At my high school,  they (with a teacher's help) brought in 200 pounds of sand and made a cave in the corner of a room.   Put red paper between all the lights and the covers.   Paper covering all the windows.  Built a 8 foot paper mache spider around the teacher's desk.    And put about 500 feet of  thick cotton string under, around and over everything in the room!

 

The town newspaper even took photos of the "Masterpiece"

 

I was a junior and did not participate.

 

It looked very cool!

 

 

 

Dis,  pranks of every variety.

Not just school pranks,  but all pranks.

 

Like the one I played on my brother Paul.

He had gotten out of the Marines about six months prior and was getting his mail at our house.

One item was a subscription to Newsweek magazine.     As a 12 year old boy of course I looked through the magazine.    Inside I found a blank yellow page.

I looked at other magz on the shelf at stores and none of them had that yellow page.

So I wrote (my father sugested a felt tip pen)

 

 

Two weeks went by and then my brother came by to talk with my Dad.   He was very serious,  he told my dad all about it and how he had called the Chicago PD and the FBI and they had investigated and found nothing.

When my brother called them back,  they thought he was an idiot and told him to stop wasting their time!

 

My dad couldn't keep a straight face and so Paul found out his little brother played a prank on him!

 

Hahhahahahaha!!!!!!!!     

 

 

 

That is a good one Luke!!

 

My older brother would always yell fire when the youngest was just getting ready to take a shower.  The youngest would come running out of the bathroom naked. Then when he came out my other brother would have 4 or 5 friends(usually girls) standing there to watch him come running by naked.  They would take pics of it too.

 

 

Aww Rand,    the whole family would prank each other!

 

Not just me.

 

Stand behind doors and yell when someone came inside,  always good for a laugh!

My sister Donna would hide my shoes before school.

So I put her bra in the freezer.    (She was staying with us while her husband was deployed in the Navy, and only brought one bra )

Then my shoes wound up on the roof.      So her bra was put in a big cup of water,  then put in the freezer.

 

 

On and on,  back and forth.     Even my Mom pranked us.

And my Dad Always pranked us every chance he would get!!!!

 

It was fun and I miss it dearly.

You can ask squeeky,  all my family has told her what we did.

 

 

So I prank Squeeky sometimes.     You know,      "Pranks,  for the memories!"    (Sung Bob Hope style!)

 

Anger Management:

When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make.

I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello."

I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?"

Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f*** ing number!" and the phone was slammed down on me.

I couldn¢t 't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.

After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.

When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an asshole!" and hung up.
I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer.
Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!"

It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic asshole calling would have to stop.

So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the telephone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"

He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!" and hung up.

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale " sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his number on speed dial), I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole, too.

I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"
He said, "Yes, it is.."
I asked, "Can you tell me where I can see it?"
He said, "Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax.
It's a yellow rambler, and the car's parked right out in front."

I asked, "What's your name?" He said, "My name is Don Hansen."

I asked, "When's a good time to catch you, Don?"
He said, "I'm home every evening after five."

I said, "Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"
He said, "Yes?"
I said, "Don, you're an asshole !"

Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call.

Then I came up with an idea.
I called Asshole #1.
He said, "Hello."
I said, "You're an asshole!"
(But I didn't hang up.)

He asked, "Are you still there?"
I said, "Yeah."
He screamed, "Stop calling me!"
I said, "Make me."
He asked, "Who are you?"

I said, "My name is Don Hansen."
He said, "Yeah? Where do you live?"
I said, "Asshole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, a yellow rambler,
I have a black Beamer parked in front."

He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don.
And you had better start saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole," and hung up.

Then I called Asshole No. 2.
He said, "Hello?"
I said, "Hello, asshole."
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
I said, "You'll what?"
He exclaimed, "I'll kick y our ass,"
I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance.
I'm coming over right now."

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, and that my gay lover was on his way over to kill me.

Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd. in Fairfax.

I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.

NOW I feel much better.

Anger management works!

 

Oh that was funny!    I mean seriously funny!

 

Thanks Zanz!