"practical jokes" ??

[Wolfman]

The college dorm thread here reminded me of a few that I pulled over the years
--once in a huge college lecture, the prof made the mistake of passing around
a seating chart--there was an empty seat in front of me and I filled in a fictitious
name (no- not Mickey Mouse)--had fun for a few class sessions watching him look at the empty
seat and writing down the "absent student's" name---
my favorite was when I was teaching and I had a Department Chairman who was a
U Tenn grad---when Syracuse beat Tenn in a basketball game one Sunday--
I went into the school (I had keys then) and papered the door to his office which
was right down the hall from me and wrote in magic marker
"SU Orange 85-- UT 79" --
I got to school early that Monday and sat in my office down the hall drinking coffee
--waiting for him to show up-- he appeared--stopped and looked at my handiwork
and ripped it off his door --- he never said a word to me, but he
had to know who did it !!
the best practical jokes are harmless--do no damage to property and are private !!

best in history ??
the crew of the Pueblo and giving the "Hawaian Good Luck Sign" in
a group photo--- too bad the folks at Time Magazine let the NoKo's know
what it really meant and those guys got tortured for it---

anyone else ??

[Mikey]

When I was in fourth or fifth grade I had a cool fountain pen that I liked to use, that had those two inch long cartridges with liquid ink. One day we had been using modeling clay in class for something, I can't remember what, and I had this brilliant idea.

I took a small ball of clay and made a little bowl out of it. Then I poked a hole in the end of one of my blue ink cartridges and emptied it out into the clay bowl. Finally, I closed over the bowl and carefully made the whole thing into a little round ball. Then, I gave it to the kid sitting at the desk behind me and said someting like "here, this clay is a little too hard, maybe you should knead it a little to soften it up".

Well, this little practical joke worked better than I could possibly have imagined. The ink sprayed out all over the kid's face and shirt. I got sent to the Principal's office, but was really famous for a while after that.

[The phantorino]

Practical jokers should have their arms and legs broken.

As funny practical jokers, I'm sure they would appreciate the humor of spending several years in physical therapy.

I think that we continue toi find out about your childhood with remarks like this. It certainly goes some way to adressing why you are bitter beyond belief.

[Diego in Seattle]

When I was in fourth or fifth grade I had a cool fountain pen.

Nice.
I had a
nice quill
when I was
in school.

Sin,
BeastLite

[Wolfman]

^^^^^^

reality---we really did have ink pens
and ink wells in elementary school
---blotters and all !!
We were not allowed to use the first ball
point pens because (they really were)
very very messy (leakage)
Diego et al are all so fortunate that they were
born in a time with modern conveniences like
---- the BIC !!!

[Diego in Seattle]

^^^^^^

reality---we really did have ink pens
and ink wells in elementary school
---blotters and all !!
We were not allowed to use the first ball
point pens because (they really were)
very very messy (leakage)
Diego et al are all so fortunate that they were
born in a time with modern conveniences like
---- the BIC !!!

I wish I were that young.....I only had pencils.....and the teachers used "ditto" machines that used carbon paper.

[Mike the Lab Rat]

A break from schoolwork....

When my family first moved upstate to Catskill, I was in 2nd grade. As the new kid in the class, the 2nd grade bully of Grandview School, J.R. Balsano, made it a point to threaten me from the minute I was introduced.

At lunch my first day, J.R. sat next to me and told me that he was going to beat me up once we got outside after we ate lunch (in those days, some wrinkled hag would stop by our lunch tables, and if we had all eaten our food and cleaned up the table, we got to go outside for the rest of the lunch period).

I acted casual.

We ate our lunch and as J.R unwrapped his Twinkie, I started talking about how they put stuff in Twinkie cream that smelled funny when it had "gone bad." He didn't believe me. I told him to sniff the end of the Twinkie and see for himself.

As he cautiously placed one end of the twinkie against his nose, his hand at the other end, I did the only thing a 7-year-old new kid could do with a class bully in that position:

I slammed his hand upward, shoving the Twinkie and its cream filling up his face and partly into his nose.

He had to go to the nurse to have the stuff removed from his nostrils and possibly his sinuses. As a result, the lunchtime thrashing he promised never happened. I got a "talking to" by the principal and a pat on the back from my dad.

Naturally, JR and I wound up becoming damned good pals for years after that. We were paisans.Last time we talked, about 15 years ago, we laughed about our first day together. We also laughed about how it was smart that he became my friend, since I would up almost a foot taller and 30 pounds heavier than him by senior year.

[Wolfman]

^^^
I laughed !!
somehow I figured Lab Rat would have a good story !

ps--I recall the anticipation of a new school
year--with new students and new adventures
--I guess only a teacher would understand

[Cuda]

Practical jokers should have their arms and legs broken.

As funny practical jokers, I'm sure they would appreciate the humor of spending several years in physical therapy.

only if the circumstances of the broken bones were particularly ironic- then it's hellafunny