Tell us your pranks .

I could never do a prank on someone , unless they was so *******ed and asleep that they wouldnt feel the sissors cutting off half an eye brow and half a tache , then steal their car keys and hide their car in a friends garage for a week, it wouldnt be right.But when your young well ........................................................ we had to laugh ;D

 

Your post just reminded me that we 'stole' a musician once ...

 

Swing the lamps, im coming in....After a good night on the town in Portsmouth, a couple of the lads came back on board a little wobbly, and as i caught the brunt having the middle(12-04am) watch, revenge would be sweet, so with the help of a few shipmates we covered all the mirrors up in the mess, and then started to draw on the one guys face with marker pen. Then as turn too (time for work for you land lubbers) was at 08:00, we gave him a shake at 1 minute too, leaving him no time to get a shower, but report for duty immediatly, and get washed up after he had clocked in. Needles to say, there was a large amount of people in the weapons workshop waiting for him to turn up and report to the inspecting officer, laugh?.....i laughed untill i stopped. Just like to thank the tax paying people of the early 80's for a good time serving queen and country

 

Having drunk too much at an early Vanfest I woke in the morning feeling rough as and dry as a chip. The Mrs made me a coffee, after drinking it I felt sick, to avoid messing me van up I managed to fill the coffee mug back up and Mrs P's as well. I climbed out of the van to chuck them both but noticed it looked a bit like a brown warm beverage but with melted butter on top. Noticing me mate was still in his split with some bird he met the night before I flicked the "butter" off the top , knocked on the door and when it opened I said "Coffee" and handed them in.
Later when he emerged he gave me the mugs back. He asked me if me fridge was OK as the milk must be off as the coffee tasted a bit like cheese.

PS he is now married to said bird.

 

Do you fill our drinks machine at work???

 

Not really a prank more like revenge, a guy owed me money many years ago, one thing I did was to turn off his stop cock & fill it with postcrete at 11PM. not sure what happened next but you can picture it lol.

 

That is real hardcore

 

When i worked at Lucas in the 80's/90's we used to often squirt each other with fire extingushers/hoses etc but one of the great pranks was to wait until someone went into the "trap" to drop the kids off at the pool and then ambush them with a load of water over the top etc, eventually we got in trouble for setting off extinguishers so took to using the old fairy liquid bottles we had that we used to use to damp the floor down in the workspace when brushing up, one day a "mate" had been a real git getting anyone and everyone who entered the trap during the day and he had gone a bit far, a plan was formed and we all kept a lookout for him going in because he used to time it for the ten minute break between finishing at 4.30 and the start of the 2 hour overtime until 6.30 as most of us went home and he did a lot of overtime, we all got our bags and queued to clock out making as much noise as possible to assure him we were off home, the ruse worked well and in the scrum of clocking out people he sloped off to the traps...... the fairy liquid bottles had been stored safely by the brushes and here is where the plan "deviated" from the idea we had to soak him.... i had sloped off to the print shop earlier in the day to liberate a litre of printer ink and it somehow found it's way into one of the fairy bottles....... now here is the defence, i didn't actually tell any of the other lads which bottle had been doctored so that just like a firing squad where the assasin gets the baddie none of us would know who fired the fatal shot.......with a CHARGEEEEEEEEEEEE! we grabbed a bottle each and ran into the bogs firing wildly over the top - screams and cries came from below as we all ran out crying with laughter..... minutes passed and no sign so we slowly creeped back to the bogs to discover our mate covered in ink stood in his skiddies scrubbing himself with cries of "it won't come off you're all dead"! then the gravity of the situation hit us, the walls and floor was covered in ink as well and it looked like a job that was gonna keep the cleaners busy for a while...so we decided that the best plan of action was to leave our mate to it and go home, unfortunately he decided to leave it too and also after unsuccesfully scrubbing his face etc for the next few minutes decided it was futile and he would shower at home, unfortunately on the way out the security saw him and he spilled the beans - i guess he was a tad fed up and decided revenge was on the cards, the trouble was security then examined the bogs and from that point on there was going to be trouble.... the next day our mate came in to work and was still a shade of blotchy blue and he was summonsed to the foremans office closely followed by all of us involved, we all got written warnings and the usual threats but at our age we didn't care much such was the carefree attitiude, luckily for me none of the others knew who had swapped the ink so we all got mutual blame however the print room became off limits to all which annoyed my mate Gary a lot as he used to go in and do his disco business cards on the sly so naturally he was main suspect, we never did the water over the bogs again after this but i'm sure any of you who worked in warehousing/factories in the 80/90's when risk assesments and health and saftey was for pussies will know i could tell many a story of worse but not on a public forum!