alphacat wrote:Bouillon cube in the shower head: when the hot water hits, they're taking a shower in soup...
that?
Nah, you want the ones that come in solid cubes like these:
Another one - best used on someone you really don't like - is to take the tails leftover from eating shrimp and put them inside someone's curtain rods. They start to smell horrifically bad after a while, like a mountain of dead rotting fish.
Oh, and shock pens (and other shock gags like lighters, etc.) are always good.
alphacat wrote:
Oh, and shock pens (and other shock gags like lighters, etc.) are always good.
got mine taken off me in high school cause i got the teacher to do it
HA! Niiiiice.
I used to have the job of collecting our sales peoples' signatures for scanning onto boilerplate docs and handed one to a sales supervisor - he literally jumped up in the air about 18" and was running after me by the time he hit the ground. I was running and cackling like a fool. Real professional, eh?
My mum was telling me about when she was in halls and she broke into someones room with a mate and turned EVERYTHING upside down, inc. unscrewing door and drawer handles and putting them on upside down.
My mum was a badman.
knell wrote:one time i took a spool of twine and wrapped it all over my roommates bathroom (it was rather small but still had a shower and whatnot)
it looked like a giant spiderweb and was impossible to penetrate...
i hid the scissors (heh heh heh)
but when he saw it he didnt think about scissors, and went straight for the knives
still good fun tho
me and my mates once tied fishing line from a lampost to a sign post, basically even to cover you head to toe, so we keep walking down the road then we see a group of girls walking up the road, watching them walk into it was fucking hilarious they all hit it at the same point it was like there was an invisible wall there
recently my mate bought a motorbike and went on about it all night. then he went to sleep early so we thought about going for a spin on it to piss him off. it became apparent than none of us could ride one or knew how they worked (apparently they have a clutch?) so we decided against it, but instated decided to silently carry it down the road so it would look like we had taken it for a spin.
6 of us huffed and puffed for about 15 minutes, motorbikes are so fucking heavy you wouldn't beleive. now this guy is very "don't mess around with my motorbike man" in serious tones (although he'd mess with yours in a second), so we were really looking forward to the nuclear rage-storm.
next morning we all watched in nervous anticipation as he got up, rubbed his eyes, walked out of the house, looked up and down the road and then strolled down to his bike, got on and rode away. stupid fuck didn't even realise.
We used to hide shit in peoples rooms like playing cards, well we only done it to one guys room whos mum used to hate it. At parties as well, we'd used to "borrow" items that no one would expect to go missing. Like the cutlery set or all the plant pots in the house.
The guy who's house we used to hide shit in. Last time I went to his house his mum banned me (although I more or less sat back and watched) from the house because people swapped the furniture in the dining room with furniture in the living room and hid the knives and fruit in obscure places.
Once a friend let me and someone else look after his house for the night so we got pissed and had a couple of people over and made a slight mess. In the morning whilst still kind off pissed instead of tidying up we tried to sellotape as much shit as we could together. He came home to toothbrushes dangling off the ceiling and all sorts. Best was sellotapign everything on the sheves to each other so when he tried to picked something up everything else on the shelf would just drop with it.
nicenice wrote:We used to hide shit in peoples rooms like playing cards, well we only done it to one guys room whos mum used to hate it. At parties as well, we'd used to "borrow" items that no one would expect to go missing. Like the cutlery set or all the plant pots in the house.
The guy who's house we used to hide shit in. Last time I went to his house his mum banned me (although I more or less sat back and watched) from the house because people swapped the furniture in the dining room with furniture in the living room and hid the knives and fruit in obscure places.
Once a friend let me and someone else look after his house for the night so we got pissed and had a couple of people over and made a slight mess. In the morning whilst still kind off pissed instead of tidying up we tried to sellotape as much shit as we could together. He came home to toothbrushes dangling off the ceiling and all sorts. Best was sellotapign everything on the sheves to each other so when he tried to picked something up everything else on the shelf would just drop with it.
nicenice wrote: At parties as well, we'd used to "borrow" items that no one would expect to go missing. Like the cutlery set or all the plant pots in the house.
so this is why im still missing knives and forks....
nicenice wrote: At parties as well, we'd used to "borrow" items that no one would expect to go missing. Like the cutlery set or all the plant pots in the house.
so this is why im still missing knives and forks....
lol you know what happened to the knives and forks
actually you probably don't, but i do have vague memories of thinking that they could come in useful at some point. don't know what i done with that thought afterwards though
donna might have stolen them, apparently her mum gets pissed off and throws the cutlery away randomly