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Three of us were hanging at a street corner a block from my house. A "friend" we knew walked up with a bowling ball he found and after a short while rolled the ball down this gentle hill. The hill was two blocks down to the beach road. We watched the bowling ball accelerate to 50 or 60 mph and begin to bounce.
A '55 Chevy hung a right off the beach road and started up the hill right at the wrong time. The bowling ball bounced high enough to clear his bumper and took out his grill and cooling fan.
If the unfortunate driver saw anything besides the bowling ball coming at him, it was our heels and elbows.

tubatooter1940 wrote:Three of us were hanging at a street corner a block from my house. A "friend" we knew walked up with a bowling ball he found and after a short while rolled the ball down this gentle hill. The hill was two blocks down to the beach road. We watched the bowling ball accelerate to 50 or 60 mph and begin to bounce.
A '55 Chevy hung a right off the beach road and started up the hill right at the wrong time. The bowling ball bounced high enough to clear his bumper and took out his grill and cooling fan.
If the unfortunate driver saw anything besides the bowling ball coming at him, it was our heels and elbows.

So you were the jerks that did that to my car!!!

This one is safe enough:

My best friend had a Mercury Colony Park wagon. In it, we mounted the horn from a '52 Chevy--a six-volt car. Driven at 12 volts, and considering the particular tones involved, it sounded exactly like the warning horns used by the Southern Pacific locomotives at the time.

The horn was employed at any time we were behind a car that was just crossing the tracks. Again, funny for the dummies, but not for the heart patient in the target car.

Rick "who has conveniently forgotten any other pranks" Denney

There was a guy in my HS band who had a Trans-AM. One night, my buddy & I took his gas cap. He came to band the next day telling us about it. Well, I still had the cap, so that night we went to his house & took the rag he stuffed in place of the cap. The 3rd night, we took the new gas cap....in the end, we took 3 gas caps & 3 rags. At the end of the week, we broke into his car & left all the caps & rags in a sack on the front seat & locked it back. The best part was this guy never suspected me or my buddy. He came into band every day griping & cussing about his gas caps. I guess in retrospect it's a good thing he didn't smoke - the fumes would've blown him to kingdom come!!

8 of us were getting drunk in a new house under construction . The neighbors called the police and they chased us out and we spent he rest of the night being chased on foot by the police . Long story short ...... we were all banged up,bruised and cut up from jumping fences,running through a briar patch, and tripping over stuff in peoples yard as our dumb assed drunken selfs ran through the dark trying to evade the police . No one was ever caught .

bloke wrote:something I've never done nor have I been victimized by this:

"upper deck"

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I've often wanted to, but haven't had the onions to do so. That's something of which I'd never want to be on the receiving end.

we used to drive around our little township backwards after band rehearsals not on any major roads but still it was goofy and fun and a bit stupid.

ken k

This one happened to me this last weekend.
At all-northwest this last weekend one of my section mates broke into my room at 3:00 in the morning and gave me THE WORST titty twister ever. But I thought it was a dream until I saw my nipples that morning.

The key to my best friends 1970 Nova would unlock and start my older brother's 1970 Nova, so we would move it around the school parking lot occasionally.

Friends of mine and I "triple drove" a car.
On Hickam Air Force Base (Hawaii) we had been out at the beach area drinking "Madria Madria Sangria" (hey it beat boones farm) and headed back to my home on the Navy Base. I was driving a 1970 Corolla standard. I was working the pedals, Randy (in the front passenger seat) was using the shifter, and Mark (in the back seat) was steering.
Now if we had been sensible, we probably would have been okay....if....becasue to show off further I had the window down and was hanging out of it with the radio blasting.
As we found out, the only thing Air Force Bases have more of than pilots...is military police

In Junior High I lived in Military Housing at California. The houses had their garages in alleys between the streets. When it got foggy at night, the High Schoolers would go into the alley to make out and/or smoke. We would sneak up with our 8 D-Cell flashlights and blind them and then Rin Like Hell.
Between being blinded, the fog, and them having to get up off of the ground we never got caught.

I'm visiting, so I hope you mind me throwing this one in:

I grew up in Upstate NY and belonged to a HUGE extended family that had settled Rome and Whitesboro in the late 1700's. All of my Mom's relatives had been big dairy farmers and still run big concerns in and around that area (Burton Farms). This is a good lead in. In my Junior year of high school, I "tempted" my cousin Mike to bring on of my uncles big 'ol milk cows into school because I was pissed off at my English teacher. I thought it would be a great idea to suprise her with a Holstein in my homeroom. We loaded said cow onto a trailer and got her in the back doors and up the back stairs and into the room. Now here is the bad part: cows will go up stairs, but have no mental capacity for coming down. We decided that this may not have been the best idea and tried to get the cow down. She didn't move and in a blind panic, we split leaving said cow on the 2nd floor of the new wing of Rome Free Academy. 3 hours later, 4 traquilizing darts, 10 hefty dairy men, 6 very upset policemen, 3 very upset parents, and countless other people wanting our throats, we showed up at school LIKE IDIOTS in the truck/trailer we absconded with.

After we cleaned up the entire entry and exit of said cow (cows really evacuate ALOT of poop when they are scared and knocked out) and my Uncle beat us with a belt, (yes a belt, we were 17 and the humiliation was worse than the beating) and my Mom smacked me with a salad spoon (yes, the big ones), my cousin and I spent the weekend in jail (no charges, my Mom was a State Farm Agent and knew EVERYONE). That would have been for the forcible entry to the school. We got in at 5 a.m. through the bandroom which had windows that never latched. No alarm systems.

I spent 5 months of weekends mucking out stalls. To this day I can still smell cow ****.

Chuck

the elephant wrote:My head director rarely drove his "nice" car to work because he preferred to park in the student lot right near the band hall doors.

When he did this, he drove a little pea green Opel POS that we loved to make fun of.



He often parked next to the student motorcycle spaces. These were sets of two parking spaces, set about fifty yards apart going down the hill and around the campus (our lot held about 1,500 student cars - 11th and 12th grade only, mind you). They were set apart by iron pipes sunk into the pavement about two feet, with two feet of pipe sticking straight up from the pavement, and filled with cement. These pipes were spaced about three feet apart. This allowed the bikers to roll into the space and park and left room for about ten of so bikes in each double car parking space alloted for this purpose.

One day we decided to pick up his little Opel and deposit it into the motorcycle space. He had a very hard time getting it out when he went home for the day at about 6:00 that evening. There was no one available to pick it up, so he had to hire two old style tow trucks to somehow lift it out.

We also once hid everything in the band hall in the two bathrooms:

Chairs
Stands
Risers
Sousaphones
Sousa chairs
Percussion cabinet
Reed vending machine
Television
VCR
File cabinets
Podium
Directo's music stand

Everything!

We watched through the narrow door window. He came into the room and just stared . . . and screamed to the assistant BD to, "Call the Principal!" because, "We've been robbed!" He freaked out for about five minutes or so. Then the Principal showed up and decided to call the police (who, in that decade, in our part of town, would not get there for at least four hours for something like this).

After the Principal left, Mr. V walked into the Boys Room. We could hear him laughing from outside! Then we "happened to show up" and put everything back. I guess we felt bad about the car incident from the earlier in the year. We also wanted them to call the SAPD back and cancel the complaint.

Stupid kids. Yep. That would have been us.

my buddy had one of those. That was one of the cars we drove backwards! That and my '74 Pinto, luckily I never ran into anything while driving backwards or i would have exploded.

ken k

Ok, so this is neither high school, nor something I actually did, but this is one my older brother and a few guys pulled on someone they work with.

http://forums.vwvortex.com/zerothread?id=2934555


The first post of that thread has all the photo evidence of what they did to Dave's poor Hyundai.

I can't say i have any 'big' stories to report here, but i do have a few that may give you the giggles.

Last Year (junior year), before the philharmonic concert, we were all warming up. Earlier that day, my trombone friend had left his car unlocked. So of course to 'teach him a lesson,' we got into his car and took his radio. (we were going to give it back). Later in the evening, we realized that it would be fun to move his car...to the way way back of the parking lot. But the only way to get his keys, was to get in his pockets. As his friends, we did not plan on frisking him like this. So we got his girl friend in on it. So she was succesful in getting his keys, he didnt even know why. we ran outside and moved the car to the way back of the lot all by itself. The problem here, is that he didnt get to see it and find out himself.....His mom and dad found his car parked way back there and asked him about why he was parked there. He was shocked and somehoe knew it was us. yeah we got a lot of four letter words thrown at us after that, but that was it. After about a few days, all was forgiven.


(i guess this is a good story of getting away with things)
Same year, just a week later. Not really a prank just 2 retard tuba players up to no good. On the way to my house, there is a long open road. Perfect for racing and such. (this road was down hill) at the top of the hill, me and my tuba buddy parked the geo and got ready for are trumpet friend in the mini van to make his way to the top of the road. When he did, we pulled out behind him and took off. I then opened the sun roof, and stood on the passenger seat as we zipped down the hill. Then my tuba friend turned down the loud guns and roses that had been playing to tell me that he thought he saw my mom behind us. "Funny joke man." i turned around and yeahhh it was the family. coming home from the jazz show. OH MAN. i ducked down and he was like ok i guess we are going to lose them? so yeah we started making crazy turns everywhere. My cell phone was ringing off the hook. i wouldnt answer, because i didnt need to answer to mom right then. We pulled into the trailor park and i answered it.


"what the hell are you doing???"
"what are you talking about?.......
Im at home."
"I just saw you standing up in "melvin's" geo!"
"um thats not me i got a ride home with "bob"........
jimmy got a ride home with "melvin" "

(keep in mind there is no person named jimmy)
"Whatever...you are in trouble when you get home"


so mom isnt home yet we take the geo off road to the woods behind my house i pick up my stpete and run like hell through the woods. get inside. and no one is home yet. i boot up the computer to go check tubenet as always. run up stairs get changed into some pjs. And park it back in the computer chair, just as the door opens.

I then went on to guilt trip my mom for following my friend, and how much it hurt that she didnt trust me. "

I know.

i am a jerk. but yeah in the end. No one got in trouble, and all the blame fell on an imaginary character: Jimmy.

alright i think that is enough.

Albertibass wrote:I
"what the hell are you doing???"
"what are you talking about?.......
Im at home."
"I just saw you standing up in "melvin's" geo!"
"um thats not me i got a ride home with "bob"........
jimmy got a ride home with "melvin" "

(keep in mind there is no person named jimmy)
"Whatever...you are in trouble when you get home"


so mom isnt home yet we take the geo off road to the woods behind my house i pick up my stpete and run like hell through the woods. get inside. and no one is home yet. i boot up the computer to go check tubenet as always. run up stairs get changed into some pjs. And park it back in the computer chair, just as the door opens.

I then went on to guilt trip my mom for following my friend, and how much it hurt that she didnt trust me. "

I know.

i am a jerk. but yeah in the end. No one got in trouble, and all the blame fell on an imaginary character: Jimmy.

So, what's your mom's phone number? I won't tell. I promise.

I had a junker of a car in high school, but I kept it in mechanically good shape. We had a stoplight in our little town that sometimes worked. When my buddy and I happened to get stopped by the redlight, we would jump out and open the trunk. I kept a box of parts in the trunk and we would quickly dump them out on the pavement under the car. I would lie there on my back (pretending to work under the jalopie) until one of our two police cruisers drove up. Then, when the officer asked if we were having trouble, I would start handing parts to my accomplice. Out would come pistons, a flywheel, ring gear, u-joints... whatever. I would comment "I don't think I need this" and my pal would toss it in the trunk. After we cleared up the debris, we would close the trunk, start my car and drive away. We would always leave the officer standing there shaking his head.

I also had an AM General right drive delivery van. I took the steering wheel off and used a pair of vise-grips in the steering hub. Then my friend would sit on the left hand side (normal driving side) with the wheel. He would hold the wheel out the window and feign panic, or get up and walk to the back of the truck, or pretend to pass out... you get the picture.

On my fast car, I wired all of the tail lights to individual switches under the dash. That way if I ever was being pursued, I could get out of sight for just a second and change the look of my back end. I might get pulled over for broken lights, but not identified as speeding.

Being a current high school sutdent, I have a few to add to this list.

-A few days before a band concert, my band director has a couple of the senior kids move the risers down a two-part flight of stairs to the auditorium. With the stairs ending backstage to the auditorium, where no-one ever walks, a friend of mine thought it would be fun to ride a riser down the stairs. He did ride it, it did look like fun, and he did crush a plastic garbage can that was in the way. No damage to the riser, however.

-On the same set of stairs, a 7-foot tall set of metal shelves was slid down the stairs. Probably the loudest noise I've ever heard.

-A back room that was attached to the auxillary band room was, until last year, home to the flag squad's equipment. Last year, due to no-one trying out, the flag squad was discontinued. The equipment and other stuff wasn't cleared out for two months, so the job fell upon me and the other students who were in the honors band class. Seeing a room full of metal poles, fake plastic swords and cowboy hats is a great thing. Seeing that room full of stuff getting destroyed is even greater. Particularly fun was the game of baseball we played; the bat was a pole, and the baseballs were the old flag squad trophies. Not all of them were detroyed, though. I'm still the proud owner of a "Finalist in SuperSectionals-Dance, 1998" plaque.

-This one was recent. There is a room in the hallway between the two main band rooms, and it is called the "Jazz Hole." As you would guess, it is mainly for the jazz students, and we noticed one day that there was no piano in there. I actually brought up the fact that there was two upright pianos in the auditorium, one of which is actually used fairly frequently. Being the enterprising students, we decided to "borrow" the unused piano. The only problem is, the two rooms were seperated by a floor and several steps. That, and the piano only had one set of wheels. The whole way, though, no-one even stopped to ask why we were taking a piano; in fact, the policeman and the security guard actually helped us get it to the faculty room elevator for easy moving.

This is nothing compared to you guys but I think it's my best prank.

Background info: High school marching band trip 2000 to Quebec, Canada for the Carnivale. The band had a tradition of traveling so the band director after some experience got the door tape idea, basically after the kids are shut in, a chaperone comes and places a piece of masking tape over the door and the frame so it is extremely obvious if someone were to sneak out. Messed up tape usually was a ticket home.

I brought duct tape on this trip, because, well it fixes everything. The last night my roommates and I wanted to play a prank on the chaperone assigned to us as well as the band director. After much deliberation I finally came up with the plan. Duct tape a wall in front of their doors.

So the night was filled with sneaking around just out of the view of the chaperone on watch taking the tape off of every door so we couldn't be blamed and then came the duct taping. We got our chaperone's door completely done and our band director's door mostly covered. We left the little pile of everyone's masking tape right in front of the band directors door as a little mocking gesture. The next morning in the group breakfast, nothing was mentioned to the band (a big disappointment for us) but the chaperones were all laughing at the band director and our chaperone's story.

The rest of the years were filled with little pranks. I had many things placed and thrown in my sousaphone bell(who hasn't had dead animals, fruits, coins, and anything that would fit shoved down there).

I have poured full water bottles down trumpets, trombones, euphs, and tubas(actually I poured 2 gallons into one once). When the players pick them up, it's great to see their reaction to how heavy they are and then they try to play and it's usually the best part when they let out their spit for a few minutes straight to get everything out.

We used ICY HOT (like Ben Gay) to burn a little and Oragel (or something else that numbs lips) on a few trumpet players' mouthpieces during concert band and of course they sounded horrible and we couldn't stop laughing.

My friends and I also played a few very immature but fun verbal games. The penis game was most frequent, start out saying "penis" randomly in band class and the person you were vs. had to say it a little bit louder and it went back and forth until both were screaming penis at the top of their lungs.

The other verbal games were trying to mask swear words by splitting them between 2 people. Example: some one hushes really loud and long "SHH!!!" until someone comes in with the "It". Person one: "shut the fuh" Person two: "Cup." This works best from across the room.

We had fake slapping fights that many people outside of band thought were real, as well as us faking bumping into doors and street signs. We really got good enough at the timing and the look of these fake hits that alot of people thought they were real and we were all really clumsy.

Then of course there's all the random mooning that went on, whether it was laps around the band field, getting ready to get on stage for a wind ensemble concert, or just riding around a movie theater line, we couldn't resist showing our bare asses for some reason.

If I remember anything else, I'll post more, high school was all about shenanigans.

Wes Krygsman wrote:This is nothing compared to you guys but I think it's my best prank.

We used ICY HOT (like Ben Gay) to burn a little and Oragel (or something else that numbs lips) on a few trumpet players' mouthpieces during concert band and of course they sounded horrible and we couldn't stop laughing.

My friends and I also played a few very immature but fun verbal games. The penis game was most frequent, start out saying "penis" randomly in band class and the person you were vs. had to say it a little bit louder and it went back and forth until both were screaming penis at the top of their lungs.

I dont know how you could get away with something like that. But yeah, very very clever.

We also play the penis game here. suprising how popular it is.

Here's a few good ones.

There was this drama kid who would always park in the band directors spot. So one day the band director got mad and told the low brass to "deal with it". So about ten of us picked up his car(it was really small) and we put it in the dug out. It took him two days to find it and the only reason he found it was because there was a story on the school news about a car in the dug out.

Then one time we made a "rope fort" in the ceiling of the band storage room. It was great, you could hold 7 people in it. But then the janitors fould while replacing the lights during the summer. Good thing I was away at Drum Corps.

Then during halloween this last year there was a kid who was using the midi lab for recording and we wanted to mess with him. So we got into the ceiling of the storage room and cralwed over on top of the midi lab. Then we started to drop fake blood down the ceiling vent onto him. Man did he freak out.