Anyone here played a practical joke....

....or been a victim of one?

Just wanted to start a fun thread....I thought of this today after playing one on my husband last night.

We have a cordless phone system that has a mate in our upstairs bedroom. The base unit is mounted on the wall in the kitchen. Well, last night I switched the base unit's handset #1 with the handset #2 that stays in our bedroom. I go upstairs and go through the menu on handset #1 to where you can set the ring tones. The way it's set up with handset #1, everytime you pick a ringtone on that phone, it'll play it through the base unit. I scrolled through and started playing the ring tones, all seven of them, one by one. Each time it'll demonstrate on the base unit for about five seconds for each tone. I started doing this and then heard my husband say 'what the hell?' As I kept doing this, he was going absolutely nuts! He started unplugging the unit from the wall. I'd check to see when he'd plug it back in and do it again! He'd turn the ringer off for a while, turn it back on. He then went outside and checked all the phone wires (as we had had a storm a few nights before) - couldn't find anything! He'd unplug it again - I'd do it again when he'd plug it back in! By

wrong with this phone?!' I'm on the floor crying. I'd just scroll through the rings, some are classical tones, some really annoying - just over and over. At one point, he took the phone out of the wall and slammed it on the counter to see what was wrong with it, cussing the whole time. I don't know why I found it so hilarious - I guess just seeing my husband being annoyed and not knowing why just made me want to pee my pants. I finally told him it was me. He looked at me and said 'that ain't right.' Oh, but it was sooooo worth it.

You're lucky you are able to sit upright at the computer! ;O) Just remember...paybacks are hell!

You are right - sleepin' with one eye open for awhile.

DEAR GOD.......I have finally met my evil twin!!! I laughed so hard at this, that I DID pee!!! I can soooooooooo relate to this. I am the Mistress of Mischief!!! We MUST get together and compare our evil notes! I am married to Mr. Never-Get -His -Feathers-Ruffled. For the past 20 years I have tormented him with my pranks and mischief. I will have to think of some of my better pranks, and email you with them.

Last year I convinced everyone that a crippled third world shithole had world-class weapons capability, and then got them to attack it.

It was pretty funny. You should have seen the sand monkeys dropping like

i e-mailed the following text to several deserving buds in my office..

LOL!

That's GREAT!

Oh yessssss. And maybe you can give me some ideas! BWAHAAAA!

Lord, I HATE practical jokes. I can't believe someone married you.

I used to have a roommate who had a practical joke rivalry with a friend of his. Occasionally he'd mess with me and the other roommate.

- We used to have one of these spray nozzles on our sink and he put a rubberband around the trigger so when you turned on the faucet the sprayer shot instantly. Old joke, I know. So I'm at the sink and I hit the water but my reflexes were quick enough to grab the nozzle before there was any real damage, and I wasn't really in the line of fire anyway. My roomate comes rushing in after he heard the water go off and we had a good laugh at it. But then he goes for a drink of water himself, and gets soaked! He assumed I removed the rubber band.

- My roommate knew I always cooked something to eat after coming home from work at night. So at 1am I turn on the ancient gas oven to make a pizza. Turn on the gas, light the pilot, and close the door. I hear the familiar hiss of the gas then it ignighting, but then the tone changed. Hmmm. I slowly open the oven door to see flames shooting out the back of the oven! I quickly shut the door and turn off the gas but the hissing doesn't stop! I stand there frozen in momentary panic! I grab the fire extingusher! Then the hissing changed again. Hey, waittaminnit... I slowly open the oven door again and this yellow sulphuring smelling smoke flowed out of the oven. He had planted a smoke bomb at the back of the oven and when the gas ignighted it lit the fuse. He was upstairs in his room and came down when he heard the commotion. We had a good laugh, it took quite awhile to air out the kitchen (dead of winter too) and everything made in the oven tasted salty for a good week after that.

- Probably the best one ever was one his friend played on him. My roommate had to give a lecture at the university early this morning. So there he is all dapper in his suit, running late. He heads out to his car and I hear this almighty wail of cursing and screaming and his needing my help quick. I race out the back to find his car filled well past the windows with varying sizes of styrofoam balls. Not the little peanuts (thank god) but tennis ball, softball, etc sized ones.

I could not stop laughing. My roommate is absolutely livid - he's running late and now he has this mess in his car. Then he opens the door and all these balls come spilling out and I lost it all over again. Tears rolling down my face as he's hurridly (is that a word?) scooping out these balls like a dog digging a hole, screaming at me to help him. He finally gets most of them out but his anger is renewed as now there's all this styrofoam debris all over the cloth seats, most of which you just know is destined to end up on his suit.

Even the plotting was pure genius. My roommate crashed at his friend's place after a party there. He took my roommate's keys while he was passed out and had a complete set made for 'future use'. They unlocked the car, used cardboard sheets to get most of the balls in (that is to prevent them from spilling out), then put several Hefty bags full in the car with just the tails of the bags sticking out the rolled up windows. Slipped out the cardboard, closed the doors, and pulled the bags thru the windows, releasing the balls.

Man, those were the best days. I had so much fun in that house.

A semi-On Topic practical joke, since it involves a celeb.

I played a very successful one when I worked in radio in Montreal. A disc jockey and friend of mine at the station was friendly with Levon Helm and the Band