PearlWatson
Well-Known Member
I cannot believe no one mentioned the plastic wrap over the toilet.
You didn't read my huge list? Check #28
I think #5 would cause auto accidents.
I cannot believe no one mentioned the plastic wrap over the toilet.
Oh, I just remembered this other time... I was on a website and I made up a prank story and posted it there.
That made me laugh.
It's not as good as the first story, but it's a keeper.
Back when Trout lived across the street from me, he played a minor prank on me. I don't even remember what it was, but I thought I'd get revenge. My wife and I put his Tahoe for sale on KSL with an astronomical low price and a sweet description, playing it up as basically brand new. We put his cell number on it with the disclaimer: "No emails, please. Phone calls only and I'm an insomniac so the later at night, the better." Apparently it really worked because he called me and yelled at me to take it down. When I didn't, he turned his phone off and changed his voice mail message to say something to the effect of "if you're calling about the car for sale, I'm out of the country. Please call Brian at (my cell number)." The best part was, he gave the wrong number, but the number actually called a Brian, who had no clue what the hell was going on.
What ever happened to the ladder?
Anyway, how about a prank that backfired? My friend and I thought it would be funny to throw a 5 gallon bucket full of our most recent dumps/piss onto the front door of the neighborhood dick wad. After we both deposited our treasure in the bucket, I walked up to the door and prepared to launch. I was laughing so hard at the thought of doing it, that I wasn't thinking straight when I grabbed the wire handle with one hand and the bottom of the bucket with the other hand and proceeded to send the gift basket toward the door... well, the hand holding the bottom of the bucket slipped off and the momentum sent it flying forward, but my other hand was still holding the wire handle. If you can picture the physics, you'll see the humor. As it swung around, I was instantly covered in mine and my best friends turd-soup. Not a drop got on the door, but all of it ended up on my face, in my hair, and all down the front of me.
I think I was like 29 when this happened.
For some reason that is totally beyond my comprehension, I still have that damn ladder. But I remembered that it was after you filled my garbage can with snow, you son of a bitch.
Living anywhere near Trout sounds like loads of fun.