Good pranks you've played...

I've never really done a good big one. How about you?

They pulled this one on my 5 year old brother:

"Hey Caution's brother! We got you a pet! It's upstairs under your bed."

Caution's brother thinking he has a new puppy or kitten runs upstairs like a bat out of hell and pokes his head under his bed and promptly runs screaming downstairs

Caution goes upstairs and looks under the bed to see a live lobster! This is a creature caution's brother had never seen before.

Caution's brother to this day refuses to eat lobster.

That's pretty good.

Your parents must be great!

When I was about four years old (I only very vaguely remember this) an uncle of mine sent, as a Christmas present, a rubber lobster to my dad. I remember my dad opening it in the kitchen, and that, by the way it had been wrapped I, for some reason, thought it was a salami (and I really liked salami :) ). So I was really excited. But, then he pulled out the rubber lobster, which I thought was REAL, and chased me around the house with it, while I screamed, for about 10 minutes. I was absolutely terrified.
I, too, refuse to eat lobster.
I can only imagine how horrible it was with a real lobster.

My folks wanted to move some bulky piece of furniture out of the attic and decided that the simplest way would be to push it out the window. Instead of saying, "Hey kids, stay off the lawn, we're pushing the chair out the window," they gathered us kids together and announced with great pomp that on Saturday next we were going to have a defenestration. "Yay!" we all a cheered. "A defenestration!" Then: "What's a defenestration?" I bugged my mom about it for a week and she just silently pointed at the OED.

Of course on Saturday next we had a ceremonial defenestration, and a good time was had by all.

A friend of mine ordered a 25-lb sack of whole wheat flour through my health food co-op. I used to live in that apartment and still had the keys, so I let myself in with the sack of flour and swapped out his pillow for it. He had a rude shock when he went to bed that night. "Thunk!"

My Mom always made me look up shit in the dictionary too. Used to piss me off. Maybe that's why dictionary.com is my home page :)

and kept having the previous workers things put on my disk, pink high heel pumps, nasty bunson burners, junk, etc. by the prime jokster in the office.

Well one day I got him back. It doesn't sound like much but I put the pink pumps on top of his desk before he came in. Evidently that day he had a meeting with a client. Well, you had to be there because he had to explain the presence of those pink shoes to the client.

This is one of those "you had to be there". We laughed about that one for months afterward.

Another joke I played on a guy at work who used to use the cardfile application in Windows to keep all his favorite restaurants. The U.S. Government has a thing about personal information on their computers and had been sending warnings about that. Now this guy was so paranoid he locked his computer up. Of course, being the systems administrator I had cpu keys to fit all the cpus in the office. Well I got on his computer while he was out one day and renamed his cardfile.exe and created a Visual Basic Program and called it cardfile.exe. It came up and beeped and demanded he report himself to the Administrator's office.

He was a good sport about it though. That's another, "you had to be there". The most fun I've ever had with Visual Basic.

Of course I gave him back his cardfile.exe.

...to his dorm room mate.

Somehow he rewired the guy's clock radio and ran the wires around the room to his own side. He made it so he could touch to wires together and the radio alarm would go off.

For two nights in a row he would touch the wires together, setting off his room mates alarm and confusing the hell out of him.

Finally, the guy unplugged his clock radio.

The next night, my friend plugged it back in but put a piece of black tape over the lights so it still appeared to be plugged in.

Well, middle of the night, he touched to two wires together again.

His room mate jumped up saying "God damnit, I unplugged that son of bitch!"

When he picked up the radio, only then did he notice the long wires going across the room.

I like it!

I had been at my agency as a summer intern and then came back a year later full time. They had me going for weeks about whether or not I had to go back through new employee orientation. I couldn't get a straight answer. I didn't want to do it again 'cause it's boring. One person would tell me I had to and then another would say I didn't.

Finally I complained to my boss (who was in on it) and she said to get the person in charge of NEO in Human Resources to e-mail me the relevant policy that said I had to go back through NEO. I asked. She said she'd email it. I get back to my cubicle and I have a new mail. It has an attachment. I open it. And it's a huge graphic of a bomb with the word "GOTCHA" is huge letters.

The best part was what happened when I went to the HR person's desk to give her a hard time about it. She turned on her co-conspirators without much needling at all. I mean she gave them up. :-) It was hilarious.

To get even with her I left very realistic fake bugs hidden in little corners of her office. Every so often you'd hear her holler and then yell my name from across the hall as she found new ones.

To get even with her main accomplice in my office we filled her cubcile about 4 feet deep with balloons on her next birthday.

that said 'Loan Shark', and put it on her desk with a plastic shark.

and I told him he had to fish it out. So as he's struggling with it I turnbed on the blender, which was real loud. Scared the living shit out of him.

hahahaa

Along similar lines, I sat on the couch with the VCR remote control, pretending to read a book while pressing "eject" every time my roommate put in a tape.

It went on for the longest time. He was screaming at the VCR, "Damn you! Take it! Take it!!!"

:)

:evilgrin:

A cue ball loaded off-center so it wobbles?

I slipped one in on a Pool Tournament once. The people playing couldn't figure it out and walked out halfway through the Tournament.

The owner of the bar was a total "ex-cop" Freeper jerk and moaned about losing all that money until he sold the bar.

and I sent sappy letters to people from their “ex’s” professing love. All the letters were in the same handwriting and were sent to members of his fraternity at the frat house where the victims lived. In retrospect it was sort of sick, but we honestly thought they would all figure it out at the same time, the letters themselves were pretty obvious and weren’t in the former girlfriends’ handwriting. Who knew that the boys would pick up their mail at different times and not notice the identical letters? It got pretty bad, boys sent flowers to girls who hated them, and calls were made, fights started and fingers pointed. We didn’t fess up in all that mess.

Well we told the story to the minister in our premarital counseling and he thought it was a hoot, I guess we neglected to tell him that we never came clean. So in his sermon at our wedding he uses that story as an example of something, God knows what. Our victims were all there, I guess what comes around goes around.

After my partner and I returned from our first Hawaiian Honeymoon... and after unpacking and re-settling in... we checked our email.

Mike was a bit surprised to read an email from someone claiming to be my "secret boyfriend" and confessing that we had been seeing each other on the side. My "boyfriend" went into graphic detail about what we did in bed and that we were having unprotected sex. It went on and on and on.

Examining the header information we were able to determine EXACTLY who it was based on their ISP, and the the fact that I had received other normal email from them previously. And... the fact that I've only ever received mail from ONE person in Elizabeth City, NC pretty much cinched it.

In any case... my partner read it and LAUGHED out loud because my secret boyfriend went into TOO much detail which conflicted with our trip to Hawaii. --- Apparently I had spirited myself away to the boyfriends house during BOTH weekends of our vacation. Quite a feat!

-- Allen

It was a rotten thing to do but we were 17 and 18 at the time so we thought it would be funny. Who knows why.

too innocent to realize just how wicked they are.

First off City Workers are totally funy guys.

Once we were working in a wooded area, it was summer so bears are everywhere. My buddy knew how freaked I am of bears. So, I was down this little path working alone and I hear a rustle in the bushes. Then I hear someone yell, "Look out there's a bear."
I ran like hell half knowing it was a joke but not taking any chances. The funny part is my buddy yelled that with the plan to come running around the corner to freak me...but between the time he yelled it and ran around the corner...I was long gone!

They used to also always throw roadkill in your cab, or turn the stereo on your truck to full blast....hide your equipment. All that stuff.

i brought along a nut and bolt, knowing my girlfriend was scared of rollercoasters. i waited until we were going up up up that first big hill then reached down towards the floor of the car with a 'what's this?' and 'found' the nut and bolt. Egads! she was really truly white knuckle scared and very upset the whole ride thinking we were going to die. oy. not very nice of me! she married someone else.

I gotta remember that one

I am only halfway down this page, but man you got some doctor evil in you like me becaue THAT IS PRICELESS!

I might even use it on my 6 year old son when he's old enough to hit the coasters!

Family are the only people who could POSSIBLY forgive you for something that diabolical!
(I'd be too afraid that I would give someone older heart failure.)
(Actually, I think will wait on that until he is almost "bored" with them so as not to scare him away from them.)

One year, my neice received one of those pull string toys for recognizing animal sounds such as pig, cow, monkey etc. So I borrowed it, called some of my friends when they weren't home and left these silly animal noises on their answering machines, "Monkey says oooo, oooo, eeee, eeeee, ahhhh, ahhhh!" Of course, they knew it was me.
I've also done the shaving cream in the tips of shoes and many other silly pranks.

I was meeting some people for cocktails on the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving. My wife decided to stay home.

I got there first, so I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. An attractive woman came in and sat down next to me. We started to chat. We mostly discussed was was on the menu for T-Day Dinner, just small talk.

When the people I was meeting with (mostly work acquaintences) came in they saw me sitting at the bar but took a booth in the back and started spying on me. Guess they thought that they would catch me doin' something I shouldn't oughtta be doing. (This was in Texas, mind you.)

I turned around and located my "friends" and went over to their booth. They were relentless in the amount of crap they were giving me, for no good reason. Especially this one girl, let's call her Mary.

Anyway, when it came time for me to leave, I stopped by the bar to say good-bye to the woman I had been chatting with (it was on the way out) and she asked if I could walk her to her car, since she was alone. So I did. She got in her car, drove away, and I never saw her again.

The next morning I was telling my wife about my evening and we got the idea to call Mary, the who was giving me so much crap the night before. My wife had a rough idea of who was in attendence.

So....my wife calls and says to Mary, "Have you seen Robert? I know he went out with you guys last night, but he's not home yet. I've got the turkey in the oven and all this food to cook, but he never came home last night. The kids are wondering where their Dad is...."

We really had Mary going. She was muttering and making up excuses and didn't know what to say. We finally called back after an hour and fessed up to our prank. It really pissed-off Mary and her husband (who was also there). But it served them right.

Got a stack of brand new dollar bills at the bank. Took them to his printer friend and had him back them with a piece of cardboard and glue one end, like a notepad. Then he went around the little town buying stuff and whipping out his $1 notepad and tearing off a few. "Here, I just had these printed up this morning."
He got some strange looks.

Like from the Treasury agents just before they slapped on the cuffs?

They might even have been able to charge him with something like defacing or tampering with currency.

And, yeah, it's funny. Glad he got away with it.

She was about 12. We had two phone lines, and could conference them. So, she called HSN on both lines, and when the operators came on and got confused talking to each other, she'd pretend to be an operator herself, and managed to convince the other two that there was something wrong with the phones.
She enlisted all of her friends with two lines or three-way calling to do the same.

They finally declared victory when the HSN host said, "We're having technical difficulties, please keep trying."

Needless to say, my 15-year-old self was damn impressed.

Caller ID did not exist then. Gads, she'd probably be prosecuted under the Patriot Act or something if she did that, now. Thank goodness for statutes of limitations.

That IS impressive.

When I was in seventh grade, there was a frequent substitute teacher, whom I will refer to as Mrs. Barnum, although that was not her real name, and she was universally hated because she always walked into the classroom looking as if she was just waiting for an excuse to bite someone's head off. No offense was too trivial to set her off.

So that April 1, I arrived at school a little early, put my stuff away, and walked towards my first hour class, English. I got to the doorway, stopped as if shocked, and ran back to the locker area, where a bunch of classmates were standing around talking.

"You guys!" I said in a stage whisper. "We've got Barnum for English!"

They all groaned and moaned, and a couple of them started talking about skipping first hour. They even told some newly arrived classmates the "bad news."

The warning bell rang, and so we all trudged off to class, with everyone except me expecting to be chewed out for cutting our arrival time too close.

Of course, our regular English teacher was seated at his desk as always.

April Fool!

Attached a cheap platic whistle to end of friends tail pipe with radiator tape.

Took him hours to find where the whistling was coming from when he drove.

I put bolts and nuts in a friend's hubcaps. They made a helluva racket and he went totally crazy trying to find the cause. He loved that car-which was why I did it in the first place- a 68 Mustang. He was the only guy I knew in HS with a new car. It was funny as hell and went on for two weeks. I never confessed to it but I did give him hints that led him to find the nuts and bolts. He never figured out I did it.

I once masqueraded as Jewish for over a year. I wanted to see what the reaction of others would be. I wore a Star of David, and carried a Hebrew prayer book around with me. When eating with others, I would avoid pork products, and ask for kosher.

The reactions were both negative and positive. When a guy I barely knew asked to borrow some money, and I refused, he yelled "JEW!" at me. Ugh.

OTOH, I got laid a few times by girls who had "always wanted to have sex with a Jewish guy!" It helped that I'm circumcised. As fun as that was, I'm a little ashamed that I took advantage of people's trust like that.

The catch is that I'm black. I'm a guy that wears earrings. The earrings I wear the most are these little turtles that, from a distance, look like little Stars of David. One night not long after the Jewish New Year I'm in a bar that I usually go to and this guy, Ben, whom I'd met only once before says "Happy New Year". I thought he was just trying to be funny but I started talking to him, trying to remember what year it is according to the Jewish calendar. A few nights later my friend Chris asks me, "Are you Jewish?" I say, "No.Why?" He tells me that Ben apparently thought my turtle earring were little Stars of David and said that I seemed terribly "interested" in the Jewish calendar. I decided that I'd tell Ben that I was an Ethiopian Jew and see how long I could keep up the ruse. Unfortunately, my friend Chris spilled the beans before I saw Ben again. Dammit.

When I worked for a ministry...

The station manager (a level-headed fellow) started to congratulate me and all that good stuff when I said "April Fool"...

I think he laughed harder than I did. The bible burn-outs were pissed.

We were a bunch of teenagers in Mexico for the summer. Kids in the town would catch scorpions and tear the stingers off. One of us gringoes was asleep, shirtless. We sprayed shaving cream in his hands and then put a (stingerless) scorpion (a fairly-big one) on his chest. He awoke quickly and started swatting at the thing walking on his stomach. We all got a big laugh -- like the cruel idiots we were. He laughed, too -- but I suspect at the thoughts he was having of revenge.

me under the table. He drank straight whiskey, I drank apple juice out of a scotch bottle. Really freaked him when I finished off glass after glass with no visible result. He eventually passed out and I went to a bar...

My brothers adn I pulled on our cousin's macho husband from Equador. It was Christmas dinner. My dad brought this 99% alcahol from Poland called spiritus. Pure death. So my brothers pour shots of schnapps for ourselves (very low alc content but looks exactly like the spiritus) and a shot of this spirtus for my cousin's husband. We invite him into the kitchen to have a shot with us. Ours go down smoothly and he practically pukeed his up it was so strong). After he got out of the bathroom we had our classes refilled and asked him if he wanted to do another shooter. He looked at us in awe and said, "You guys are animals." We never told him what we did.

I was interning at a large bank in college. One of my computer duties was ordering, receiving, building, installing hardware and software. So I got LOTS of boxes with LOTS of packing peanuts. I saved them in an extra storeroom for months and months. The senior person in my department, a gentleman whon I am still very good friends with today, 15 years later, sat one cubicle over.

On my last day, after everyone had left to go to the bar for MY party, I went back in and filled his cubicle to desktop level with packing peanuts, using a cardboard sheet to make a door.

Not only did he have to wade thru 3 feet of them to get to his desk, but AFTER he had cleaned it all up (I saved the empty boxes for him, I'm not that mean) and began working he discovered the desk drawers were full too. Then he cleaned that up.

and then he reached up to open the overhead cubicle cabinets and peanuts poured down on his desk and head.

He had a few kind words for me...

Once we had a friend who was very into his clothes. He was the epitome of preppy. His shirts and socks always matched and every stitch of clothing he owned had a little designer logo on it. The guy lived for his clothes.

One day we had his roomate leave a window open and we snuck into their apartment. We took every stitch od cloth our friend owned. We took his shirts, pants, shorts, underwear, sheets, etc. If it had cloth in it we took it.

We hid all of his clothes at a friend of mine's house and didn't give it back for two weeks. It was hilarious to see our friend having to borrow people's clothes to be dressed for school. He would show up in rumbled shirts and old shorts looking like a beggar. It was quite a change for Mr. Polo shirts and one that he needed. I have never seen someone as pissed as when we told him where to find his clothes.

One guy was responsible and had a real job. Two of us worked for the US Census Bureau and made our own hours. (1988)

One night we were up drinking and carrying on until all hours of the night. While Scott set his alarm for 7am. We went around and moved the clocks up two hours, stove, wall clocks. all of our wristwatches, even scott's while he slept.

At five we all pretended to be sound asleep while Scott got up for work. He had to be at the local Marina to drive a launch all day. He made his morning coffee and mr. Coffee dutifully told him it was 7:07am.

He remarked under his breath "wow it sure is a little dark this morning"

and walked out to his truck. Two years later he told us he saw the clock in his truck but was so mad he went on a long morning drive to not give us the satisfaction.

He still talks about that one. Somewhat fondly, he has never had a chance to pay us back for that.

Some friends on mine bought a new house last spring. The house has a pool, so for their moving in party / open house, they decided to have a pool party. After sunset everyone was well on their way to inebriation and the fireworks (literally) started to come out. There was a brick of bumble-bee (spin around real fast, maybe lift off the ground then BANG!) type fireworks making the rounds and an unopened brick of the same on a patio table. Once the novelty wore off both, bricks were sitting side by side on the dimly, citronella candle, lit patio table. While I conversed with everyone, I tore some of the paper packaging off of the opened brick and held on to it with my right hand. I then picked up the unopened brick of fireworks and held on to it with my left hand. As we continued to talk I nonchalantly lit the packaging in my right hand on fire using the citronella candle. As soon as the paper was lit I held it up to about eye level and yelled “OH MY GOD, THE WHOLE THING’S LIT” then with my left hand I threw the unopened brick of fireworks on to the table about a foot away from one of the hosts. I swear she just about knocked over the whole table and fell into the pool trying to get away. About half of the people at the table thought it was the funniest thing ever (Including her husband). The other half… not so good. My wife was adamant that I give a full apology, but I never did. I've known both hosts for most of my lfe, so it blew over pretty quickly. I laugh out loud every time I think about it.

Jay

Several years ago, my roommate and I went out to dinner on December 23rd. We decided to dine at the local Red Lobster which was totally swamped. As tables in our section left, I noticed that ppl either weren't tipping much or not at all. Our waitress was running her but off to keep up and told us that someone had called in sick which placed extra work on those who were there. After paying for our check, we were deciding on how much to leave our waitress. We decided to leave a large tip but all the bills were hidden under the plates. so when this unfortunate waitress went to the table it look as though we hadn't left a tip but as she cleared the plates she discovered five bills under all of them. I think our bill was about fifty bucks and we tipped her thirty.
She ran after us as we were leaving and hugged us!

That one brought tears to my eyes! :-)

1) Done to me

When I first went to work for a company that managed (rich) people's investment portfolios, my first assignment was "Go to Bond dept and get the "securities cart", and bring it here. So off I go.

I find out where the Bond dept is, go there and ask for the securities cart. "John just took it down to Equities. Try there". So off I go.

I find out where Equities is, I go there and I ask for the securities cart. "I haven't seen it. Have you tried Customer Service?"

Eventually, I figured out that "securities cart" was defined as a "please kick me" sign.

2) I did this to a friend

I was working for a small software development company, and I got a freind of mine a job there. I wrote a program that ran in the background of our PDP-11 so that it would be hard to detect. Basically, the program waited 10 minutes after starting, and then started messing with the communications settings of the designated user. One of the things it would change is the amt of time it took before the letters you typed in were shown on the monitor.

So just before I'd go to lunch, I'd start the program up, and enter my freinds name in it. When I got back from lunch, the office had terminals and cables all over. My freind explained what had happened, and in trying to diagnose the problem, he figured he'd swap parts out (ie. cable, monitor, port, etc) until he figured out what was broken. Just one problem

When he logged off of one connection, the program realized it and reset the setting back to normal, and when he logged into a new connection, the program would detect that and set his settings to slow again. He'd get about 2-3 minutes where it would work, and then it would slow down again.

It's twenty years later, and he still doesn't know about this.

one year (before she became a jehovah Witness) I bought her a blender, and went to her house to give it to her. She wasn't home, but her door was wide open. I figured she was visiting her neighbors, so I went in, unwrapped the blender, set it up on the kitchen counter like it had been there all along, plugged it in, and left.

A while later, she calls me on the phone, asking about the blender, and I played dumb. I told her "Hmmm - I thought that story about the blender fairy was just a local urban legend" and stuff like that.
I finally admitted to putting the blender in her kitchen, before she could get too freaked out about it.

we used to go to Myrthl Beach with some relatives every summer. One day an uncle ticked me off. Next day, there was a fish eye-ball at the bottom of his oatmeal bowl

The worst I ever saw, I swear I had nothing to do with it concerned a janitor at a steel mill I was working in. I gotta tell you steel workers are rough. Anyway, the metallurgical laboratory had a dark room in it. After lunch, this fellow would sneak in for a nap till quiting time. some of his co-workers got tee'd at him and locked the door. No one let him out till the next morning. Go figure.

I thought that was pretty bad, but this same fellow once made me so mad, I chased him around the lab with a broken tensile test. I woulda killed him if I had caught him, so I'm glad I didn't. but it made me brood. A couple of days later, I moseyed over to his lunch bag and took out his food. Two sandwiches. I slated one down and put them back. I'm not so mean I ould let him go hungry. come lunch time, I moseyed in to watch. He took one bite,spit it out, threw both sandwiches in the grabage and stormed into the office, called his wife, and blessed the poor woman out. I almmost strangled keeping myself from laughing. I really felt bad about his wife, although later I found out she gave as good as she got. He did, too, when he found out who had done it. Him and me, we kept it up 9 years, almost.

Steel workers are tough.

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my brother and I would go through the phone book around 9-11 at night and find numbers for women named Irene. When they answered, we'd play "Goodnight Irene" from an old 78rpm record that my parents had.

They always laughed...One lady even thanked us for making her feel special on an otherwise rotten day.

it's goodnatured, too.

When I worked as a lab manager at a college, I had a student aide named Rich who used to openly brag how he could cheat during exams, using crub notes scribbed on his forearm, etchings on pencils, textbooks hidden in the bathroom wastecan, etc., and how he was "pals" with certain administrators. Dave, a friend of his, wanted to play a practical joke on him, and he typed up a fake memo from a college administrator accusing Rich of cheating. I looked at the memo and I said, "That won't fool anybody. You have to make it sound more authentic and bureaucratic." I re-wrote the memo for Dave, and when he gave it to Rich, we were both surprised that Rich panicked and ran off to confront the administrators. Dave and I almost died laughing.

But in the '70's when the energy crunch first hit, I was a Telephone Installer/Repairman and had to drill holes in their home to run the wire.

If the Customer treated me like an equal human being, I would use a drill bit barely larger than the diameter of the wire and get the ladder off my truck to silicone the hole two or three stories up. If they resented or complained about my presence, I always used a drill bit three times greater than the diameter of the wire, forgot about the silicone and stretched the wire so that the wire would collect water and run inside the walls.

I don't know if it helped, but I noticed one house sold at well under cost and was under rennovation seven years after a MBA prick complained about about the time I showed up and spent drilling 50+ holes for inside wiring at his direction in an 1830's Federal House.

He was a KFC prick with about a fiftheenth of the US resturanats under his "wing" and couldn't concieve of anyone besting "him" in any way...this from a grandson of a guy that beat up Harlan Sanders because he wouldn't pay my Aunts for chickens delivered to his business during the Depression or fired somebody "just" because he and Claudia were having a fight that night (Harlan was married at the time.)

...it was pretty genius. They told me there was this guy named "Santa Clause" and that if I was good the whole year, he'd bring me some nice presents for Christmas (yeah I can't believe I fell for it).

I scared my brother and a friend. In our town was a recently vacated house - condemned, I think. It was really falling apart - maybe 100 years old, unpainted, holes in the floors. Yet, when the people moved out, it looked like they left most of their stuff. Beds and sheets were there, piles of junk, curtains on the windows, etc. To us kids it looked like a real spooky place. We would go there and poke around sometimes. It was fun! One day my brother and our friend wanted to go there, but I told them I didn't feel like it and that they should go without me. They tried to talk me into it but I wouldn't go. I wanted to stay home. Then, as soon as they were out of sight, I ran there as fast as I could, taking a different route. I got there first and went upstairs to a bedroom and put a sheet over me like a ghost and waited for them to come upstairs, and catch my breath. After a while it was obvious they weren't coming up, so I decided to go to them. I had poked the smallest hole in it so I could see. Then I tried to act like I was floating as I slowly went down the old creaky stairs. Ha ha!

What I saw was the asses and feet of those two as they each dove out an open window. I found them standing away from the house looking back at it just a little scared. I thought it was much funnier than they did.

Oh, hundreds... It's my brothers' fault, they started it.

Let's see:

• Rigged the P/A system at prep school to supercede the morning announcements with our own perverse agenda.
  
• Filled the Headmaster's office with packing peanuts, then closed the door.
  
• Roped off the site-lines, then held a kegger on the roof of the school.
  
• Stole into a boys dorm room where several friends lived, took all of their jeans and basted the hems of their all jeans up 3 inches.
  
• One of the men I used to work with regularly spread panic amoung the peasants about layoffs and firings. When he went on vacation I removed all the personal belongings from his cubicle, hung a lady's sweater on the back of his chair, put some personal photos, a pair of glasses and some strange work documents on his desk and pinned a note to the cube wall that said, "(Name), -See me regarding workload changes."
  
• Shortened all of my brothers pants and shirts by an inch, adjusted the seat in his car, and drafted a couple of work-buddies of his into asking him if he was getting taller.
  

There's more, but I think it advisable not to speak publicly or on the record about a few of them, and honestly, they don't all come to mind at once. I'm sure as I post this, I'll think of a few more I may have pulled off.

Walking in my local Target, I passed a rack of shirts that were so darn identical to a real FBI shirt, that it stopped me right on the spot and I bought one for kicks (making DARN sure I kept the reciept).

That evening, a news snippet passed about a (new) T-shirt company who was asked by the FBI to stop selling their "new" FBI shirts at Target.

The next morning I was back at the store to buy 2 more before the employees could finish emptying the rack (and they were starting to pull them too).

Needless to say, I have been given free food and drinks by paranoid businesses and I have had cops hit the lights on me on at least 4 occassions while riding my hog only to see them get within 20 yards and see them break off the chase.
I can walk into a club, a fair park, or ANY crowd and people part like the red sea just from seeing the shirt.
Nobody even REMOTELY tries to pick up "your" girl either.

It is almost surreal the amount of fun I am having without ever saying a word to ANYBODY about "being employed by the FBI".

If anybody DOES ask me, I tell them I got my shirt at Target "off the rack" and I whip out my recipt (always in wallet) to prove it (just in case I am being "entrapped").

I do not wear these 3 shirts very often, (but WOW is America "indoctrinated" to worship and fear those 3 silly letters)!

Apparently though, "Membership has it's priveledges", eh?

I have FAR better (and funnier) pranks concerning one or two victims, but I am talking about affecting a whole SEA of people here which I feel is FAR more powerful all in all.

I told my gaming group they would all lose their free accounts to our on-line games ( I used to run one for Sony). The response was hilarious. They were having heart attacks. I guess you woulda had to be there.