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gruntbert
March 9, 2005 at 9:31 am

As a NNEEERRDD, I hung out with nerds, and in high school, one of my friends (David) was stressing that he would not get an A in Calculus and his dad would kill him. After the final, he was dancing with glee that he got his A. Another nerd friend of mine (Jason) and I decided that his glee needed to be replaced with sheer and utter terror. (Because at home, your friends cannot hear you scream) We convinced the teacher to go along with our little joke in which the story was that there were many mistakes the teacher made in the answer key after Jason and I found out we scored 12 and 16 points out of 100 on the final. Jason and I sat down and went through the whole thing with him after school and found that he had made errors in the solutions to the answers and corrected this problem.

The next day, David was not taking us seriously when we told him what we had found, saying that we were trying to pull a fast one on him. This disbelief ended when the teacher asked him if he heard what had happened to the answer key. David was then pulling his hair out getting ulcers for the first 10 minutes of class while the finals were being handed back mumbling “I’m so dead, I’m so dead” over and over again. The teacher finally gave him his test back (last), and upon looking at it and seeing that he actually got an A, proceeded to use the f-word multiple times at us. To this day, (19 years later), he still doesn’t think it was very funny.

Remember, you cannot spell gEEk without a double E

BarbieDearest
March 9, 2005 at 9:59 am

I hade a dormmate who was always bragging about how much her clothes cost, how beautiful SHE was, how much better she was than everyone else, etc. One night she’d announced that she had a date with a frat guy whose parents were part of the state elite. Sick of all her bragging, several of us convinced her roommate to let us in their room for a while, where we proceeded to superglue her makeup to her vanity and her shoes to the floor. We also made her outfit ‘disappear’ for a few days along with all of her lingerie.

=)

grendelpete
March 9, 2005 at 10:10 am

On a one-of-a-kind dorm hall where most of us got along, we had some fun with our RA once. He was one to get up EARLY and go work out before the sun came up at the student athletic center. We were having a late night of it once and around 1:30 am our RA’s roommate asked us to help out with a prank. We advanced all of the clocks within eyeshot of our RA and a few of us got up and started brushing our teeth, taking showers, etc. Our RA got up, thinking it was 6:00 (it was really 2:00) feeling ultra-groggy and complaining about how he just felt so run down, so he pounded down about 3 cups of coffee, and left with his roommate for the gym. He wasn’t let in on the joke until they got to the SAC. Poor guy, but he appreciated our efforts. And I’ve gotten great mileage out of that story.

Sprite Monkey
March 9, 2005 at 11:04 am

I couldn’t keep my roomate in my apartment post-college from drinking all of the soda in the fridge, and he would never buy any to share. So I bought a new 24 case, took out half of the cans and put the box in the fridge. The empty space was then replaced with mousetraps. I never got a chance to see it happen, though.

Guest
March 9, 2005 at 11:39 am

There was a guy who constantly bragged bout all the stuff his parents sent him and how much cash he had.

So one day, when we were at football practice, the RA on our floor checked out the master key, and the guys on the floor moved ALL OF HIS BELONGINGS (and when I say all, even the posters were taken off the wall) to a room across the hall.

When Mike got back, the only thing left in his room was a metal bed frame, they even took the mattress.

Mike hit the roof!!!!

Mike also never ran his mouth again

fahrvergnugen
March 9, 2005 at 11:48 am

Okay. I swear this is true:

My freshman room-mate at Cornell College in Mt. Vernon, Iowa was named Matt, and he was lucky. We both were, really, because we scored a room that was technically supposed to be a quad, but had it to ourselves. We were unlucky in that we really didn’t like each other very much.

I was still busy being an accomodating push-over in those days, and Matt was a manipulative dickhead, so he convinced me one Friday night to stay in the room and watch the phone while he went out to cheat on his girlfriend back home. My job was to answer the phone for him if she called, and say he was gone to the bathroom and would be right back, and then call him over at the other room so he could call her & cover his ass (this was 1994, no college Freshman could afford a cell phone yet).

Along around 11:30 I get really, really irritated about it.

Along around 1:30am, I decide to do something about it.

Here is an MS Paint diagram of what the dorms looked like. Each black line is a building. Completely not to scale.

In-between all these dormitory buildings was blacktop & parking lot. This was a small school, only about 2,000 people, and the town was only about 5,000, so most everyone lived in the dorms for all 4 years. Our windows faced out toward the other buildings.

Matt had many friends from back home that also went to school with him. Any word that he was out of the dorm room on Friday instead of waiting patiently by the phone for his co-dependent high school bimbo would surely make it back to her. There was no way he could deny being in the room, without being dumped.

I went down the hall to the room of the guy known as “porn dude.” We called him that because he was really, really into porn. Now again, this is 1994, and while pr0n is out there, people still primarily got their smut through videotapes, and he had a huge library in his closet. He never went out, just stayed in his room with his porn collection, so I knew he’d be there.

“Hey man, I need to borrow a tape. Something with lots of groaning and no music,” I told him.

“Perfect. Try this,” he said, and passed me a tape called <em>Screaming Reamers 4</em>.

I took the tape back to my room. Then I opened the windows and put a large speaker into each window. I hooked the VCR output into the receiver, turned it up as high as it would go, and popped in the tape.

Then I turned out all the lights in the room, locked the door, and held the remote under the door and pressed play. Then I ran like hell.

I hid out in the basement for a while in my friend Liz’s room, while we cackled as the sounds of hardcore anal action shook the entire building. She agreed to be my alibi, and after about 5 minutes I walked back upstairs, looking furious.

A crowd of dozens has gathered outside my room, and they’re hammering on the door. In the room next door, a human chain is trying to edge along the window-ledges so they can pry the screen off my window.

I look pissed as hell, muscle through the crowd, and scream, “I’ll fucking handle this” with all the rage I can muster, and they back off long enough for me to slip inside and lock the door behind me. Once inside I turn on the lights and turn the porn down from ‘deafening’ to ‘too fucking loud,’ and start holding up half of a screaming fight. Remember that while this is going on, the sound of some girl getting double-doored is going on behind me, lots of groaning and faked orgasm.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?

“No, I don’t – I don’t care what your fucking excuse was. I mean, how could you do that? Aren’t your ears bleeding?”

“Holy – is that – is that A SYRINGE? ARE YOU DOING FUCKING HEROIN IN OUR DORM ROOM? YOU STUPID SELFISH FUCK, WE’RE BOTH EXPELLED IF YOU GET CAUGHT. WHAT THE FU- I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE DOING COKE TONIGHT TOO, FUCK THAT’S EVEN – HEY!”

(I slapped myself hard on the thigh)

“HEY MOTHERFUCKER. WAKE UP. WA- WAKE UP.” Another slap. “WHAT THE – GODDAMNIT!”

at this point I turn off the receiver, and storm out of the room looking pissed as hell, turning off the lights and locking the door behind me. The crowd assembled outside backs off as I come out, and I just scream at them, “IT’S TAKEN CARE OF. FUCK OFF,” and thunder back down to Liz’s room, where we proceed to laugh our asses off for the next hour.

Next morning at breakfast in the dining hall (where the entire campus, profs & students alike, eat), I hear people from the farthest building down saying, “What was up with the porno last night? Jesus.” When Matt walks in, looking refreshed and thoroughly laid, hundreds of pairs of eyes fell upon him, contempt burning beneath them. He had an alibi, of course, but he couldn’t use it without severe consequences.

He didn’t ask me to cover for him ever again.

UNM Prankster
March 9, 2005 at 11:50 am

This one took months in the making.
First, get a gallon of milk, pour out about a quart then sit in the back of a closet sealed.
Second, get a crowbar and a stack of about 5 pennies
Third, get victim good and drunk and take his car keys

First we made sure the victim was good and drunk, took his keys and waited for him to fall asleep.
We emptied the rotten milk into a wastepaper can and gingerly rigged it up against the door (the rigging was enhanced by a string to the doorknob, once it turned, it would call the can to fall, spilling the contents UNDER the door into the room). But before that, we used the crowbar to apply pressure to the deadbolt lock and shove the pennies in the door jamb (putting pressure on the deadbolt and preventing it from being opened). Then the coup de grace, we went to the telecom room and disconnected his telephone.

Wait, did I mention that there was a scheduled fire drill to be run that sunday morning?

So we move his car.

The Fire Drill starts, he gets out of bed, tries to open the door and starts to turn the handle.
Splash, the can falls, rotten milk spills into his room (did i forget to mention he had carpet). The smell is overwhelming……he roars furiously. He turns around and looks out the window, his car is gone from it’s parking spot. Now he’s losing it!!! He picks up the phone to call the police and the phone is dead!!! He spent the next 30 minutes yelling out of his window for help because he was locked in his room.

Boy, the 4 letter words we heard!!!

Tom Brazelton
March 9, 2005 at 3:30 pm

Man, you guys are nuts. The worst college prank I ever took part in was duct taping some dude’s shoes to the ceiling behind a suppor. He was a mental case and on all kinds of medication. He would leave his stinking shoes in the hallway whenever he came back to his room. The smell was so bad, it funked up the hall. You’d trip on them walking out your door.

Shoulda put dog crap in ‘em or something. It probably would have improved the odor!

lives_with_aliens
March 9, 2005 at 4:34 pm

i love it but whats with jesus???

Haz
March 9, 2005 at 5:28 pm

I can’t say I remember doing anything crazy when I was in my hall of residence but the year before me did lots of stupid stuff (about $NZ 40,000 of damages), which meant we ended up with a lot of restrictions put on my year.
Most of the stuff they did was completely stupid and reckless but there was one funny prank one group of guys did.

Now almost all our rooms are single person rooms, so no one has room-mates but still ppl like to do shit to each other.
In one of the buildings the orientation of rooms on the 1st and 3rd floor matched as did the 2nd and 4th. One night a guy from the 3rd floor coma’d in his room after a night on the piss and didnt lock his door. So his mates went in and took down all his posters and the other stuff in his room and put it up in another mates room (which they emptied of other stuff) on the first floor. They then carried the guy down to the first floor room and put him on the bed. They then went outside the room and burst in making a fuck load of noise and shaking him etc to wake him up, once conscious they then grabbed him and hiffed him out the window.
Well the guy kept screaming for a good coupe of minutes, completely scared shitless and in shock.

J. Marten: Superstar
March 9, 2005 at 6:18 pm

I returned home from class to find our dormroom door open — shit sitting out plain as day — including my bass guitar, stereo equipment, entire collection of CDs, and computers (roughly about $4,000 in shit altogether).

My roommate was nowhere to be found.

As I stared in befuddled amazement, he exited an elevator down the hall and began walking towards me, two of his mental-midget friends in-tow. A hefty take of alcoholic beverages and various packages of Doritos in-hand.

Me: “Where were you?”
Him: “Beer run! And — some other shit, too.”
Me: “How long were you gone?”
Him: “An hour?”
Me: “Do you realize you left our door open?”
Him: “… Oh. Shit.”

Okay — so it wasn’t a prank so much as a moronic and colossal fuck-up that could’ve ended up much worse. Such as, all our shit getting heisted and his untimely death shortly thereafter.

Epilogue: after I graduated, I learned it took him another semester (his fifth as a sophomore) to realize college wasn’t for him. Yeah.

J. Marten, owner and proprietor of Life In Plastic Pants

Raistlin
March 9, 2005 at 7:20 pm

fahrvergnugen wrote:
Okay. I swear this is true:

My freshman room-mate at Cornell College in Mt. Vernon, Iowa was named Matt, and he was lucky. We both were, really, because we scored a room that was technically supposed to be a quad, but had it to ourselves. We were unlucky in that we really didn’t like each other very much.

I was still busy being an accomodating push-over in those days, and Matt was a manipulative dickhead, so he convinced me one Friday night to stay in the room and watch the phone while he went out to cheat on his girlfriend back home. My job was to answer the phone for him if she called, and say he was gone to the bathroom and would be right back, and then call him over at the other room so he could call her & cover his ass (this was 1994, no college Freshman could afford a cell phone yet).

Along around 11:30 I get really, really irritated about it.

Along around 1:30am, I decide to do something about it.

Here is an MS Paint diagram of what the dorms looked like. Each black line is a building. Completely not to scale.

In-between all these dormitory buildings was blacktop & parking lot. This was a small school, only about 2,000 people, and the town was only about 5,000, so most everyone lived in the dorms for all 4 years. Our windows faced out toward the other buildings.

Matt had many friends from back home that also went to school with him. Any word that he was out of the dorm room on Friday instead of waiting patiently by the phone for his co-dependent high school bimbo would surely make it back to her. There was no way he could deny being in the room, without being dumped.

I went down the hall to the room of the guy known as “porn dude.” We called him that because he was really, really into porn. Now again, this is 1994, and while pr0n is out there, people still primarily got their smut through videotapes, and he had a huge library in his closet. He never went out, just stayed in his room with his porn collection, so I knew he’d be there.

“Hey man, I need to borrow a tape. Something with lots of groaning and no music,” I told him.

“Perfect. Try this,” he said, and passed me a tape called <em>Screaming Reamers 4</em>.

I took the tape back to my room. Then I opened the windows and put a large speaker into each window. I hooked the VCR output into the receiver, turned it up as high as it would go, and popped in the tape.

Then I turned out all the lights in the room, locked the door, and held the remote under the door and pressed play. Then I ran like hell.

I hid out in the basement for a while in my friend Liz’s room, while we cackled as the sounds of hardcore anal action shook the entire building. She agreed to be my alibi, and after about 5 minutes I walked back upstairs, looking furious.

A crowd of dozens has gathered outside my room, and they’re hammering on the door. In the room next door, a human chain is trying to edge along the window-ledges so they can pry the screen off my window.

I look pissed as hell, muscle through the crowd, and scream, “I’ll fucking handle this” with all the rage I can muster, and they back off long enough for me to slip inside and lock the door behind me. Once inside I turn on the lights and turn the porn down from ‘deafening’ to ‘too fucking loud,’ and start holding up half of a screaming fight. Remember that while this is going on, the sound of some girl getting double-doored is going on behind me, lots of groaning and faked orgasm.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?

“No, I don’t – I don’t care what your fucking excuse was. I mean, how could you do that? Aren’t your ears bleeding?”

“Holy – is that – is that A SYRINGE? ARE YOU DOING FUCKING HEROIN IN OUR DORM ROOM? YOU STUPID SELFISH FUCK, WE’RE BOTH EXPELLED IF YOU GET CAUGHT. WHAT THE FU- I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE DOING COKE TONIGHT TOO, FUCK THAT’S EVEN – HEY!”

(I slapped myself hard on the thigh)

“HEY MOTHERFUCKER. WAKE UP. WA- WAKE UP.” Another slap. “WHAT THE – GODDAMNIT!”

at this point I turn off the receiver, and storm out of the room looking pissed as hell, turning off the lights and locking the door behind me. The crowd assembled outside backs off as I come out, and I just scream at them, “IT’S TAKEN CARE OF. FUCK OFF,” and thunder back down to Liz’s room, where we proceed to laugh our asses off for the next hour.

Next morning at breakfast in the dining hall (where the entire campus, profs & students alike, eat), I hear people from the farthest building down saying, “What was up with the porno last night? Jesus.” When Matt walks in, looking refreshed and thoroughly laid, hundreds of pairs of eyes fell upon him, contempt burning beneath them. He had an alibi, of course, but he couldn’t use it without severe consequences.

He didn’t ask me to cover for him ever again.

:lol: :lol: :lol:

Genius… needed a lot of balls to carry it off, too. I’m inpressed.

I play golf for Oxford University. We tend to play at a lot of old, I guess what you’d call posh, high-minded golf clubs. There’s one girl on our team. So one morning on our way to one of the aforementioned clubs, we stopped at a gas station and bought a pretty filthy porn mag. The rest of teh trip there we carefully spent tearing out the 14 filthiest, most offensive pages in the magazine we could find. Having arrived at the golf club last, with everyone else in having coffee, we carefull taped a page to each of the grips on all this girl’s golf clubs, before replacing them. Obviously, with the grips at the bottom of the bag, she couldn’t see them until she took one out.

So, we’re on the first tee, playing against two typically reserved English gentlemen, when she pulls out the driver, to display to those gentlemen what can only be described as hardcore fat granny porn taped to the grip…

desert_drum
March 9, 2005 at 9:59 pm

Haz wrote:

Most of the stuff they did was completely stupid and reckless but there was one funny prank one group of guys did.

That was absolutely brilliant, and funny as hell. I’d love to know what the guys who thought this up are doing with their lives now :lol:

20xx
March 9, 2005 at 10:59 pm

I’m not cool enough for college pranks, but I found a video of some funny pranks [url]http://www.ebaumsworld.com/dormroompranks.html

Guest
March 10, 2005 at 2:11 am

My roommate once tried to have sex on my bed while I was away with an extremely drunk young woman who proceeded NOT to sleep with him but instead project an inhuman amount of vomit onto my comforter and sheets. The smell lingered for weeks even after I changed the entire bedspread, so suffice to say I was not pleased.

So, one night when he went out, I lightly sprinkled powdered milk on his sheets in a very thin layer. After he went to bed, I cranked up the heat to ninety degrees, causing the room to swelter. It was uncomfortable for me too, but the result was worth it. The powdered milk seeped into his pores via the sweat and got embedded in his skin. Several days later, it spoiled and he smelled rancid for about a week thereafter.

When I told him what I had done, he just shrugged and said, “Vomit?”

“Vomit.” I replied.

Poiple
March 10, 2005 at 3:12 am

One of my (thankfully former) roommates at a place we rented was a total stoner loser retard scumbag. He slept on the couch (despite having a room of his own), consistantly failed to aim properly at the toilet, and constantly invited his stoner freinds over to hang out and smoke weed (insde our no smoking apartment). He frequently left his dirty laundry lieing around, so, one day, after taking a dump, I wiped my ass on the inside of one of his socks. I know that he consistantly wore his own dirty clothes mutliple times (too lazy to do laundry), and he MUST have put that sock on his foot… But he never asked me about it. I can only hope that he assumed that he had somehow shit inside his own sock.

Guest
March 10, 2005 at 5:39 am

I served in the German Army(Bundeswehr, for those who want to know), and there was a guy who NEVER used a shower. You could not stand being in the same room with him because the overwhelming smell would knock you out. After a few weeks some guys wanted to teach him lesson. Whilst he was asleep, they carried his bed to the shower room. It was very tricky, because the bed was just as wide as the door, and they had to be very careful and silent not to wake him up. They also could not turn on the lights, which didn’t make the stuff easier. But they managed it, and when his bed finally was in the right place they turned on the shower and ran as hell. He must have been very shocked, because it was still dark an suddenly his bed was soaking with water. He screamed and cursed so loud that everyone could hear it, but he never found out who exactly did this to him. Our drill instructor didn’t care so much about it, he just told him to shut up and use his sleeping-bag for the rest of the night.

Ateka
March 10, 2005 at 8:53 am

I tell my roomates that my mom’s coming for a visit so they’ll wash the freaking dishes and do some clean up :D

digital_junky
March 10, 2005 at 10:10 am

in our dorms we had a nice string of mayhem going on. it ended with us moving all of my friends stuff from his dorm room into the shared kitchen, it took us a while as we moved everything that wasn’t nailed down. this included his bed, guitar, clothes, tv, etc. in fact the only things left were the desk and closet, because they were fixed to the walls. we also covered this guy in rubbish and chicken bones while he was trying to take a shower, but we were drunk then and it seemed funny as hell

Guillotine
March 10, 2005 at 3:19 pm

Every dorm has a mooch. They’ll usually ask for some of whatever it is that they see that you’ve got…beer, chips, glaucoma medication, whatever. But trying to keep a straight face when he walks in the room and mooches 4 pieces of ex-lax fudge is VERY challenging…

And then there was the time that we accidentally left that FM microphone on under the bed when my friend’s roommate was “having a girl over.” Needless to say, we were all grossed out when we realized that nobody else was in the room with him…

nullset
March 10, 2005 at 4:23 pm

I had a friend rig an autodialer to randomly call a number assigned to a random room one floor above the one he was on, ring twice, and disconnect.

This was in the days before campus ethernet. He got everyone on his floor to let him install some software (hehehe), and hilarity ensued as phones one floor up started ringing continuously…..

–buddy

smwgoddess
March 10, 2005 at 5:08 pm

the students never really did anything good, but the teachers, that’s a different story. two of my teacher were, and still are, married. i went to an arts university so needless to say everyone was crazy. well they got into a fight one day and she got home before he did. she turned every single item in thier house upside down. the couches, the bed, the lamps. he had no idea what in hell he had walked into. this is also the same man who for valentines day sent a stripper to her during our class, it was the advanced modern dance class and we talked to the stripper afterwards and he said he had never been so nervous to perform for a group before as we were all professionals, oh and none of us were strippers at the time, just to clairfy…

JJOneway
March 11, 2005 at 4:56 am

I used to live in London with a guy called Barney. He wasn’t the cleanest of blokes and there were the usual running battles waged over the washing up and general cleaning etc.

The final straw came when, upon leaving the shower, I found Barney crouched over in the living room and taking a shit on a plate. “What the f**k are you doing Barn!?”

“You were in the shower, and if I’ve got to go then I’ve got to go!”

He then just frisbee’d the plate, shit on top, out of a window and into the garden. That was too much so I decided to take steps. He had a gigantic porn collection and he loved his stash like it was his own child. He even kept it in a huge, ornate wooden chest like a f*cking pirate’s treasure.

Barney went away for the weekend and I broke into the chest, unloaded the endless porn mags and proceeded to take them all apart page by page. Once I had dismembered the smut I then moved all of the furniture out of the living room and set to work.

Sunday evening Barney returns to find every wall in the living room as well as the ceiling wall papered with his prized porno collection.

It was seriously disturbing to walk into that room and be greeted with a thousand pink eyes winking at you and I couldn’t stay in there for more than a few minutes at a time, it was like being in a Butcher’s shop window during an earthquake walking around in there.

My plan kind of backfired though because Barney, once over the initial tantrum, decided he liked it and was going to keep it.

I moved out.

Pope Gordy
March 11, 2005 at 7:03 am

There was a couple of us up late one night drinking. One friend Andy was working in the morning so he went to bed. We had a load of take away food left lying, so we proceeded to fill up Andy’s jacket pockets with pakora, chips and chopped onion.

The next morning he woke up late for work, hung over and still half asleep, and so quickly got washed, got dressed, put his jacket on and went to work. When he went to pay the taxi driver, he found himself pulling out mushy handfuls of pakora instead.

He wasn’t too happy.

BarbieDearest
March 11, 2005 at 8:38 am

Guillotine wrote:
Every dorm has a mooch. They’ll usually ask for some of whatever it is that they see that you’ve got…beer, chips, glaucoma medication, whatever. But trying to keep a straight face when he walks in the room and mooches 4 pieces of ex-lax fudge is VERY challenging…

And then there was the time that we accidentally left that FM microphone on under the bed when my friend’s roommate was “having a girl over.” Needless to say, we were all grossed out when we realized that nobody else was in the room with him…

Brilliant!!!!!! (first part)

Ewwwwwwww!!!!!!!(second part)

Dean
March 11, 2005 at 3:35 pm

Best. Thread. Ever.

Guest
March 12, 2005 at 11:22 pm

I’m in the process of moving out of a really great (big & cheap!) apartment, thanks, in part, to a psychotic roommate.

First, it’s important to realise that this kid doesn’t drive. He works up the street and walks the quarter mile to work every day. But he still tries bumming a ride off of me every day. He also eats nothing except for pizza, TV dinners, and Diet Coke, and is continually broke. For the first four months, he was great to live with, clean, conscientious. And then I guess the effort was just too much for him. He claims he “works too much” to help clean the apartment.

So, he gets a week off, and starts playing Diablo II on Sunday night. By Wednesday, I think he slept about 4 hours total, and only left the computer to eat. What he chose to eat, on Monday morning, was a tuna salad sandwich, which he left the remains of in the sink, along with all the other dirty dishes that he didn’t do. This stuff stinks to the high heavens after a couple of days, and is positively disgusting. On Tuesday, I asked him politely to do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. He said “Yea, sure,” and continued to play Diablo for another 24 straight hours.

Late Wednesday, I log onto Blizzard’s website, and find out the port numbers that Battle.net uses. Log into the router, (it’s attached to my computer, I have the password), and eliminate access to all of those ports. Battle.net crashes hard, and he freaks out in the other room. Like, swearing and throwing things. He spends an hour on the Blizzard tech support chat room, an hour and a half on the phone w/our ISP. At some point, there’s an UNGODLY crash, which is him throwing his CD tower across the room in frustration. And then he turns on South Park, and falls asleep watching TV.

I go to work before he gets up the next morning, and when I get home at 5 PM, the house is spotless. After spending another couple hours trying to solve the problem, he got bored and decided to clean.

It wasn’t really a prank, but it got the point across. Two days later, (when he had to go back to work), I re-opened the Battle.net ports so he could play again.

Of course, the real killer was two weeks later when he found out his ex-girlfriend was sleeping with one of my best friends. . .

c’est la vie

- V.

Sylia
March 17, 2005 at 1:39 pm

this actually happened back in junior high cause i think people grew up a little more in hs and college. there was this racist kid always making fun of us asians but wouldn’t mess with us cause, well, even the girls could kick his ass :D

one day, the dummy asked me to teach him chinese curse words. okay, did i mention this guy was racist and stupid? so i told him, this will really shine them on, it means something like, ‘go f ur ancestors’, so i taught him ‘wo ai ni’.

so he goes through the whole school bus screaming, ‘i love you! i love you man!’ and the best thing was, it was the same reaction he would have gotten if he told anyone to f off!

he was so damn proud of himself until i told all the chinese in the bus why he was saying that!

rugby1725
May 12, 2005 at 2:04 pm

One of the more common ones on our dorm floor was switching door handles. A couple of us had learned how to pop the doorknobs off with a pen, so while we were standing there leaning on the door with our hands behind our back we would switch the inside and outside doorknob and then grab your keys and run out the door, locking it behind us of course.

The other one was I had an apartment mate that wouldn’t do his dishes for weeks at a time and he usually fell asleep on the couch at least 5 nights a week. So we took all of his dishes and put them under the sheets on his bed, he just assumed we did his dishes for him, until a couple days later when he tried to actually sleep in his bed and had to get a new matress due to the mold on the other one.

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