Practical Jokes

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Lune1878

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Anyone done any decent ones over the years? or been on the end of them?

Once jumped out of a wardrobe wearing a tin foil mask to scare an ex-girlfriend. Never seen someone clear a flight of stairs as quick as she did that day. She was half way down the street before I managed to call her back. Still puts a smile on my face even now.

and no, this definitely was'nt a random home invasion, before you ask.
 

Anyone done any decent ones over the years? or been on the end of them?

Once jumped out of a wardrobe wearing a tin foil mask to scare an ex-girlfriend. Never seen someone clear a flight of stairs as quick as she did that day. She was half way down the street before I managed to call her back. Still puts a smile on my face even now.

and no, this definitely was'nt a random home invasion, before you ask.
As an apprentice fell for a few too many of embarrassing to mention I fell for the classics as I was young and wanted to learn being a young horticulturist I tasted Quince fruit not realising my foreman had spat it out, I tasted Banana sap being told it tasted like bananas yet he licked a different finger both glued my lips together yet Qince jam is made?
 
Had to ring RS components (no not that RS) for a part for work, as I wasn't sure about the spec in their catologue. Some bloke answered, and I explained my problem. Being a dingbat, I hadn't rang an outside line, I'd instead rang my boss at his desk. He said 'hang on a minute, are you a scouser'? 'Ermm yes' I replied. He said 'well #### off then, I ###### hate scousers' and hung up.
I went in to melt down and rang RS back, this time dialling an outside line. I was in full rant and demanded to know who I'd spoken to. The lady assured me that there were only two agents in the office and both were female.
Then there was a face at the office window, my boss, with a massive grin on his face. Luckily he appeared as I was about to go on a killing spree.
Revenge was swift. 3 weeks later at an exhibition, we were all in the hotel bar and true to form, he was annoying everyone. He got in to a drinking competition with 2 Canadians and a bloke from Barnsley. He then disapeared and I only discovered where he was when I was going to bed. He was lying unconscious on a leather sofa, snoring away.
Not wanting to miss an opportunity, we got a razor, shaving foam and removed his eyebrows and all the front of his hair. The barman, who he'd been annoying also, got a marker pen and started to draw his eyebrows and glasses back on.
The lad from Barnsley had a camera and was snapping away, careful not to get any of us in shot. Then one of the Canadians got his John Thomas out and was pretending to, let's just say, make love to his mouth.
He never did find out who did it to him but had his suspicions. He collared us one day but we told him some pesky Canadians attacked him while drunk, but we saved him. He was eternally grateful.
 

Not so much a practical joke but a member of my bosses family once made a sarcastic comment about my weight, so I informed him that my over eating was caused by prader willi syndrome, he was mortified when I explained what that was.

I never told him it was a lie and apparently to this day he still asks my boss how I'm getting on even though it was about 5 years ago.
 
Years ago, a lad I knew was a mortuary technician at the Royal.

When the new student Doctors where doing a tour of the mortuary, one of the staff would get onto the slab, covered in a sheet and "rise " from the dead.

Or, one of the staff would get into one of the trays that they stored the dead bodies in and get into a body bag. When the student Doctors opened the tray the lad would unzip the body bag from inside and rise from the dead.

Apparently quite a few of them wet themselves or fainted over the years.
 
Also in the same hotel, two of the lads were doing the lottery between them and we knew the numbers so wrote them down and gave them to the old girl behind the bar.
One of the lads arrived and asked his mate if he knew the lottery numbers. He said "oh yeah, forgot about that, have you seen the lottery numbers Anne"? "Yeah I've got them right here" she says and reads them out.
He went pale and started crying. We asked what was wrong but he just kept shaking his head with tears running down his cheeks. He then just ran off. He came back half an hour later bright red. He'd gone to ring his mum and tell her the good news "what did she say"? we asked. She'd said " ya daft #####, I've got your numbers here, someone's winding you up"

Cruel but funny like.
 

I wee'd in my mother in law's drink while she was in the toilets once at a pub, she thought the lager was a strange colour and drank it. When she drunk it and found out she got in a mood and left in her car leaving her husband with us in the pub, ended up tying his legs together and rolling him down the hill into a river at about 4 in the morning in the middle of Cheshire countryside and being so pissed that we thought he'd drowned. Will never forget me mate ringing the police and turning himself in because he'd 'rolled a fella into the sea and I think I've killed him'. I miss being 18.
 

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