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Our home was on a corner. Our immediate neighbors included three boys. Their dad had a pick up truck. He never parked it in the yard. The bright street light was across the road from our home.
On nights when the parents were out, the guys would stuff an old wallet with paper, tie a cord, place it on our corner and hide either behind the pick up or in the back of it. Folks walking or riding a bike fell for this regularly. As soon as they touched the wallet, the cord would be pulled.
Every freaking teenager within range would howl with laughter. There were more than a few near heart attacks not to mention embarrassment.
We all remember this - it is still hysterically funny to us. Life was so damn simple back then. 😀😀
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wcmagumba
(5,571 posts)for a car passing his house and roll the hubcap so the driver could see it and then we would run out, grab the hubcap and run, we got chased a few times and when the driver finally realized he still had all his hubcaps, listen to the cursing...the other prank when I was about the same age was to go to the local high school football game where there was a concrete ramp up and down from the outside into the stands and casually toss a few metal washers down that ramp when folks were coming in or out and watch people chase the washers, thinking they were coins, we were scamps...
malaise
(292,481 posts)😀
berniesandersmittens
(13,072 posts)Superglued a quarter to the floor in the hall.
malaise
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Beatlelvr
(775 posts)Then hiding in bushes. If anyone did that to me now, I'd be really pissed.
malaise
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PikaBlue
(420 posts)I was gifted a Patty Play Pal doll when I was four years old. For those who aren't familiar with that brand of doll, they were basically life size dolls. My particular doll looked very much like me, especially the hair. One night, I dressed the doll in my pajamas, tucked her into my bed, and then hid in my bedroom closet waiting for my dad to come in to kiss me goodnight. My mother always came in later and she was not as unflappable as my dad so I didn't target her for this prank. I wasn't disappointed with this "joke". My father thought the doll was me and that I was dead. Watching an unflappable, ex marine DI and WWII Pacific Island "clean up crew member" (euphemism for being dropped solo on remote islands occupied by a few Japanese soldiers who were shooting down our planes and giving away troop movements with the goal of unaliving them by any means necessary) , lose his composure was quite amusing. Before you judge that prank as cruel, I should share that I was raised in a home filled with love, laughter, creativity, and humor. Practical jokes were a source of delight and were so treasured that they often become part of graveside eulogies. When I look back on my early life, I remember so much laughter and so much positivity even when times were difficult. Laughter will always be my light in the darkness.
Poor dad 😀
PikaBlue
(420 posts)It didn't occur to me that, in a darkened room, he would think I was dead. That was a bonus round for me.
True Dough
(25,739 posts)They had a BIG floor-model television. It was Christmas and, at age 7 or thereabouts, I was alone in the living room while my folks and grandparents were still conversing around the dining room table.
I grabbed a strand of tinsel off the Christmas tree. I was twirling it around and it got close to the TV screen. I realized that the static electricity made the tinsel stick to the screen. I also saw that it looked very much like a crack.
So I stuck the entire strand to the screen and called my father into the living room.
He came around the corner and I pointed at the TV screen. I looked at him and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
His eyes were as big as saucers. There's no way he could have afforded to replace that television at that time.
Then I showed him it was a prank. The funny part is that dad was a prankster himself, but it took him quite a while to admit that he saw any humor in my little stunt that day.
malaise
(292,481 posts)Good one 😀
MiHale
(12,587 posts)The closet door was directly above and to the right of her bed next to her pillow. As she sat on the side of the bed getting ready to slip under the covers, I slowly, quietly pushed the door open
then fell as formlessly as I could straight to the floor with a loud crash
I can still hear her bloodcurdling scream.
She still punches me when we retell the story.
Phoenix61
(18,697 posts)sewed a counselor into his hammock. When he went to get out he rolled over like a sausage on the grill. Still makes me laugh thinking about it. He never did figure out who did it.
malaise
(292,481 posts)😀😀
Hey Joe
(391 posts)At lunchtime we had hotdogs on this particular day, and I thought it would be brilliant fun to play with my food. I took the hotdog and stuck it up from the edge of the table and jiggled it like it was my, uh, you know.
All the boys thought it was hilarious fun and we all laughed and laughed.
In the middle of the next class however there was a knock at the door, a secretary who came to take me to the assistant principal. Seems a lunchroom monitor spotted my routine and I got three HARD whacks with his big paddle.
Shuffled back to class with tears in my eyes and a burned buttocks.
There was no repeat performance.
😀
Dorothy V
(457 posts)It was the 5th grade, and the school was in the Mojave Desert. October, overcast skies, noon recess. Friend and I spot a tarantula out on the playground, no doubt a male looking for a lady tarantula. Now, I am scared of spiders, much less tarantulas, but my buddy got a gleam in her eye, nudged the spider into her lunchbox, and the plot was hatched! There was a boy who had been bedeviling us, and with me as lookout, she slipped into our classroom and put the tarantula in his desk!
Class starts, the boy opens his desk, and promptly lets out a scream that was surely heard plumb to Vegas! The teacher runs up, takes one look, and her scream was no doubt heard from Berdoo to Albuquerque! Pandemonium! Screams and yells and the class bolting for the door! The school custodian had to come and de-tarantula the kid's desk.
Unfortunately my buddy and I gave ourselves away by laughing our fool heads off. Swats in the office and then more trouble at home. It was worth it though!
That boy never bothered us again.
malaise
(292,481 posts)and also won that day.
Grim Chieftain
(1,187 posts)When I was a little girl of seven or eight, my best friend and I were playing in her front yard when we heard the music from the ice cream truck a block or two away. We didn't have any money, so we decided to grab some ketchup from the fridge and slather ourselves with it and lay spread eagle in the yard, The hope was the ice cream truck driver would see two kids covered with "blood" and give us some ice cream to revive us. Yep. It happened.
malaise
(292,481 posts)It worked