good pratical jokes that we have been involved in

This is kind of long, but I will try to keep it toned down a little.

I was working at a remote far that has a lot of timber, smaller fields and somewhat secluded.

The farmer was baby sitting a small cub bear that a construction company in my small town used as a mascot.

The little cuss was a real pain biting and scratching, getting into the wet cement etc.

A old guy that used to service our nail guns retired and the first day the replacement young man showed up, he was less than pleasant, and very high pressure for sales. He insisted my guns were outdated, and the air leaks weren’t worth fixing. I was busy, and told him in a few minutes I would show him where the o-rings were in his van, and how to make the simple fix.

We entered the side door with the door open, the little bear ran past the door. The guy was almost out of control stating he had just seen a baby bear. I never looked up or broke my concentration on the repair work, as I commented, yea lots of them in the timber. Then I stated, if you get near the cub bears, the old sow will bust out a windshield to get revenge, again without so much as a grin.

It was only five minutes later the dang cub jumped into the side door of the van, the guy went postal, and I kind of had forgot about my comments of the sow bear getting even. Well I joined in, started screaming, and pushed the cub bear out the door and slammed the door. In the mean time the guy had somehow got in the drivers seat by squeezing around the metal screen that keep the driver safe if involved in a head on from the shifting load.

He had that old van just screaming the tires on the damp grass, drove up to the barn, I jumped out with my nail guns, and he dug ruts in the gravel trying to get that van in a faster motion.

I called the lumber yard, and told the manager what had just happened, then asked if I should probably call his company (2 hrs away) He stated no, he is so high pressure, he would not be there very long.

I imagine the zit faced little creep is still telling everyone that a bear jumped into his van. WE HAVE NO bears in NE IA.

As a remodeling contractor, I got my first cell phone in 1987. It was all mounted up in my truck-the only things you saw were the antenna, and the handset. My BIL is 10 years younger then me, so he must have been 14. We were driving past his buddys house, saw the buddy outside. BIL dialed his buddys phone, and we yell to him that his phone is ringing. Just as he gets to the door, we hang up. THEN, we repeated the process, and he fell for it again! Greg

My brother likes to do the practical joke thing on people.On day I went see him at work(a building supply store) He worked at the contractors desk at the back of the store.As i was leaving I get stopped at the front desk by anice looking young lady adn was asked if I had anything that i wanted to pay for. I looked at her and said no and she insisted that I should pay for the stuff that I had. I turn around and see my brother laughing as I try to explain to this girl that I did not have anything.
I sell New trucks and drive a demo around,So one day I go back to my brothers store after he had just bought anew truck. I back up to truck hook it all up and turn on the falshers and all the lights .I go into the store and see the same girl at the front. I asked her if she remembered me and of course she says yes. I tell her that what I did and if she would tell my brother that some one is towing his truck away.I run back out my truck and hide. My brother comes running out of the store screaming and yelling taht he made his payments and not to touch his truck or else. Meanwhille all of the guys that works with are standing at door watching him running the yard. I jump out from behind my truck and laugh,He starts to chase me ariund the parking lot for ten minutes. The guys at the store still bug him about this ,finaaly a joke pulled on him. These guys were always afraic to try something on him because he would get even.

As a ten year old disking for a neighbor, a phesant was trying to get thru a fence that was crushed down, and I caught it. My brothers and sister would never believe that, so letting the phesant go was not a option.

As a child I assumed the game warden was watching me 24/7 with binoculars so I would not catch phesants.

A new neighbor had rented hay ground in the same basic field. I had never met the guy, but decided his gopher traps were indeed intended for a joke.

He checked his traps in the late afternoon, and there was a phesant's head caught in his under ground trap. He was indeed puzzled, but after questions to me, he decided that I was trying to hide a grin.

We have been playing practical jokes on each other for the last fifty years.

I stopped to buy gas and at the kwik stop they had toy rats that looked REAL so I bought one and then stopped by a friends place he was doin something in the house and he said to me go open up the shop we can go and hang out and have a beer so while he was finishing up in the house i went into the shop and took the rat and put it on a shelf so the head was just sticking out from behind some stuff so he made his way out after a bit and i kind of squint over at the shelf and ask him what that was in the corner well he saw the rat and got all riled up grabbed his .22 and was just about to blast it well i had to stop him beforehe put a hole in the wall wonder how he is gonna retaliate

My son worked at a local lumber yard. One of the delivery guys backed over a customers mailbox, breaking off the post and flattening the box like a pancake. He returned to the yard, grumbling, picked up a new box, post, and a set of diggers, threw the old box and post in the dumpster, and went out to replace the customer's box. When he got back to the yard, he discovered the old flattened box and post set prominently in line along the highway with the rest of the mailboxes.

Working in construction, standing water holes were not part of the finished plan. Evaporation is not a drainage option. I always liked to make a little sign stating "Joes" pond - no fishing, swimming or frog gigging. Joe being the guy who set the drainage grade.

Paul

Where I worked at me factory job on the night shift. There was a security guard and was kind of goosy, he worked for the company also. One of his jobs was to make a round and punch a clock at different places to make sure he was making the rounds. One clock station was on one of the roof's A/C units. The roof was very dark he only had a flash light. One night I waited for him to punch his clock station. When he showded up I put my hand on his head. He freeked, the clock went one direction he went the other. Stan

Turning the relief tube outlets 180 into the airsteam on the old Beavers, Otters and CH34s provided a few laughs. Especially when the pax happened to be senior cols or generals.

While in High School I was part of the Janitor crew for the school. I was the guy that damp mopped and buffed the halls. Usually I was also the last to leave except the Supervisor. Supervisor would go around checking all rooms and locking them as he was leaving. He would also check rest rooms before shutting off the lights. I found some ladies shoes and jeans in the gym lockers and put the shoes on the floor and pants over the shoes as if there was some gal sitting on the toilet. Shut and locked the door to the stall crawled under. Went out in the hall and wondered around a bit just to see him go in and appoligize over and over again. I left the school without letting him know the situation. Next day found out that he had spend a long while waiting on this gal to come out. He had also made numerous attempts to assist and would asked if "she was o.k." "Did she need any help" "Was there a problem". laughed my ....off on that one.

During my Army days, I had a number of TDY"s to various posts for training before going overseas. Worst mess hall of all was at Ft. Belvoir, VA, where I had a 3 month demolitions course. We ate in the adjoining company"s mess, and those cooks could gag a maggot- worst mess hall ever. Night before their major annual inspection, I ran a water hose into their garbage dumpster, and by morning it was running over. Then the truck shows up to empty it, tipping it over into the truck...scum all over the road. The spoons were out in the road with mops, trying to clean it up before the CMMI. They never had a clue that a "sneaky pete" had done it.

Our granddad had a worthless dog he decided my uncle should take to the back of his place and shoot. My uncle was butchering a rabbit the next day so he penned the dog overnight and released him after appling rabbit blood to his head and ears. Well to granddad't amazement,not only did the dog survive the gunshot and return home,he recovered and appeared no worse off for the experience. Granddad stopped feeling sorry for the dog after he sucked a few more eggs and chased his plow horse. My uncle said there must be something supernatural about the dog and was having no part in shooting him again. Granddad loaded the dog and road with my uncle to town 35 miles away. He dumped the dog at the edge of town and said it served the city folk right for bringing thier cats and dogs out to the country. While granddad and uncle were picking up their supplies,my brother and I were returning home when we saw a familiar face at the side of the road. My brother stopped and hollared"Sot what the h*## are you doing way over here"? The dog hopped in back of the truck,rode home with us and hit the ground for home where he was waiting when his master returned. My uncle,brother and I kept our part of the secret until after granddad's passing. It is with elation I recall my brother's subtle grin when granddad told someone about "the invincible dog".

At the phone company our bathroom was a large all marble room. Every day when the 2nd shift came in old Harold would go to the bathroom and sit a spell. One day after Harold got settled in one of the guys tossed a cherry bomb inside that huge marble room. Sounded like a bomb. Harold's supervisor later said He didn't know what Harold was trying to say but he knew he better not laugh.

In the 1970s in my home town we had an extremely nosy jerk living there.

On day I observed him driving around in my pasture to no doubt see what the dirt work there was all about.

Stewed about it and thought about just letting him catch me driving around his property, but two wrongs don't make a right.

So in the stealth of night I planted a realty for sale sign beside his porch where it would be unobserved by him even if he used the front door which he rarely did.

For about a week the entire town was abuzz about where these folks were moving to, how much they would want for their house, etc.

It was only after someone finally called them to inquire about their asking price did they learn of the sign.

Their comment, why would someone do that to us?

To this day I have only told one other person that I did the dastardly deed. Turn about is fair play in my opinion.

I have always kind of rooted for the underdog, that said here is another-----

At work several employees always picked on Paul, almost unmerciful, but Jeff was the worst. He, his wife and friends even toilet papered Paul's house and did other somewhat mean spirited things.

One day I just happened to encounter two ladies carrying a pygmy goat into a business so I inquired about it. They were Jr. Chamber of Commerce members and were having a money raising project-----that of sending Goat A Grams.

A sender would pay and a goat would be delivered for the recipient to tend for one hour OR they could pay to send it on to someone else.

As the event day was on Jeff's day off I immediately signed up to send him a goat with the message, "Paybacks are hell!".

I later arranged with our supervisor to allow me to bring in cake to work for all employees. He would call Jeff over and present it to him not telling where it came from. I picked them up from the bakery early the next morning and delivered them before other employees arrived.

When Jeff and everyone was called to gather and Jeff saw the cake with the words "Paybacks are hell!" he had to tell the story to all. Well after his very red face regained color.

He started his story off with, "Yesterday Paul got me back good." To that Paul replied, "What are you talking about, I didn't do anything." and of course he hadn't which could plainly be seen.

Upon arrival of the goat hot under the collar Jeff sent it on to his wife at her work as she worked for the president of the JAYCEES and he was sure it had come from her. She, hot under the collar, returned the favor and sent it back to him. After a few phone calls they discovered neither were initially involved.

To this day both Paul and Jeff suspect that I sent the cake and goat but are unsure. The end result was that Jeff quit picking on Paul so it was money well spent.

So, before you do something to someone remember-- paybacks are hell.

I've sent the new guys to stores for a "long Stand". As soon as the guy was out of sight, I called stores and told them what was up.Poor kid stood there for 40 minutes waiting.

When ever somebody gets a new vehicle and brags about the fuel efficiency, carrying around the fuel receits etc. It's worth the price of fuel to pour two gallons in thier tank every week for a month.
A month later the proud new vehicle owner now suffers a sudden and unexplainable drop in mileage.
Many trips back to the dealer and heated conversations in person and over the phone. To the dealership service dept. Best irrate phone calls were the ones made from work while we listened.

Had a very aggravating neighbor he was always
calling somebody about our farm. Sheriff, DEC,
Soil consveration, etc. One night passed a
road kill possum and picked it up. Stuffed it
in his mail box(I know it is federal offense)
Harassment stopped.

Me and this guy were doing some work in the early hours of the morning at a funeral home. It had to be done when we wouldn't be interfering with the business so to speak and went on for a couple of weeks, just the two of us and the stiffs laid out in the viewing rooms, so we didn't waste anytime when we'd be around any of those rooms. Get in, turn the lights on, do the work, shut the lights off, get out of those rooms. Funeral homes are erie enough when there's a lot of people there, but when there's almost no one there, they are erie as all get out specially when you gotta do all of the turning the lighst on and off and stuff as you're walking around trying to find the light switches and stuff. So we've got the free run of the place to do our thing. My buddy's wandering around doing his thing, and now I'm down in the basement doing my thing and I get to a room where they've got caskets laid out on display and I'm working away. I hear my buddy calling me as he's coming down stairs, and the place is just huge, huge, huge. I know he's going to wander around looking for me, and believe it or not, and I'm going to go to the bad place for this, but I hopped in one and pulled the lid down, but didn't let it slam down because I don't know if them things lock shut when they get shut hard. I've got to tell you, them caskets look nice and soft and stuff where you're looking at them, but they aint really all that nice when you're in one and its shut, and that flowery smell is a bit much, but I didn't plan on being in there for long, just long enough though at about 4AM with my work buddy hollaring and looking for me...and I was, just long enough too. I could just see out enough to see him coming into the room and that's when I started moving around inside that casket, shaking it and stuff and askin, "Hello, where am I, can someone let me out of here". He dropped his tools and he was gone, and I'm glad I didn't get locked in that thing, cause he was gone, gone, gone screaming and hollaring all the way out of there. I ended up catching him out in the parking lot and he was out of his mind hysterical with me trying to calm him down asking what's the matter as though I didn't have a clue. Finally I gave him, "Hello, where am I, can someone let me out of here" a few times until he caught on.

Looking back on it, he really should've punched me, but he didn't. And I've gotta tell you, them caskets may look nice from the outside, but they really aint all the nice from the inside. I'm not looking to get back in one of them anytime soon, I'll guarantee you that.

Hey, I love a good joke like everyone else.

Mark

That's something I would not have done for any money. Have you ever read any Edgar Allen Poe?

Christopher

Best one I ever observed, from a distance, was one druggie high school kid, who figgered out that the "U. S. Government" black ball point pens have a little chrome band in the middle, that exactly fits, kinda like a hand press fit, you have to push moderately hard, the auxiliary lock hole in the school's combination lockers. Man, the maintenance man worked for about 4 hours, trying to open a locker, that was really already open, just the riser latch was blocked by a hollow sleeve, the same color as the chrome latch. The victim of this stunt was a vicious jock, who everybody hated, but picked on the druggie mercilessly- the authorities thought the jock had deliberately jammed the locker. In fact, the stunt that precipitated the "locker incident" was in AP biology, the jock had removed all the innards of a cat that was being dissected, and filled same with as much horse $h!t as would fit inside same, and somehow had the druggie blamed. The reason I know all this, is that my pen seems to be missing that little chrome band, I just don't know what happened to it!