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Apolyton Prince of Moderators, Master of Reason
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Lord of the Ferrets
Jan 1970 time: 23:26
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Good one Zkribbler. I'll have to remember that one. 
Once when tasked to design an automated marketing report for some weinee that I didn't like, I built in a routine that if triggered by his userid, day of week, and one other random element I don't remember, would display a screen that said something like "error, please get someone that knows what they're doing since you obviously don't" after a few seconds it would kill the program. I stored a flag so it could only possibly trigger once a day. He ran the report monthly so the message would only come up 2 or 3 times a year. Every time he got it, he would race over to tell me about it. Needless to say, he could never replicate it for me. I'd always try to look at him like he was a little crazy, and tell him that what he was describing was impossible.
This went on for over three years. I never told him what I had done. But after the first year, I did tell a few fellow programmers and whenever he came over to my desk to tell me that it had happened again, I was hard pressed to keep a straight face since 2 or 3 people near me would break out laughing.
RAH
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JohnT

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Capitalist
Mar 1999 time: 00:26
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Workplace: The bosses were going to be out of town for a week, meaning that my lazy co-worker was going to miss a lot of work. My bright idea was to start an office pool to guess just how many hours he would actually be at work. I got 15 people to pony up $5 apiece, and the winner won $75 with her correct answer of "24 hours."
Home: The following prank call was one of my favorites:
Me: "Hello. I'm with the Phone Company and we are having problems with a transformer near your house. The reason why I'm calling is for our employees safety. Due to the nature of the problem, our employee can actually be electrocuted if you answer your phone while he is working on the transformer."
Mark: "Oh, my!"
"Yes, it is serious, but luckily it is a relatively quick fix - no more than 15 minutes."
"Well, that will be no problem. How will I know when it is safe to call?"
"Here's our standard procedure. We will call you once and let the phone ring 3 times, then hang up. Exactly one minute later, we will call again, let the phone ring 3 times, and then hang up. We will repeat this for a third time, then our representative will call you up and you can answer the phone and he'll tell you it's OK."
"I can do that."
So you wait 15-20 minutes. Call up once, let the phone ring 3 times, then hang up. Call up again, repeat. But on the third time, just let the phone ring and ring.
The poor mark will convince themselves that it's OK, or that they misheard the instructions. So they answer the phone, say "Hello?" and get in return:
AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
A friend should be in the background yelling stuff like "Bobby!! Are you OK??? Bobby! BOOBBBY!!!!! WAKE UP!!! OMG!!!!!"
Of course, I would never do such a thing today in a world of caller ID.
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loinburger
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Sweet Sauce Jones
Jul 1999 time: 00:26
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I generally just tell outlandish lies to people, and then I make fun of them for being so gullible as to believe me. I wouldn't count that as pulling a prank on them, though -- pranks are more of a whoopie-cushion type of joke.
Here's one that my trig teacher told me in high school: When he was in college there was a BMOC in his dorm who would wedge pennies into the doors of unsuspecting students (usually freshmen) so that they couldn't get out. He had devised a method of unwedging the pennies from his own door (apparently a flexible strip of metal that could fit between the door and the frame or something along those lines), rendering him immune to counterattacks. My trig teacher, seeing the gauntlet thrown down, soaked pieces of wood in glue, compressed them, and wedged them into the door frame of the BMOC's room one night. The BMOC could not open his door the next morning, and nobody would let him out, so he decided to escape through his window. However, he was on the second floor, and broke his leg. Luckily for my teacher, the BMOC never discovered the culprit's identity. He also never wedged pennies into anybody's door again.
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Asher
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Calgary, Alberta
Nov 1999 time: 22:26
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One of my friends nearly got suspended from high school abusing net send on our Win2K boxes. Our sysadmin left them enabled. net send is a primitive messaging command that pops up a window on a workstation with a simple message of your choice, on the computer of your choice.
We had a really...erm...eccentric computer teacher, and he was bored, so upon my insistance he typed the following (paraphrased):
quote: net send * "You are in violation of the school's Acceptable Use Policy (AUP). Your account privledges have been suspended, please contact Mr. Donaldson at 4928 [or whatever his classroom phone code was] immediately." |
Apparently he didn't think it would do it, but all over all the computers in the school (150+) this message popped up instantly if someone was logged in. The phone didn't stop ringing all class with scared students, and even staff. What's more, for whatever reason, Win2K keeps a backlog of these messages if no one was logged in, and displays them the second someone logs in for the first time. So the messages kept appearing for days on various computers.
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Fve Crathva
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The first day I moved into a new set of dorms, my roommate-to-be decided to take all my stuff, hide it amongst the dozen or so lockers down the hall in our dorm, and remove the sheets from my bed and hide them (knowing full well that I wouldn't get in until past midnight; the next day was a work day).
About four months of mutual minor pranks and abuse later, I walked into our room and heard him snoring, loud enough that my earplugs couldn't block the noise. I couldn't sleep with that noise, and I had to wake up for work in 7 hours, so I threw various things at him, but he didn't wake up (fortunately, I missed when I threw his shoes at his face).
To make a long story short, I ended up taking all his stuff and piling it up on top of him while he slept: all his clean shirts and dirty laundry, all 13 of his pairs of shoes, all his bathroom stuff, his university papers, everything that was on the floor on his side of the room, or in his closets or drawers. Included in the dirty laundry was a set of boxers in which he had gone swimming in a lake a week before, and which had been sitting on the bottom of his dirty laundry bucket since then (still wet); these got a special place immediately next to his face.
Around this time, my other roommate came in, and went to bed to watch amusedly. The evil roommate slept on the bottom bunk of a bunkbed, so I took all his clothes hangers and hung them above his face from the underside of the top bunk, and used them to support a bottle of shampoo and a loose deck of cards. He was a street magician on the weekends, so he had about $100 in change in his closet, and so of course I spread it all around his bed (mostly near the crack between the bed and the wall). Around then, he turned over and stopped snoring. I was out of stuff to put on him, so I finished up by throwing his keys under the bed, and taking the bulb out of a metal lamp and putting the lamp on top of the pile so that when he got up it would fall and wake me up. I finished up around 02:30, an hour after I'd started.
At 05:00 he woke up, but either the lamp didn't fall, or it didn't wake me up. He hit his head on the clothes hangers, and got smacked in the shoulder by a bottle of shampoo and drenched by a shower of playing cards. He sent about $50 down between his bed and the wall. He was pretty sure that I had done it, but he didn't know our other roommate too well (the other roommate was new), so the bastard threw a pair of wet shorts in the face of the other guy, and his wet boxers onto my face. Apparently I woke up about 20 seconds later with a revolted look on my face, and threw the boxers back at him, and we all had a good laugh and went back to sleep.
The end result? He got to work late because he couldn't find his keys, and I spent the rest of the day with the foul taste of wet boxers in my mouth. 
SP
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Berzerker
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topeka, kansas,USA
May 1999 time: 23:26
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Okay, the guys were hanging out at Tony's house. He had a handgrenade paperweight, diffused of course, in his room. He and I were in there talking and I saw the grenade and commented on it. I said we should take it out to the living room where the guys were and pretend it was real. So I went out to the living room with the grenade in my hand and showed it to the guys. Tony followed me out and demanded that I give it back to him. We started wrestling over the grenade and I slid the pin out and dropped it on the floor and shouted, "oh sh!t", and Tony and I started running down the staircase. The guys were headed in all directions, the kitchen, the bedrooms, the stairs, even the balcony. Got 'em good. 
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Lancer
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Oregon Coast, USA! or Bohol, Philippines!
Apr 1999 time: 05:26
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My best prank was in the military. We were in AIT, learning to use and throw grenades properly. For this we followd a course set out. At each stop there were grenades of a sort that didn't produce schrapnet. The bottom was dilled out, and the surface was notv scored. Yet the made a bang like a real one.
After training we had to po;ice up the used ones and turn in any that some idiot forgot to pull the pin on. We were all sitting around in a big circke picking through the grenades whenn I found one that still had a pin in it. Well, I pulled thecpin and let go the clip. and stuck it in my pocket while still holding it of course. I walked to the dumpster and casually droppped it in and storolled bacjk and sat down. BOOM! The drill instructers were ****ing luivid. We had to run all the way back to the barracks. I tolds nobody in AIT. EVer.
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