June 14, 2006

High School Pranking Season well underway.
posted by Capt. Renault 18 years ago
  • At first glance, I read that as "spanking season." So very disappointed...
  • "Pranks are no longer considered pranks" Miserable bastard adults!
  • What if you put a naked (or dead) homeless man in a car along with 10 goslings and 45 chicks, glued shut the car's doors, put the car on the roof of a school to which the power had been cut off, and burned a ring of gasoline around the car in the shape of a giant penis? That would be pretty funny, right?
  • My high school had a tradition whereby every year some of the seniors would try to get a cow up to the third floor. Never happened, security always got 'em.
  • Heh. In my school, guys would show girls they cared with a well-placed set of severed and crusty jackrabbit ears -- usually in the girl's locker or backpack. But then, growing up in the desert is really hard on stupid people. (Incidentally, the best prank played on me was when my pals wrapped my entire car in plastic wrap. What I did to one of them in return was unforgivable and beyond the scope of this discussion.)
  • 20 friends. 2 bricks apiece. "waiter, there's a wall in my wall locker"
  • We didn't have a tradition of pranking at my high school, but we did at my college. Every year the seniors had to move the gravestone of the campus' original dog (no, really) somewhere clever, and also come up with something else funny. My senior year, I was involved in the "something else funny," which not only made campus security laugh, but call the campus newspaper so they could take pictures before he moved everything. That's all I can say about that.
  • Back in high school, my older brother and his buddy used to steal a "friend's" mailbox. Repeatedly. In the end the poor guy (Sam) had to get up every day, put the mailbox out on the post, wait for the mail to be delivered and then bring the mail and mailbox back inside the house. That was not quite as bad as the time the two of them managed to catch a woodchuck and shut it in Sam's car. Woodchuck chewed the hell out of his upholstery. Sam's solution was apparently to shoot the woodchuck - with a shotgun - while it was still in his car. Sam was kind of a dick, in my opinion, but I still feel bad for the woodchuck.
  • He didn't think about just opening the doors, huh?
  • We took the Beaver Foods beaver hostage. Had someone grab it out of the cafeteria, and then a sort of human chain down the hall, and out to the getaway car. (Of course, the person at the start of the chain was the only one caught.) Photos of the beaver with the day's newspaper, ransom demands with letters cut out from magazines... The school never negotiated with us, so eventually, we had to leave the beaver dismembered on the front steps in a pool of its own 'blood'. And then we had a massive foodfight involving canned tomatoes. With a principal who was a dead ringer for Mr. Slate, these things simply Had To Be Done.
  • During my final assembly at school the head master got up to give the usual pompious speech and was nonplussed when a banner was unrolled high above his head claiming that he enjoyed fellatio (though not in so many words) He wasn't very amused.
  • C'mon meredithea, tell...
  • Freshman/senior vs sophmore/junior Christmass tree decorating contest = stupidest thing ever. 2-3 freshman replacing the sophmore/junior tree with a "stick", stealing the ornaments, and placing the actual tree on the roof of the school = pretty clever. Officially the contest was canceled, but I think we all know who won! Yes - I was one of the freshman. We were never brough to justice. Illinios Valley High School, Cave Juntion, Oregon.
  • Monkeyfilter: growing up in the desert is really hard on stupid people.
  • My senior year in high school, someone in our class took it upon himself to carry out his own prank. Part of his handiwork included a tree planted on the pitcher's mound of the baseball field, as well as a shrub on each base. The school superintendant was the baseball coach, and that field was his pride and joy - an homage to the sport and an outpouring of his love of the game. That prankster didn't get a diploma.
  • I almost didn't graduate from high school due to an ongoing prankathon involving the math teacher's desk, gradebook, and eventually, a local lake. they threatened the entire class with non-graduation if the perps didn't confess...
  • What sucks is charging a couple of seniors with a felony so that they're stuck with that for life and have to explain it to every college and every employer. How lame. We pranked at university, just out of boredom, sometimes out of frustration. In our residence halls, the food budget ran low toward the end of the year and cafeteria staff kept serving up bread rolls and salad for lunch, every day, for about three weeks. A group of us started taking rolls away in our backpacks and one night we made them into a giant banner that spelled out "What's for lunch?" and put it up above the servery. Unfortunately it was already gone by the time most people came down for breakfast, but a couple of dozen people out of a hundred had a good laugh. We also had a rivalry with the neighbouring halls and snuck over one night and painted all the toilet seats with sugar syrup. Ah, youth.
  • I used to sell agriculture textbooks to that high school. Just goes to show you that nothing good can ever some out of having that "Peter Brady" hairdo.
  • Some friends of mine, in grade ten, gave our science teacher a Christmas present of bread sticks, Vaseline, and an enema kit. Didn't get in trouble because the teacher didn't understand what it was about. No joke.
  • My high school had a tradition whereby every year some of the seniors would try to get a cow up to the third floor. Never happened, security always got 'em. They should have put a calf up there early in the school year and feed it by tossing hay up to the roof. Instant classic!
  • That prankster didn't get a diploma. You know, I love baseball. Adore it. I only half-jokingly refer to it as God's favorite sport. I consider it to be blessed by the angels of athletics, the closest thing to chess that any sport has ever achieved, a thinking man's game, a game of millimeters, a game of legends bigger than Paul Bunyan and dreams kissed up to God or cast into the pit of hell. I believe it to be just this side of Art. But that principal is a walking dickhole who's overly obsessed with a game.
  • That prankster didn't get a diploma. That principal is a TOTAL walking dickhole. I can't believe it. It's actually mildly funny, and GramMa ain't easily amused by so-called pranks. Hope he rots in hell.
  • That prankster didn't get a diploma. That principal is a TOTAL walking dickhole. I can't believe it. It's actually mildly funny, and GramMa ain't easily amused by so-called pranks. Hope he rots in hell.
  • Na, that was over the top. Guess I'm just tired--long day at work. Hope his armchair catches fire and fries his nuts. There. Is that better?
  • Hey, it's not fair to say he's a walking dickhole without knowing him better! He COULD be a papaplegic!
  • You know, I love baseball. I believe that baseball is a sport that would be improved by the introduction of firearms. Of course, I feel that way about most sports. Sports proves that neanderthalls still breed.
  • ROBOT HOUSE!!!!
  • Cheese it!
  • I believe that baseball is a sport that would be improved by the introduction of firearms. Of course, I feel that way about most sports. Only if they were used on the haters.
  • When I was at law school, some guys ploughed the football field. That didn't go over too well. For the most part, anyway. Some of us were quite cheesed that the add-on fees for the football equipment fund, for the football travel fund, for the new stadium levy and old stadium retirement surcharge and football promotions endowment contributions was equal to half our tuition. So the administration could claim not to have raised tuition, but then it was all the add-ons that were killing us. But that's another story.
  • I'm putting you all on double secret probation!
  • I had my fingers, toes, and knees, and eyes crossed, which protects me from your double-secret probabtion. neener neener boo boo
  • *pantses Koko*
  • TOGA!!! TOGA!!! TOGA!!!
  • *reminds everyone it's not going to be an orgy, it's a toga party*
  • My favorite bit: "Today it's a naked homeless man," said homeless advocate Aladdin Beshir. "Tomorrow it could be a dead homeless man."
  • All my sheets are printed. Can I still come to the toga party?
  • Real life toga! Neidermeyer is involved.
  • "Niedermeyerrrrrrr!!!?????" "Dead!"