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Since Halloween I have been finding little pieces of confetti on the living room floor but they've been subtle enough that I had not thought much about it. That's until this morning that I found confetti all over the floor and began wondering where all this bloody mess was coming from. Then it dawn on me that it must be a prank by my daughter, and sure enough not too long after I found the confetti location. La diablita had climbed and placed the confetti on the fan blades but given the fan hadn’t been used much only a few had fallen. But late last night the hubby got the fan going and then the movement stirred the confetti to make a mess. My daughter knows that I'm an organized freak, so she really enjoys pranking me with messes.

The current US first lady is also a pranker. Her grandkids have plenty of stories about she pranking them regularly. But this year she even fooled the media and even her own staff with her April Fool's Day prank. In the US lot of pranks are done during this day but in Colombia it is celebrated on December 28th. How about in your countries?

Do you like to prank your family members? or are you a victim of family pranks like I am?
 
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Years ago we had some extremely fierce chillies in work, they were just normal green chillies but this batch were scary.
Anyway, I had fun. I got hold of a lad's bifters and smeared chilli juice all over the filters and sat back and watched him go from, milk, to coke to ice water and tears.
I told another chef they were good for cold sores, he cut one and rubbed it into his huge herpes. Again, tears and wailing.
Alas my final 'prank' wasn't intentional, as I was in one of the hotel rooms during a break getting frisky with one of the waitresses and hadn't got all the chilli oil off my hands, so, post some exuberant frotting she came off the bed like a Polaris screaming about her fanny being aflame
She was weirdly relieved to find out it was the chillies and not a cheese grater or something on the kinky side that had warmed her bits.
We didn't marry.
 

Temporary tattoo of a different girl's name above some swallows on a future grooms back.
He never brought it up the next day as he was unsure where it had come from, having retreated early to a solo room, unaware his key had already been copied and was convinced he had returned drunk to a tattoo parlour we had deliberately steered him into during the day.
Bride to be received a photo and being a good sport spent the next few weeks offering massages etc until a tattoo artist told him it didn't need inked over.
Another groom woke up naked in his bed in the middle of a city park.
Another with just his car keys and no clothes.
The Godfather/ bacon fan who awoke to a bed full of pigs heads.
Oh and the groom who boasted he hadn't been done who found himself bricked in the morning of the wedding. As a two foot deep wall magical appeared across the entry level of the property overnight.
Just a few of the top of my head.
 
I used to work at a well known financial institution, which had a huge old fashioned wood panelled boardroom, featuring many portraits of previous grandees.

Every time there was a board meeting or a VIP dinner coming up our manager would be hyper and unbearable for days beforehand.

One of our team used to delight in making almost undetectable daily changes to the room in the build up. On reflection I suppose it was more psyche warfare than prank.

The guaranteed tipping point would be adjusting all the portraits out of alignment by the smallest degree.

Setting the boardroom clock back by 2 minutes was always a surefire winner, as was replacing a lamp in the one of the many chandeliers with one of a different shade, along with minute adjustments to the chairs at the boardroom table. Just moving one chair out millimetres further than the others would also do it.

Our team mate used to work harder at this game than his actual job.

Every morning in the build up to an event we’d be called to gather and witness a full (think Hitler in the bunker) melt down, as the “hideous oversights by us idiots” were individually pointed out to us by our hyperventilating manager.

An ex forces officer, he never did get civilian humour or dissent, although the same game would happen every time and each event was always professionally delivered, I’m sure it made his life hell. A sense of humour would have served him well and saved him a whole load of grief.
 
Years ago we had some extremely fierce chillies in work, they were just normal green chillies but this batch were scary.
Anyway, I had fun. I got hold of a lad's bifters and smeared chilli juice all over the filters and sat back and watched him go from, milk, to coke to ice water and tears.
I told another chef they were good for cold sores, he cut one and rubbed it into his huge herpes. Again, tears and wailing.
Alas my final 'prank' wasn't intentional, as I was in one of the hotel rooms during a break getting frisky with one of the waitresses and hadn't got all the chilli oil off my hands, so, post some exuberant frotting she came off the bed like a Polaris screaming about her fanny being aflame
She was weirdly relieved to find out it was the chillies and not a cheese grater or something on the kinky side that had warmed her bits.
We didn't marry.
Please tell me "a lad's bifters" isn't what I fear it may be :Blink:
 

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