckle from it as well. I had to catch up with her cause she was my ride, I was still laughin’ on our way to the checkout register and all she could say repeatedly, was “Seize, you’re an asshole” hahha

What she didn’t know is that I also slipped the package of Vagisil in her cart without her knwoing. As she was putting her products on the conveyor check out she pulled out the Vagisil, gave me the dirtiest look I’ve ever seen from her…from then on, I knew was in big trouble hahahha