Shortly after purchasing my S my wife and I went on a "spirited" club drive. We were cruising at 95 MPH when she started to freak out on me. After promising her never to drive like that again, my son and I went out the next weekend. We were cruising at about 70 MPH when I came up with the idea. I switched the speedometer over to metric and had my son take a picture with his cell phone. The display read 108. When we got home my son pulled my wife aside and showed her the picture. Needless to say she went ballistic on me. After screaming for a good 10 minutes on how dangerous it is to drive that fast and that if I would have been stopped I wouldn't be driving for a long time, we had to tell her. To this day she doesn't know if we were going that fast or if I did indeed switch to metric.

Another time I was just hired by a company for a sales position. This was back in 1974. One of my first trips was with the owner of the company. We were both around the same age. After working all day we went back to the hotel were we shared a room. He layed down on the bed to call his wife while I went into the bathroom and put on one of my wife's negligee's. I didn't stop there, I put on eyeliner, makeup, everything! When I walked out of the bathroom I turned to him and said "I'm ready for bed sweety", he looked at me and said "I don't know whether to get under the covers or jump out the damn window. I stayed with that company for thirteen more years.

I love practical jokes, now tell us your stories!

 

This boarders more on revenge than a "practical joke", but given the circumstances it was the "practical" way of teaching him a lesson.

When I was going through "Basic Training" (after being drafted into the Army) at Fort Dix, NJ we went on a "forced march" for several hours which included quite a bit of time chest deep in the swamps of NJ. When we returned to the barracks each squad in the platoon was allotted time to do laundry. Because of the mud and slim, one was supposed to pre-rinse the laundry in the slop sink before putting it in the washing machine. One guy in my squad ignored this step, as it was getting late and he was tired. As a result, the chap behind him in line wound up with mud red underwear. The next opportunity to do laundry was a week away, so he just had to live with them.

When the next laundry night rolled around the other eleven men in my squad decided to "teach the offender a lesson". After the offender had placed his skives in the washer and left the laundry room we all went to the vending machine and each bought a pack of starch and proceeded to add all eleven packs of starch to his load of boxers and t-shirts. Needless to say, over the next week he was one uncomfortable dude in the heat and humidity of Fort Dix in August. By the end of the first day, he was walking like a bowed leg cowboy

 

This is pretty minor in the practical joke department but my husband, Andy, and I are doing this now. I came across a palm sized stuffed animal in some blankets recently, so Monday I stuffed it deep into Andy's pocket on the Levi shorts he would be putting on when he left for work at 3:30 AM. When I went to the gym yesterday, the was stuffed into the toe of my running shoe in my gym bag. So this morning, he found the stuffed in the pocket of his sweatshirt he wears when he leaves for work. Then this afternoon, I moved my S2000 to wash and wax it, and the was in the headrest of my car. It's now 10 PM and I have to find it a home for the night to greet Andy in tomorrow.

We did the same thing with a rubber snake, a few years ago.

 

Try replacing someones mouse with a river rock (the look one their face when they grab it is priceless)..... cut up rubber bands and put it in their saimin......put tape on someones glasses when they pass out at a party....place an open envelope with confetti on someone's sun visor (arranged so the open side is down when they lower the visor)....replace an Oregon Beavers fans windows startup sound with Duck quacks (especially good if they're not too good with computers...)

 

At the next car meet, wire someone horn relay to the brake light switch.


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Hoping not to offend anyone here, (if so I'll edit) but this was a bit of a practical joke played on us by a friend. We thought neighborhood kids had messed with our Christmas light display until a friend confessed. We got a good laugh out of this.

 

When my husband was a twenty-something party animal, the guy who passed out at a party would wake up to find his fingernails painted.

 

Hey Kyras,
My boys had a similiar game going on with a stupid little toy. I won when I put it in a plastic cool whip container and floated it in the toilet bowl. When my one son lifted the lid all I heard was the scream. Try it!

 

Years ago while out riding dirt bikes with some friends, one of guys had to make a pit stop. After he walked off the trail to find a tree to water. Two of us went into "action". As I removed the rubber valve stem cap from his rear tire, my other buddy took the screwdriver out of his tool bag. We inserted the valve stem cap into his spark plug wire on his single cylinder KX-250 and re-seated it on the spark plug. After the break, we watched in amusement as he jumped up and down on the kick started trying to start his bike. After he had gotten fairly winded from the process, we fessed up.

That set off a chain of escalating pay backs that went on for quite some time............................. more to follow in this series.

 

Awesome suggestion!! I will do it as soon as I have it back in my possession. Thank You, Jumpy Guy!