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From davidv@sco.COM Sat Dec 2 09:53:06 1989
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From: davidv@sco.COM (David Vangerov)
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Subject: Super Collection of Practical Jokes (part 1 of 4)
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here it is, as promised (and requested), 3500 lines of practical
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(and not so practical) jokes that folks have played. my thanks
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to davidbe@sco.com for editing the thing oh so long ago. due to
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the fact that it got edited, attributions have been lost in this
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file, but somwhere in the depths of my account i have the orginal
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headers and what not (360K or so, compared to 170K for this file).
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enjoy...
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<This batch as of 2/10/87>
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One joke that we did in residence was the Chinese Fire Drill,
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I don't quite know why it is called that. Anyway..
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The victim is on the pot in the dorm washroom. Everyone grabs a bucket
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(we used the waste baskets from our rooms) and fills the buckets with
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water. Take a paper bag and set it on fire, toss it under the door into the
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stall. Yell fire as everyone tosses the water into the stall. Needless to say
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the fire as well as the victim get very wet.
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This one fellow in the house was hit a number of times and took to relieving
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himself in other locals. We followed him a couple of times and nailed him
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in many parts of the residence.
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Later of course we conspired with our victim to get back at the
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original instigator of the drill. The guy in the stall had a bucket of water,
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and when the the instigator tossed the bag in we all hit him.
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*********
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It is common for draftsmen to sprinkle SCUMEX (powdered rubber
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eraser) on tracings prior to doing any drawing on it. This reduces
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smearing of the pencil marks and such and results in a cleaner
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tracing.
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At a former employers we had replaced the Scumex at one draftsmans
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desk with dried parmesian cheese. It looked about the same. It was
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extremely interesting watching him draw for a while and then begin
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to smell the paper. Took the poor dude almost 10 minutes to guess
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that he had been gigged!
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*********
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I just pulled one on somebody -- I slipped some of those anti-
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shoplifting strips into the lining of the victim's favorite
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jacket. I was set to pull another one, but didn't get the chance
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- to cut out a silhouette of a gun from metal and hide it in a
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piece of carry-on luggage.
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*********
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Two teachers at my high school started a practical joke war
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that culminated in a junk mail war of huge proportions. They
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finally called a truce and got it cleared up and the mail stopped,
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EXCEPT for the military mail that one had signed the other one up
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for. He wrote (honestly) that he had graduated from a fine college
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and was interested in the Marines, Air Force, etc. etc.
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When I left, about two years after this, he was still
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getting PHONE CALLS from 2-4 times a month.... they were VERY
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persistant even over he (loud) objections that he was 45 and not
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interested in a career change...
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New secretary (second day on the job) answers telephone as is told in
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official tones: "This is the phone company. We are testing a new
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circuit wiring scheme in your offices. Please keep everyone off the
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phones for the next 10 minutes. We will be verifying the correct wiring
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of your system by passing HOT STEAM through the wires. Instruct your
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employees to place their phones on the floor, or, better yet, wrap them
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in towels to avoid scalding themselves. We will advise you when the
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tests are complete *click*" After momentary panic, the secretary begins
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a frenzied "Paul Revere" routine, running from desk to desk while
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glancing frequently at her watch. Just as the 10 minutes are about up,
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she bursts into her boss's office (while he is in the midst of an
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important long-distance call) and, screaming, grabs the receiver from
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his hand and flings the whole phone under his desk...
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*********
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Tell someone you can pin a glass of water to the wall --
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a real glass, not a paper cup, using an ordinary straight
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pin. Naturally they won't believe, so you set out to
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prove it.
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Get a glass of water and a pin. Hold the glass up to the
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wall and start to pin it up. And then drop the pin.
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You've got the glass in position just right, so you ask
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your victim real nice to get the pin for you. When they
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bend down to pick it up, dump the water on their head.
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This works especially well when there's a crowd of people watching.
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It can also be very dangerous for the joker, so be careful if you
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try it.
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*********
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one time in my undergrad days, it was snowing like mad
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out. someone decided it was time a make a snowball. then
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someone else suggested that we should put this snowball in
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this one guy's room-- nobody liked this guy-- so when the
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word got around, half the people in our dorm section came
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out and help! we got this sucker so BIG that it must be
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at least 4 feet in diameter. it took about 6 person to haul
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the darn thing up 3 flights of stairs. we got the snowball
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into this guy's room while he was out, turn off the heat in
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the room and left all the windows open, so the snowball
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won't melt too fast. well... the turkey came back 3 hours
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later and found a HUGH snowball sitting in the middle of his
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room, and started melting! I still have the picture of the
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snowball. (if you really wonder how big the snowball is,
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just imagine a snowball the size of a normal dinning room
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chair!)
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*********
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This reminds me of a similar stunt we used to enjoy at the dining hall
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in my undergrad days. The food service used opaque plastic salt and
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pepper shakers with pop-off tops that could be pried off with a knife
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blade if you were persistent enough.
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PREPARATION (in a restroom nearby): (1) Empty salt ( or pepper) from a
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previously 'acquired' container and fill about 1/3 full with
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concentrated lemon juice. (2) Place a thin tissue across the opening,
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poke it down a bit to form a depression, and fill the depression with
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about a teaspoon of baking soda. (3) Cover (from the inside) the
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holes of the top with tape of the appropriate color. (4) Replace top
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on container and trim visible tissue from around the top.
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Carry the device to dining hall (upright and as stable as is
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possible... for your own sake).
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After discretely placing the shaker on your table (only place it near
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to you... see caveat #1 below), observe the next person to use the
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salt (pepper). (S)He will shake lightly at first, then harder as
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nothing comes out. Due to the breakdown of the tissue and the pressure
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resulting from the classic acid/base reaction, the top will pop off
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(quite spectacularly) amidst a shower of foam. Your victim (as will as
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everyone around) should have quite a reaction, since one does not
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usually observe this type of behavior in a salt (pepper) shaker!
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CAVEATS: 1. The top will come off with some force. If the holes are
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sealed well, this will happen on about the second or third shake.
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Once, though, due to poor sealing, it took about 5 seconds, during
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which time our victim started looking at the shaker to examine the
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"foamy stuff coming out" of the holes... we quickly grabbed the shaker
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>from her to direct the top towards the ceiling before it went off. So,
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watch carefully!
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2. The "foam shower" (lemon juice & soda) may ruin you victim meal...
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be prepared to pop for another one.
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3. Don't do this if your victim or anyone near ground zero is dressed
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up (this joke will flop at board meetings and the like).
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*********
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This joke has been done 50 (yes, 50) years ago by my father-in-law.
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First, a little background:
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He lived in a small village, north-west of Quebec City along the St-Laurent
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river. In those days, toilets were located outside the house in what
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we call in good ol' french canadian 'becosse', from 'back house' I think.
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These are a little wood shack with no floor over a hole in the ground
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where you ... You can guess.
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Now, for the joke:
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He and a friend were thrown out of a party by the doorman.
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When it was really dark,, the doorman went to investigate what was
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knocking at the window. They had suspended a rock to the window
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frame so it hung right it the middle and tied another string
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to the rock and hid behind the 'becosse' where they pulled
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that second string to make the rock knock in the window.
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That's an old trick. The doorman wouldn't fall for that one. So
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he followed the second string in the dark
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and soon concluded that they were hidding behind the 'becosse'.
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He ran toward the merely visible wood structure...
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But my father-in-law and his friend had taken care of moving the
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shack six feet ... Boy he fell in the sh*t !!
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*********
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This one hasn't come up despite the presence of UCLA on the net. I'm
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led to the sad conclusion that the tradition has died.
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In the mid '70s, just before it was overrun by fanatic Dungeons &
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Dragons (tm) players, the UCLA Computer Club was host to a long series
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of "glitter traps." Example: joke subject sits at a desk, pulls out a
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drawer. A string runs from the back of the drawer, up the wall, into
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the false ceiling, over to a spot directly over the subject's head,
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where it triggers the trap: a mousetrap whose action snaps a card away
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>from its position covering a funnel, releasing a handful of glitter,
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which flows down the funnel, through its spout, through a hole in the
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ceiling acoustic tile, onto the subject. It was wonderful to watch: a
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muffled snapping noise, a quiet "chuff," and the slow, glittery descent
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of a cloud of brightly colored dust, to settle over the head and
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shoulders of a club member who by now has assumed an expression of
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appreciative resignation.
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Another, more short-lived ploy was to suspend a wooden horseshoe by a
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string from the ceiling in the corridor, such that the horseshow
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dangles a couple of inches above the top of an upright broom. Most
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conventional brooms will stand on their straws with a little coaxing.
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We attached a sign labeling the horseshow "wood magnet." Quite a few
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people took it at face value.
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Another Cow joke I attribute to my 'Ol chemestry prof was the placement of
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a cow onto the roof. I would presume a fairly storng roof, but once up
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there it would be hard to hide the fact to the cow that any direction would
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be down.
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Another pratical joke involved the use of outhouses. Once the target has
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established himself you take up the slack on the attached rope which has
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been measured to set up tremendious harmonics in the structure. When the
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rope transfers your strumming to the outhouse, it usually falls apart with
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a most revieling nature..
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I was once in a nice family-style restaurant when I observed
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some kids supergluing the dishes to the table. They also attached
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the silverware, napkins, salt, pepper, etc. If it wasn't already nailed down,
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it was now. They stayed long enough to let the glue set, and then paid and
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left. They watched as the poor busboy tried to get the stuff off of the table.
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Also funny is supergluing a quarter to the sidewalk. I know its old,
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but in the city, with the diverse types of people around, it gets really
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amusing. I watched this old lady whack at it with her cane for about 10 min.
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cursing......
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A few months ago I saw a newspaper clipping which told of a newspaper in
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Illinois (I think...) which ran a story warning consumers that, on such-and-
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such day, Illinois Bell would be "blowing the dust out of the phone lines" and
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that all phone owners should cover the earpiece of their phones with a bag to
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catch the dust.
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Bell made them print a retraction, after receiving numerous calls asking
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what sort of bag to use ...
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People, they is amazing.
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When I was in college our RA told us of a good one that (supposedly)
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some friends had pulled a couple of years earlier. These two guys made
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up a concoction of all kinds of left overs, semi-pureed it in a blender,
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and filled a hot water bottle with it. One of them took the hot water
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bottle, taped it to his stomach inside of his shirt and put a short
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piece of hose into the top so that it came up to the front of his shirt
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collar, but not visible. They both went to a local pub and sat at the
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bar, acting already slightly intoxicated. After having a couple of beers
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the guy with the hot water bottle says that he is feeling sick a couple
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of times and "barfs" VERY loudly all over the bar to attract attention.
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Naturally this causes the patrons to move away from him, all except his
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buddy, who calmy pulls a fork out of his coat pocket and begins EATING
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the stuff. ;-) I don't know how true it is, but I'd love to have been
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there watching faces if it was...
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I can't resist a few:
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1. Once you have stolen a dormmate's room keys, the room is yours to
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plunder. As a variation, steal the dorm keys but reverse the lock
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(so the keyhole faces INTO the room); we had a mechanical engineer
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who got this down to about 20 seconds. Then loudly announce to the
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victim you own the keys, but "let" them win the race back to their
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room. PRESTO! Locked inside their own room (with no keys). If
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you've fixed the phone to continually ring, they get very pliable
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after about 10 minutes.
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2. We connected our secretary's electric typewriter to a variac (can
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vary the line voltage). At about 40-50 volts (out of the 110)
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the little ball makes three or four jerky attempts before finally
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striking a faint imprint. Fairly pathetic looking, actually.
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3. Reverse the horizontal yoke leads on terminals (so the text comes
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out backwards from right to left). This works best on a software
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team who thinks they have just released the firmware for screen
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drivers. Besides, hardware people figure it out too quickly.
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4. Hand lotion inside of an air hose on the final assembly line is
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effective, but very vindictive. Use with caution (now, I'm not
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saying I ever did this, but I "saw" it done once :-)
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And the standard saran wrap across women's toilets, Karo syrup, flour in
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the shower, water-filled surgical tubing jammed in a drawer....ah, for
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the good old days!!
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*********
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One night when you have a few friends around, take turns calling the
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same phone number, a really obnoxious acquaintance that won't
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recognize your voices is always a good choice. When the person
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answers, try to leave a message for John Smith (or any name that
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sounds real). Insist that you have the right number and even read
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their number to them. Have a bit of fun here, and stretch this on as
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long as possible. Repeat several times, once or twice an hour. Let
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everybody have a turn at calling. Just as the party is breaking up,
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call one last time. Tell the poor soul answering the phone that you
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are John Smith, and ask "Are there any messages for me?" This is sure
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to get a groan.
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*********
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Seven friends once pulled this at my college cafeteria.
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One put a hot water bottle filled with pea soup down his chest;
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he sat at the head of a table, with the other six friends
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sitting along the sides.
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When the cafeteria was pretty full of people,
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he made a loud noise (to attract attention),
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stood up, bent over and squeezed his chest.
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This caused a huge gush of green liquid to spew all over the table;
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the other six immediately began to eat this green liquid.
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I think a lot of food went uneaten that night.
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Here's one that my roommate and myself did to a residence buddy. One
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morning (early) we taped together a bunch of sheets of newspaper to cover
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the victims doorframe. Then taped this big sheet over the doorframe which
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left a gap of about two or three inches between the sheet and the door.
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Then we filled the gap with paper balls right to the top of the doorway.
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When he opened the door he was showered with a barrage of paper balls (makes
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a nice mess too!) Of course, the door has to swing in for this to work!
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My roommate was (and is) rather inventive and can be quite nasty. He buttered
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all of the toilet seats in our wing of the residence (fortunately told me
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first). He also buttered doorknobs at one point. We wrapped celophane over
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the toilet bowl then replaced the seat: this one can be really messy!
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Try this: hang a shower curtain out a window. When the person below reaches
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out and pulls it in, pour a bucket of water onto the shower curtain. Listen
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to hear the results. Requires a nosy neighbor below you.
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Six friends of mine and myself tried a less complicated version of the classic
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dismantling of a car and putting it back together somewhere strange. We lifted
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a friends car that was parked between two other cars and turned it so that the
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front and back end were facing the neighboring cars. This posed quite a problem
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for our friend when he decided to go home. Requires either a small car or a lot
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of very strong people! :-) I take no responsibility for any back injuries that
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result from this. Of course I take no responsibility for any of my actions. :-)
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There are, of course, some fairly standard pranks that are pulled in residence.
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Typically, people are shafted on their birthday which is therefore a hazardous
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date to reveal. Total demolition of a room is quite common, but lacks any real
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humor. A common shaft is to remove everything from the victims room and set it
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up somewhere else exactly as it was. The best examples I saw of this were: a
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room moved to the roof of a science building, a room moved to the front
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courtyard of the residence (really funny when it started to snow!) and a room
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moved to the dining hall.
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When I was younger, I had a practical joke genius for a working companion. We
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both worked in the same computer store for a while. He left and became manager
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of another store. I remember receiving an envelope with his firms return address
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on it. Inside was a very silly brochure. I said aloud "There has to be something
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else in this envelope". So I looked and of course there was a sheet of paper.
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It read "No there is nothing else in this envelope!" I could never get him back
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for anything that he pulled but he was an inspiration. The last practical joke
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that I will relate was one that he taught me and it requires a bit of time to
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prepare. First you need: iodine cristals and some amonium hydroxide. Mix the
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two together and a brown sludge will form. Drain off the excess liquid and let
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the sludge dry. The result? Snap powder, a pressure sensitive explosive. Just
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sprinkle this on the floor and watch people's reactions. Its quite amusing.
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*********
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I have lived in several different houses with a bunch of guys. Needless
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to say things got pretty rowdy sometimes and many were victims of some
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pretty funny jokes. One of the favorites as I recall (and still is) is
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to go into the bathroom while the victim is taking a shower, and pour
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a bucket of extreeeemmmlly cold water on them over the top of the
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shower curtain. This is quite a shocking experience, and if you are
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fast enough you can get away before the victim finds out you did it.
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I remember one guy I lived with getting this all the time. One time
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he got sick of putting up with it and jumped out of the shower into
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the hall squirting shampoo at everyone in sight. The next time this
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happened the guys were ready with a camera to take pictures of him as
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he ran out of the bathroom. These pictures were later shown at his
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bachelor party.
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*********
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1) Got a neighbor that's a real pain in the ass? Do they have a
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lawn? Do they have a garden that's accessible? Yes to all the
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above? Great! Go out and get yourself some grass-killer and fill
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the suckers hose with the stuff. Then sit back and wait for them
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|
water their lawn! Nuff said?
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2) Does the person that you want to get even with drink red wine? If
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so, have I got one for you! Get yourself some Neutral Red, a water
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soluble, crystalline, red dye. Mix some into the persons wine and
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|
wait for them to take a leak. (Nuetral Red comes out as red as it
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goes in, and people have a tendancy to get really nervous when they
|
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|
start pissing what they think is blood!
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3) (I'm surprised nobody mentioned this one yet.) Go to a pet shop and
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buy a fancy looking pet collar and leash. Then, the next time you
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see a dead animal in the road, attach the leash and collar setup
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to its neck. Attach the whole thing to revengees rear bumper, making
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|
sure to toss dead animal under the car so it won't be seen. When
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|
revengee drives away, chances are he/she will be stopped by either a cop
|
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|
or a member of some animal lovers group for draggin some poor defenseless
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|
pet down the road. Either way, they are gonna have some awful quick
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|
explaining to do!
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4) Last, but certainly not least, is a great stink bomb. This one takes
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|
a bit of time for preparation, so it's not too good for spontaneous
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|
revenge. (But it's worth the time!) Get a quart jar with a rubber seal.
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|
(Mason jars work quite well.) Pour about 1/4 to 1/2 inch of crystal Drano
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along with about an inch or so of warm water into the jar. Place the
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lid on the jar and allow the mixture to sit in a warm place for about an
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|
hour. Take the lid off and add six egg whites, (no yokes). Add a quarter
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|
cup of Methylene Blue, then fill the jar to within an inch of the top
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|
with water. Seal the jar tightly and allow to sit for four to six weeks.
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|
(I warned you it takes a while!) When the 'bomb' is ready to use, you
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|
can either throw it like a molitov(sp?) cocktail, or shake it up and
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|
pour the contents out, making damn sure you don't get any on yourself.
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|
The results have to be seen, or is that smelled, to be beleived!
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|
*********
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|
Is everyone out in net land familiar with Sensormatic? They are the company
|
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|
that make the large plastic clips that set off alarms when you exit a
|
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|
department store. I used to work for a department store and the is what
|
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|
we did.
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|
Open up the clip and remove the shiny piece of paper. It is about an inch
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|
long and about half an inch wide. This is the "thingy" (that is the technical
|
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|
word for it) that sets off the alarm. This "thingy" is easy to insert into
|
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|
a pen case, lining of a jacket ...
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|
|
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|
We did this to a co worker and needless to say, he had problems wearing a
|
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|
particular jacket to work.
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|
*********
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|
We have various local spots where the teenagers park, cruise, hold drag
|
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|
races, drink beer etc. We happen to own a white 1983 Dodge Diplomat,
|
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|
the exact kind of car used by the State Patrol around here as well as
|
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|
many law enforcement agencies nationwide. (Actually our car WAS a
|
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|
state patrol car, but that's another story). Anyway, my brother in
|
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|
law, who is a cruiser, would occasionally borrow this car and drive it
|
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|
down to the cruising spots. Needless to say, when they saw him coming
|
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|
there was brief but furious activity. He finally had to stop doing
|
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|
this because it made his friends so mad.
|
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|
|
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|
People hate to pass us on the freeway too. It is not unusual to see
|
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|
some Camaro or Porche come zipping along through traffic until he is
|
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|
about 2 car lengths behind us, then decelerate to a perfect 55.00 miles
|
|||
|
per hour. It takes him about 10 seconds to look us over, decide we
|
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|
aren't in uniform, notice that we don't have state license plates, and
|
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|
make up his mind. He will then typiclaly test how fast his car will
|
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|
accelerate to about 90 mph.
|
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|
|
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|
*********
|
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|
|
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|
They had a 'witchy' old lady next door that was constantly complaining
|
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|
about everything and everyone in the neighborhood. After one really good
|
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|
round about kids and pets messing up her spotless front yard, my buddies
|
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|
planned what turned out to be a better joke than they originally thought.
|
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|
Juvenile as we all were, they planned to write some dirty words in her
|
|||
|
meticulously-groomed front lawn with some kind of powder that would stand
|
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|
out. The only thing they could find was some Ortho Super-Gro Lawn Food
|
|||
|
(white powdery stuff). They wrote the message in the dead of night, and
|
|||
|
next morning it was bold and white for the world to see.
|
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|
The 'kicker' came after. She came out, saw the graffiti, and immediately
|
|||
|
grabbed a hose and WATERED IT OFF!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
To this day, those sections of grass are just a little bit greener than
|
|||
|
everything around them, and the words can STILL be read!
|
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|
|
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|
********
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
This reminds me of a story that a former roommate related to me. In college
|
|||
|
he and a group of friends got revenge on complete strangers. ....Well, let
|
|||
|
me set up the situation.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Y'know how sometimes you gotta park real far away from your destination
|
|||
|
because certain types of people like to take up two parking spaces...?
|
|||
|
Well, he and his friends got a little ticked about this, especially during
|
|||
|
weekends at the school. One day, they decided to get even with every
|
|||
|
"#@@#$#@$&&*" that took up "their" space. They turned the car sideways.
|
|||
|
As he said, "He wanted that space so bad, now he can have it for a loooong
|
|||
|
time!"
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
*********
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
In a similar vein, tell your victim that you have a test of coordination
|
|||
|
you would like him to try with you. Find a door with a fairly large crack
|
|||
|
between the door and the wall when the door is open. (You know, over by
|
|||
|
the hinges; across the width of the door from the doorknob...) You need an
|
|||
|
egg (NOT hard-boiled), and a wood floor (you don't want the egg cracking on
|
|||
|
carpeting, do you??). Now, have your victim get on the opposite side of
|
|||
|
the door from you, and put 2 fingers through the door. Hand him the egg,
|
|||
|
in those two fingers. Working with him, trade the egg back and forth a
|
|||
|
couple of times, moving UP the door frame. After you have his confidence,
|
|||
|
leave. He will be trapped there, holding this egg by two fingers through
|
|||
|
the door. If he lets go and nobody takes the egg, it will crash to the
|
|||
|
floor. Best to do in the person's own room.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
*********
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
A few years ago some members of the infamous Dartmouth Outing Club pushed
|
|||
|
an occupied one-seat outhouse off its foundations, onto its door. The
|
|||
|
victim tried in vain for a few minutes to roll the entire building onto a
|
|||
|
different side, but soon gave up, as it was too heavy. She then was forced
|
|||
|
to climb out through the seat, and over the pit near the bottom (now side)
|
|||
|
of the outhouse.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The followup to this episode was that some `friends' seized me in the
|
|||
|
middle of the night and tied my feet in a noose suspended in a tree. But
|
|||
|
that's another story.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
*********
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
This practical joke is hearsay. A fellow student some years ago
|
|||
|
related the following. Apparently another student was a bit of
|
|||
|
a braggar. His favourite topic was his car, and one sub-topic
|
|||
|
was the terrific gas milage (pre-metric) it got.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
So it began one evening. Fill up a one-gallon container of gas
|
|||
|
each night and pour it into the victim's gas tank. Wait for the
|
|||
|
story each day to get better and better. Repeat until it cannot
|
|||
|
be taken any more. I believe 2 weeks was sufficient.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Finally the moment (days) of truth. Each night for 2 weeks,
|
|||
|
the effect was reversed, and one gallon of gas was REMOVED from
|
|||
|
the victim's tank. It was amazingly effective at reducing some
|
|||
|
of the stories. I suspect the truth was never revealed to the
|
|||
|
victim.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
*********
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Another harmless practical joke to be played on people living in multiple story
|
|||
|
apartment buildings is as follows:
|
|||
|
Knock on victim's door. Say, "I've got to use your window, someone's about to
|
|||
|
jump from an apartment above yours." Run to window and look outside, but don't
|
|||
|
let victim look.
|
|||
|
At this point your accomplice dumps a rag-filled dummy either from the window
|
|||
|
above or from the roof. The dummy should be fully closed; for added realism put
|
|||
|
some plastic bags of fake blood inside the clothes.
|
|||
|
On the sidewalk below, a third accomplice puts down a plastic sheet, then
|
|||
|
covers it with a sheet painted to resemble the sidewalk. After the body hits,
|
|||
|
let the victim see the gore, then convince him to run down and help while you
|
|||
|
stay and call the ambulance. As soon as the victim has left, signal your
|
|||
|
accomplice to remove the sheets and the dummy and head for some prearranged
|
|||
|
hiding place. Then you leave the apartment and disappear somewhere in the
|
|||
|
building; later, you make your way downstairs and leave.
|
|||
|
The victim will race downstairs expecting to find a dead bloody body and
|
|||
|
will instead see only clean, empty pavement. Of course, it is best done late
|
|||
|
at night since the joke would be spoiled by a passer-by who informed the
|
|||
|
victim of the "body's" fate.
|
|||
|
The fun comes imagining the victim trying to convince the police or anyone
|
|||
|
else of what happened!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
*********
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
In our residence the lounge door can be locked (or unlocked) by any room
|
|||
|
key from the floor. You can also remove the handles from a door (ie the lock
|
|||
|
comes too) and switch the handles.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
We did this to one guy, he was the only one who could lock the door to the
|
|||
|
lounge (we never locked anyway) but everyone could get into his room.
|
|||
|
Every night for a week (at about 3:30 am) someone would go in and do something
|
|||
|
to him while he was asleep (nothing really nasty). As he was a sound sleeper, it
|
|||
|
actually took him a week to figure out what was going on.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Disclaimer: Kids at home, Don't try this.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
*********
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
This one reminded me of a joke some of the guys on our floor pulled on another
|
|||
|
guy while he was in the shower. While he was in the shower, they took all his
|
|||
|
clothes and even his towel and hung them outside in the hall (over water
|
|||
|
pipes in the ceiling - we were in the basement). I don't know how long he
|
|||
|
stayed in there and/or whether or not someone ever gave him back his clothes.
|
|||
|
The worst part of this one was that there were 2 shower stalls in the bathroom -
|
|||
|
and I happened to be in the other one; it could of happened to me!!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
*********
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
In my younger days, while employed at a warehouse, I was the butt
|
|||
|
of the usual practical jokes directed at newcomers.(Fetch me a light-bulb
|
|||
|
repair kit, son;etc) As days passed, I noticed that one of my antagonists
|
|||
|
was actually afraid of his terminal. This was at the time when the press
|
|||
|
was full of accounts of the dangers of X-rays from color TV's, and this
|
|||
|
guy was deathly afraid of the noise made by the high-voltage section of the
|
|||
|
CRT as it warmed up. Each morning he sat in his swivel chair, coffee in his
|
|||
|
left hand, and with the chair as far as possible away from the terminal, used
|
|||
|
his right hand to quickly flick the ON switch, and then jerked it away from
|
|||
|
THE CERTAIN DEATH THAT AWAITED. After the racket settled down, he would wheel
|
|||
|
up to the terminal and commence operations.
|
|||
|
This situation was too good for yours truly to pass up. I went upstairs
|
|||
|
and pulled out a stock item, a stadium buzzer, used by high schools on the
|
|||
|
football fields to announce the end of a quarter. I came in early the next
|
|||
|
morning and installed it in one of his file boxes, near the terminal. I ran the
|
|||
|
wires out to the next office via a pass-thru, and alerted all of the staff
|
|||
|
(but him) of what was about to transpire.
|
|||
|
He entered the room, coffee in hand, and sat in his chair. All others
|
|||
|
were heads-down in work. He adjusted his chair to the proper distance, reached
|
|||
|
way out for the switch, and as soon as he pulled, I plugged in the cord. As the
|
|||
|
buzzer sounded, he assumed the facial expressions of one who has seen death
|
|||
|
reaching it's skeltal fingers to snatch him from the land of the living.
|
|||
|
Coffee flew to the ceiling, and for a few brief seconds before hitting the
|
|||
|
opposite wall, a new world land speed record for backward swivel-chair
|
|||
|
operation was established!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
*********
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Preface: The person that this is played on must be someone who really
|
|||
|
deserves it because it takes several people to pull off. He must
|
|||
|
also live on the first floor of his dorm. It must also occur in the winter
|
|||
|
in a suitably cold and barren area like Dartmouth.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PHASE 1:
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
We did this trick to someone we found very difficult to live with.
|
|||
|
When the victim was away from his room we began to pile up a large amount of
|
|||
|
snow outside of his window. The conditions were perfect. His window was
|
|||
|
divided into two sections. One didn't open, the other (in theory) swung
|
|||
|
outward like a door. The snow was wet and packed heavily and easily.
|
|||
|
(On colder days a hose may be used to harden the snow.) We built a huge
|
|||
|
pile of snow which reached six or eight feet back from the part of his
|
|||
|
window that swung. We then, as a demoralizing factor, put a cosmetic layer
|
|||
|
of snow which completely covered the section which didn't open.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
When we had finished the outside work we went into his room and closed his
|
|||
|
shade and curtain so that he would not notice what we had done until it was
|
|||
|
too late.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PHASE 2:
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
We then waited for him to come home. Luckily his room was on a side of the
|
|||
|
dorm away from the entrance so that our work wasn't visible from the approach.
|
|||
|
He arrived and entered his room. We listened outside his door until we
|
|||
|
heard his shade go up and a sudden "What the F--K?" as only pure, white
|
|||
|
snow was visible through the window. At this point we wedged a paperback
|
|||
|
book between his door and the frame. (Similar to using pennies, but more
|
|||
|
effective.)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
We then sat back and listened as he started towards the door. "Allright, who
|
|||
|
put all the snow outside my...what the F--K? OPEN THIS DOOR!"
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The show got more exciting as he, thinking that he could still just go out the
|
|||
|
window, walked over, opened his curtain, tried to open the window, and became
|
|||
|
aware of the magnitude of the problem facing him. He had no phone, and so
|
|||
|
could not call the campus police to come help him. His neighbors would
|
|||
|
not heed his cries, because most of them had assisted us with the trick.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
We eventually released him, but only after he had come to the realization that
|
|||
|
he needed to be more considerate of those living around him, or else face
|
|||
|
living out the rest of a prematurely shortened life in a small, snow
|
|||
|
covered dorm room.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
*********
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
My favorite dorm practical joke involved collecting newspapers for about 3
|
|||
|
months by everyone. When a guy on my floor had a three hour lab we crumpled
|
|||
|
up newspapers and completely filled his room from floor to ceiling.
|
|||
|
When he returned, he had to go in through in the bathroom, and wasn't even able
|
|||
|
to get the door open far enough to get through.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
*********
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Want some fun times! Heres the way:
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
1. While your friend is sleeping, carefully water down his mattress.
|
|||
|
(If he sleeps in a waterbed, just give it a few punctures)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
2. Take an extension cord, clip off the cube-tap, seperate the wires,
|
|||
|
and strip the two ends, exposing about two inches of bare wire.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
3. Wrap one end around his left big toe, the other on his right.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
4. Stand near an electrical outlet, plug the poor unsuspecting soul in!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
This is a great ice breaker for your new roommate, etc. Cleanup is
|
|||
|
a bit, er, messy, but well worth the gag. You can be guarenteed that
|
|||
|
the victim will be impressed! And think of it: No retaliation! It's
|
|||
|
the perfect practical joke! And to think that nobody's posted it yet.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
*********
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
About nine years ago the book "The Adolescense of P1" was very popular at
|
|||
|
the computer shop where I was employed. In case you don't know, this is
|
|||
|
about a hacker named Gregory and a computer program he wrote which is self-
|
|||
|
perpetuating. Years later he is employed as an honest Systems Analyst and has
|
|||
|
almost forgotten about his "child." Then the system downstairs prints out
|
|||
|
"CALL GREGORY" and locks up ... followed by a thickening plot, some
|
|||
|
humorous, some frightening.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
I worked nights. It wasn't hard to replace the boot file on our system disks
|
|||
|
with another that typed out "CALL GREGORY" before replacing itself with the
|
|||
|
original.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
It's funny that there haven't been more computer practical jokes posted
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here. What a marvelous opportunity the computer affords the practical joker!
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I designed and wrote a point-of-sale system which was first installed in
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1976, after which I left the company. At midnight, December 31, 1977 every
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system in the country stopped whatever it was doing, flashed every light and
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sounded every beeper on every cash register, printed "Happy New Year" on
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every printer, and went back to whatever it was doing. I wonder how that
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happened?
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Some of the least elaborate practical jokes are the most effective. Go with
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a couple of friends, stand near some busy street corner, and take a great
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interest in some point near the top of a tall building, or maybe just up in
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the sky. Watch the reactions of people around you.
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Take an old windowshade, go to a gymnastics show or anywhere else where people
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wear leotards, wait for someone to do a split, and tear the windowshade
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briskly, making a very loud ripping sound ...
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Go to any gag store and get a fake plastic vomit. Put it in a drinking
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fountain. Wet it is amazingly realistic ...
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*********
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Back around 1969 at another university, we had just gotten time sharing
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facilities and because of the unrest (this was about Kent State) we had
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armed guards protecting the computer and the few terminals. It being
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around midnight, I got the guards playing an interactive monopoly game.
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The next evening i was confronted by a VERY upset computer operator.
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Apparently at about 4:00AM one guard landed on Boardwalk and the game
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ended when he didn't have enough money to pay the rent. The guards
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DEMANDED the operator restart the game and bcame more and more upset
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when he couldn't.
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*********
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Recipe for LARGE quantities of soapsuds:
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1. Fill a large bucket with hot water.
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2. Empty contents of one bottle of dishwashing detergent into bucket (Ivory,
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Joy, Dawn, or equivalent).
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3. Drop in a few pounds of dry ice that has been crushed to small pieces.
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4. STAND BACK!
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Recipe will fill a phone booth, or a small room (or even a big one).
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A friend and I once did this in the bed of his truck. While stopped at
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traffic signals the whole bed would fill up to the rim with suds. Then,
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as we would accelerate away from the light, large "chunks" would break loose
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and waft lazily through the air, causing much consternation to the traffic
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behind. On the freeway the result was much smaller pieces of suds billowing
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out of the back of the truck. It looked like a snowstorm! It's funnier to
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see than the description sounds. We were hysterical.
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Also, the soap can be omitted from the above to obtain fog. A phone booth
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that is opaque with dense fog looks pretty strange too.
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*********
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Okay, this is something me and my best friend did to our Comp. Sci.
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teacher senior year of high school.
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We started this joke by getting into heated arguments for a
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week before the actual event and of course everything was building up
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a big head of steam. By this time the other kids knew something was
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up and we let them in on the joke, so now we have about 30 people
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helping in our cause.
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Anyway, on the day of the crime we went to the school's
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dressing room and, since we were both active in the drama club, no one
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asked what we were there for. So, I get ready for the fun by making
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myself a nice layer of plasti-skin and filled it with stage blood.
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Danny, my friend, obtained the services of a prop knife, you know one
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of the ones that retract and we tested the depth of the cut with the
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thickness of the skin, it was right, so now we are set.
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We walk into class seperated by about a minute and we start
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right where we had left off, teh name calling, the pushing and all the
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other aspects of high schoolers that don't like each other. So Danny
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pulls the knife out of his pocket and yells, "That's it Ray, you're
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dead." So he swings at my neck and the knife cuts the plasti-skin and
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the stage blood goes everywhere, I crumple in a gurgling heap and lay
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prone under the table of trash80's. Mr. Waddington comes up and sees
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Danny standing over me with a blood covered knife and sees me
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apparently dead starts to roll me over. I flop over like any good
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corpse and he dabs at the blood now covering my neck and says the line
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I was waiting for, "My God you killed him!" At that moment, I opened
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my eyes and asked him what he was doing. I have heard of peoples
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faces going white and now I saw it.
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After he relised what we had done, he congradulated us on a
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job well done.
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*********
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Where I used to work, one of the group leaders used to have a
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Playboy calender. One of the young ladies who objected to the posting
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did a mastectomy & placed the paper in the phone between the pickup
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and the connection. The phone seemed to be complete, but did not work.
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*********
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One prank I haven't seen listed yet is the one I used to do at summer
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camp and the college dorm. Take the top off the toilet tank. Inside,
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there is usually a vertical plastic pipe about 1 inch in diameter.
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Going into the top of this pipe is a little plastic tube. Turn the
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tube outward and, if it is long enough, then put it toward the toilet
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bowl with the end just sticking out. Replace the tank cover, making
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sure that the little plastic tube is just sticking out. When someone
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flushes, the tube will squirt water.
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One time in Colorado I did this at 3:00am. The guy that got caught
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must have flushed with his elbow while still seated. His back was
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sprayed with ice cold water. His language was abominable, and made
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funnier since this was a Christian camp. Oh well, we're all human.
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*********
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These are computer-related practical jokes played by an old
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acquaintence years ago at a nameless university in Northern
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California. He wisened up and stopped playing them when the
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various administrations of the computer centers found out who
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it was. Sometimes I simply could not believe that he would do
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things like this.
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The first one was probably the worst. The undergraduate computer
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center was being connected to a large terminal lab across campus via
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a long line across campus. This had taken the technical folks who
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worked at the computer center months of planning, pulling cables,
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attaching lines, reconfiguring the system, and so forth.
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It was at about this time that Jack (not his real name), wrote a
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program called "GARB" (short for "Garbage") This program sat in the
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background running at low priority. It would choose a random interval,
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sometimes seconds, sometimes minutes, sleep for that interval, and
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then wakeup. At that point, it would choose a random ASCII character
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and then choose a random terminal on that computer and send the character
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to the terminal. Then it would loop back into its sleep mode until the
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next time it woke up.
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The administration and technical people spent weeks wondering why
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their attempts at connecting cross-campus cables were causing spurious
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data across existing lines, as well as the lines that had been connected.
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They had people out there with the elaborate technical equipment trying
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to trace down the source of the "noise" that was polluting the terminal
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lines with stray characters.
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Quite a while later, they did indeed discover the problem and confronted
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Jack. I'm not sure what happened after that.
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Another thing Jack did, before that, was write a program called "GOD".
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It would patch the running monitor and actually insert a jump into the
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code that performed the logout-job function within the monitor. The
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jump simply took control of the monitor to a patch-area elsewhere
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within memory where a simple comparison took place to see if the
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logout being requested was of any jobs belonging to Jack. If so, it
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simply did a no-op, with an appropriate return-condition indicating
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success (so that the calling program which initiated the system call
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would not know the job had not been logged out). This program, "GOD"
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most came in handy to Jack during the wee morning hours when few
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people used the system but the proverbial "wheel wars" occurred, in
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which enabled superusers with privileges attempted to conquer each other
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in various ways.
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Needless to say, none of the above behavior is tolerated by the
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administration any more, with good reason.
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*********
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Propose to the victim a co-ordination test, and tell him that it has been
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taken by the brightest people around you (quote some scores!). You sit in
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front of the victim and put your palms about twelve inches apart. The victims
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task is very simple. With eyes closed, his palms clasped together, he should
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cautiously take his palms between your palms, remove them, and repeat the
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process. Of course he must not touch your palms otherwise he "looses". Each
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cycle counts as one point and "any average person can get 100 points". As I
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said, tell him the scores of some other people you know.
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Let him paractice a little with his eyes open. Then blindfold him (to avoid
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the "natural" temptation of cheating) and say START. After a while leave. it
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is a hilarious sight to see a person rock his clasped palms back annd forth
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for no obvious reason.
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Be sure to invite many of your friends to witness this sight. You will find
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that this co-ordination test really sounds sincere, and many innocent people
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who listen to you explaining to the chosen victim, actually volunteer to take
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the test before the victim. This gives you a choice of victims to choose from.
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OK, OK... I insisted on taking this test too and made a fool of myself !!
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*********
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1. This one happened impromptu. A group of us were novice UNIX hacks working
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for our department of computer science, all on similar terminals. I had
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written a small program that would transmit a single character at a time to
|
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another terminal. (No big deal, but no one else had tried it.) One guy was
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typing away, and I was making his cursor "wiggle" by pressing the forward and
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reverse arrow keys. He exclaimed that something was wrong with his cursor.
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Another guy picked up on this, and explained that the cursor beam must be loose.
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He gave the right side of the first guy's (John's) terminal a good hard whack,
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I transmitted a carriage return. John laughed, but actually sat there typing
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in (some text), and whacking the side of the terminal every time he needed a
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carriage return, FOR SEVERAL MINUTES. Needless to say, we were hysterical.
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The second guy, (Tim), says "John, watch this!" and put his hand under John's
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desk and gave the underside of the desk another whack: I transmitted a "HOME"
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character, moving the cursor to the top of the screen, again as if the whack
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had moved the cursor. John continues typing, whacking the bottom and side of
|
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the terminal whenever he needs cursor motion. Tim smacks the top of the
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terminal and I transmit a CLEAR key: it looked as if the characters have been
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"knocked off" the screen. John is just about the get the lab manager when
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we clue him in.
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2. I once had a job as a COBOL programmer. A particular program was to
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input no more than 20 items from an operator, and them produce the appropriate
|
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report from them. I asked my boss what the program should do if the
|
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operator wanted more than 20 items to appear in the report. He said, oh,
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that will never happen. But what if it does, I asked. Gruffly, he said,
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have it notify the operator.
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This particular machine had a seriously loud bell (control G) that sounded
|
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like a real bell, plus it was fairly easy to make the screen flash off and on.
|
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I coded it to flash and ring the alarm for a minute. I tried it once and
|
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it was truly alarming. I never heard if anybody tried to enter more than
|
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twenty items, but it is something I think about from time to time ...
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*********
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on the subject of practical jokes on the computer, i pulled the following
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one. when i was in college at new mexico tech (located in socorro, which
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is spanish for help!), i was a programmer for several departments. as a
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result, i was setting up some user interfaces. the machine was a dec 20
|
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(with tops20) and there was a central terminal room with about thirty adm 3s
|
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(now, there is a terminal) in it. anyway, when this 20 went down in a
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controled manner it would send out a warning "dec 20 going down", then
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three dots at one second intervals, then a "p", then go down. when it came
|
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up, it would send out a message "dec 20 coming up", then three dots at
|
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one second intervals, then a "p", then the login header. anyway, the
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victum sat down to use a statistical package (it is so much fun to play with
|
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people whose use canned stat packages). after he had been on for ten
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minutes, he received the dec 20 going down sequence and then his terminal
|
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went dead. so he waited (about five minutes). however, all during this
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time, everyone around him was typing away merrily. finally he asked if
|
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the system had gone down. everyone said no. then he asked the operator.
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again no. then the system manager. he finally brought back the user
|
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servant (someone paid to answer user's questions) back to the terminal.
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they played with the switches, then the user servant scratched his head
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and said "beats me". about this time, the message "dec system 20
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reengaged" appeared on his terminal, then the three dots, then the "p",
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then the message "automatic login in effect, status at crash resumed"
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and he was right where he left off! the program that caused this then
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deleted (and expunged) itself. to this day, i don't think he knows what
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happened to him.
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*********
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Another practical joke under the guise of a co-ordination test is the
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following. Ask your victim to take a quarter and place it on a piece of
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paper. Then ask him to take a pencil, and without removing his finger off
|
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the quarter, to draw a circle around the quarter. Have him repeat the same
|
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exercise with each of his fingers pressing on top of the quarter. Afterwards,
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have him pick up the quarter and rub it along the bridge of his nose. It'll
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then be really funny to watch him walk around with a black line on his face.
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I also have heard of a practical joke that can be done to a person while
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he/she is sleeping. If the person's hand is dipped in warm water, this
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causes a subconscious relaxation of the bladder and causes the person to
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wet his/her bed. I have never tried this, nor have I seen it tried, but I've
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heard it from quite a few people. Has anyone out there ever tried it?
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*********
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This is true. It seems that a colleague and myself are scheduled to
|
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present a paper next month at an AI conference. We've never heard of
|
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the conference nor did we write a paper.
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|
Also, just today I got a letter that begins "Thank you for agreeing to
|
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|
serve as chairperson of the following session at ICASSP-87 in Dallas,
|
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texas." I've never met nor spoke to the person sending the letter nor
|
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did I agree to be a chairperson. Either someone is setting me (us) up
|
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or this is a sneaky way to get volunteers.
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*********
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A computer related practical joke a played in my younger days
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(2 years ago...) was to write an unstoppable program (disabled
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break, ^C, etc...) that would imitate the login procedure. I
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would leave it running on a public terminal and whenever
|
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somebody tried to logon, it would always print the message
|
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'User validation error' (Or whatever message corresponding
|
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|
to the operating system [that was VAX/VMS.] login error)
|
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and loop back.
|
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Meanwhile, the user ID and the password were written in a file
|
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in my directory...
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The only way to get out of the program was to turn off the
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gandalf box.
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*********
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--
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David <"I really was just a Theater Arts major, honest!"> Vangerov
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Disclaimer: These are my opinions, all mine!!! Not SCO's, got that?
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Sysmom of the night: keeping the system safe for the everyday user.
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E-mail: davidv@sco.COM || ...!uunet!sco!davidv || ...!attctc!sco!davidv
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