Many years ago when I had an office job, there was an office bully, who pretty much everyone hated. One day after personally taking enough of his bullshit, I went to the fish market and bought a big fish. I brought it with me to work the next day and got there early before anyone else, so no one would see me. I left it wrapped in paper on his desk. It was priceless to see his terrified look all day wondering what would happen to him.

50 guys swimming with the fishes.

I dropped a shrimp in the defroster vent in my stepdad's truck. It smelled so bad after 3 days that it made him vomit when he opened the door.

I buttered the top step on the patio and watched his drunk ass go for a trip down the concrete stairs.

Replaced his hair spray can with a can of bathroom tile cleaner that looked very similar. It made his hair curl up and did a chemical burn on his head.

Model rocket igniter clipped to the coil wire on his new truck, banded to a string of firecrackers. He started the truck and freaked the fuck out when the firecrackers started going off under the hood.

And I saved the best for last. Going to piss on his grave next time I'm in East Texas. Always told him I'd do it someday.

Funny, I did the plastic wrap thing to a guy that worked as a cart pusher at a fred meyer while we were in high school. managed to wrap his car in the parking lot while he was getting ready to come get in his car. Good laugh.

Another friend of mine did the car axle trick to a teacher we had in high school.

Good times!

One of my peronal favorites was layering the toilet seat with vaseline and seran wrapping the bowl before my mom got up on april fools... did it like 4 years in a row and she never learned :thumbsup Lols!

he squish your nuttsack or soemthing?

I miss wulf...

I can't say the same, but only cause he lives right down the road from me and I talk to him almost every day :1orglaugh he's pretty much about 90% mainstream stuff right now.

But I'll deff tell him you say hi this afternoon :thumbsup

-Loki-

LOTS of great ones from my 'youth' from hoisting cars up to the school roof, filling condoms with mayo and dropping them over freeway overpasses (during rush hour)

Then between 15-17 myself and a few twisted friends would do a weekly 'prank' of some sorts between the 4 surrounding cities, normally involving one of us acting like a "special person" in VERY public situations :1orglaugh

And one event that damn near had my ass arrested when I was 16.....

"Borrowing" a fully clothed store mannequin and rigging it with a rope and dropping it off a busy overpass, myself and 3 of my friends were chased around Warren for a few hours before we finally scaled a building and, dropped in via a skylight and hid for a few hours :1orglaugh

Looking back I have no fucking clue how we always managed to get away with all that shit, if I were to try any of it today I'd have a new perm home in a cell lmao, now I'm just old and boring as hell :Oh crap

-Loki-

cool do that, its been awhile since we worked together so not sure if he'll remember me. Pretty sure it was during my stay at HawtMoney.

Told my friend he could make a lot of money in porn:1orglaugh

Thats just cruel and not funny at all....

Some people just have to push it too far.

Had a terrible dorm mate in college.

Took 2 McDonalds ketchup packs.
Bent them in half without breaking them
Made a tiny pinhole in each
Taped them to the underside of the toilet seat.

Next time he went to the bathroom he sat on the seat and the ketchup squirted into the toiletbowl
He thought he was bleeding internally
Told him it was a prank to stop him from calling 911
He moved out a couple days later

End of terrible dorm mate.

Hehe, 2 days ago I used this method to get some fake poo and put it on the toilet seat, my gf reaction was hilarious.

http://ultragross.blogspot.com/2011/...hree-easy.html

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:1orglaugh you are all twisted individuals!! Loki, you are a master :bowdown:bowdown

Not quite so colorful but when I was in boarding school back east there was this really uptight pain in the ass faculty member / dorm supervisor that would always walk into our room (no door locks) without warning or knocking of any kind trying to bust us smoking weed or watching tv (prohibited electronics). So annoying! He would always be busting my chops because he knew we were up to no-good but could never catch us red-handed.

Finally, we had it with him and we were close to graduation and willing to take some risks so we lifted his car and rolled it upside down. Never got caught but those last few months were pure hell since he knew it was us and constantly tried to get us back.

Another time at that school the junior class was preparing for the big celebration day off where the seniors essentially passed on the torch of seniority to them. The would climb up a huge hill with a big rock at the top on which they would paint the class year. Tradition held that tons of booze would have to be secretly smuggled up there as the juniors would get the day off to paint and teachers would pretty much turn a blind eye - been going on that way for about a 100 years.

Well, we set off to find the secret booze stash. Took about three days of scavenging in the dark to find it but find it we did. We loaded it all up like we were VC carrying supplies on the Ho Chi Mihn trail, long poles across our backs and shoulders slinging cases of beer, bags of booze and carted it all down to our secret hiding area in an old outdoor hockey pond full of beavers. For science class I made my senior project a study of the beavers - you can see my destiny starting to formulate - and every class I would go down, grab some beers from the stash, and chase beavers up and down the pond in a little row boat.

Today, still drinking beer and chasing beav!

that's just mean.

These are stories I like to extract out of people that I'm meeting for the first time in a bar.

He was the meanest bastard I've ever known or heard of. And an alcoholic. He was 100% the reason I left home at 16, quit school, and did any jobs I could find to not ever have to go back there. He had a heart attack and died three days before I got out of the Army. I came home and smirked all the way through his funeral because he got the easy way out.

I hate those guys too.

Ive stood toe to toe with my step father while he had a shovel in hand ready to swing - I was growing up ;) - I told him he had one swing and he better make it count.

Well he got old and much nicer so we get along now.

shit in pool.

I have pulled some great ones on Ron jeremy....someday i will tell all

Ronnie is a great guy too...takes it the way its intended we been friends since my first days in the biz, always remembered my name early on and always treated me like family Ronnies the best.

Did it go something like this?