A practical joke I was witness to at Lancaster involved moving the entire contents of some-one room. The peron concerned was taken out for the night by his ‘mates’, who duly got him very drunk. A few of his other mates moved the entire contents of his room from the top floor of the residential block to an identical room on the ground floor. At the end of the night, all the merry souls came back from the bar, carrying their, now ,very drunk friend. An arguement broke out, and the friends grabbed hold of the drunkard, opened the window and threw him out of the window. Imagine his alarm, he thought he was three floors up!
This can be taken to the extreme. Once at Carleton U. an entire floor received a “leaner” as we call it. There are three elevators, and late at night another held all three elevators, placed trash cans filled with water and leaning outward in each. Then they pressed 4 and slipped out. The result: a big mess on the 4th floor. Unfortunately the water also went pouring down the elevators and caused some damage. Housing was not amused.
Something similar happened to me. The phone rings at 3:30am the night before my calculus exam, the following conversation takes place: Hello
Let me speak to Cindy
I said put Cindy on the phone
Sorry but you have the wrong number
Look ass*ole, put Cindy on the phone NOW
There is no Cindy here, what number are you trying to reach?
You f*cking b*stard, I know where you live, now let me talk to her.
Ok, Ok (long pause) can she call you back, she’s in the shower with my roomate.
This reminds me of another newspaper prank, which I heard of from an old friend who attended the U. of Rochester in NY. A guy who lived on their floor had the Wall Street Journal delivered to his door every day, and the others on the floor decided to poke fun at this upscale practice by sealing off his door (from the outside) with sheets of the Journal. Every morning, the guy would open his door, see the doorway blocked by the sheets, and leap through. This became a morning ritual. One day, somebody got the bright idea to put a Coke machine on the other side of the papers, and the guy got a concussion when he tried to go through.
The best practical joke that we pulled was pulled on my friend’s floor’s busybody. I showed up at his dorm, went into his room, and proceeded to yell at him (my friend). He yessled back, and we got into a heated arguement. Eventually, I fired a few blanks, which this busybody was sure to hear. I then ran from the room, and when the busybody went to look, he saw my friend lying in a pool of blood (we used fake stuff). When he went to call security, my friend quickly changed his clothes and put a rug over the “blood” on the floor. When the cops and the campus rent-a-cops arrived, my friend was sitting quietly, studying. It was suggested to the busybody that he take a nice long break from college to let his nerves recover.
Years ago when I still lived (and went on my bike to work) in Bucharest, Romania, I was often sprayed with mud by car and bus drivers who felt a sadic pleasure by doing this. I used to note the license plates of the culprits and in four instances I spotted those cars parked on streets not too far from my home. I provided to their owners several mornings of hard work to remove newspapers stuck on their windshields with a very good glue. In one instance I filled the exhaust pipe with wet cement… In all cases I left a note with “thanks for the shower”.
My cousin told me about a practical joke some of his friends played where they had a white horse on the hill within view of their halls of residence (this is one of those large white horses done in chalk on hillsides – there are several in England) – they “painted” it with black stripes one night so the next day it was a Zebra. ( I think they actually used black plastic bags)
Leave a fake phone message pink slip to call a number. Give them the zoo’s number, and ask for “Elli Fant” or “G. Raffe” etc… make sure it is a department in the zoo who won’t answer “DC National Zoo” or something. BTW, the zoo gets tons of these calls every April 1st.
In our student hall we had those cheapo carpet tiles. When a friend went away for a long weekend, his `drinking pals’ broke in, flooded his carpet and spread about a sack full of cress seeds. One hour before he returned they `borrowed’ a sheep (fromm agric. or vet. — I can’t remember) and put it in his room to grazed. The they then set up0 a camera to take a picture of the surrounding scene 3 seconds after the door was opened. You’ve never seen such a funny expression.