One of the better ones...A very good friend of mine ( a bunch of us used to live in the same apartment complex..kinda like a mini-Melrose Place and thank god that's done...) Anyway, he worked a really early morning shift in a bakery this one summer, would come home, have a few beers and a few BH's, and then pass out, and leave his apartment door open. We would re-arrange all of his furniture, and turn his prints/pictures/dishes in cupboards, etc, upside down. Once we moved pool furniture into his house.
On their first trip they are boarding the plane and my husband carries all his own gear on and sits down. The other officer commanded the enlisted troops to carry his gear for him.
Oddly enough, they take off and this Lt's gear is still sitting on the truck on the tarmac. So, he calls home demanding it be mailed to him. The chief gets "right on it". So, he's calling back daily. In a few days he gets the call that his luggage has been mailed. It's been mailed by the slowest rate possible. So, it gets there--but right after the troops have come back home from their assignment. So, this guy spent like two weeks in one uniform.
There were other jokes against this guy because he was such an ignoranus.
For those of you interested: he washed out of pilot training and returned to the same career field he started out in!
Moral of the story: don't treat your enlisted troops like c**p, because they can make your life h*ll!!!!
We did have our ways to make life miserable for an officer we didn't like. Usually it involved forced salutes. You should see the look on their face as they are coming out of the PX with a bag of groceries in each arm and you walk toward them with a crisp salute. I actually saw one drop a bag once. Then of course driving around the post looking for officers walking on the sidewalk that you could give a sharp salute and "good morning sir" to.
What seemed funny to me was in basic training they told us to salute anything that moves because we were so LOW but it seems to me that enlisted men are actually lucky on that point. How many times do you really meet an officer to salute during daily life? An officer, no matter what his rank, is the one who actually has to salute everything that moves.
Ben Hurs?
Brother's Hallucinogens?
You lost me there.
Actually I read that on one of Floridaboiler's posts a few months back and thought it was perfect for many occasions!
Ben Hurs?
Brother's Hallucinogens?
You lost me there.
I am guessing Bong Hits but perhaps I'm just having flashbacks again....
my senior year in high school my parents moved without telling me: I came home, unlocked the door, and the house was empty!
small print:
I knew we were moving, but because of my lifelong habit of being entirely too busy, I had last seen my parents on a sunday evening. I went to school Monday morning, followed by an opera chorus rehearsal in Pittsburgh arriving home after they went to bed. I went to school on tuesday, and just happened to come home right after school to the empty house. My big complaint was that they could have left me a note that we were moving on Tuesday.
High School- if a freshman wanted to be chummy with upperclassmen we would tell him to just ask friendly personal questions to seniors to get in good with them. We would tell them that this one senior in particular had a sister who was a terrific dancer and he whole family was very proud of her. So when freshman would ask senior how his sisters dancing was going- senior would feign fury and yell that his sister lost use of her legs in an accident and he was going to kill the freshman. Pretty cruel I guess.
On a lighter note in college we did several.
First- at night you could either "penny" someones door shut or take computer paper on a roll and using tape go back and forth over their outer door frame so they would be sealed inside. Also if they were out of their room, you could fill their room with shredded paper from the computer labs.
Second- using the elevator. We would lean an old couch or trash can with water in it toward the doors. You could hold it up til doors just about shut and pull your hand out and doors would still shut. Fun sounds on upper or lower floors when either would fall out.
Third- ran fishing line from the end of our hall in dorm- 4th floor to telephone pole down by a bus stop and tied it off. Then we took a cup with two paper clips to hang the cup filled with water so that when cup slid down and hit pole it would dampen people waiting at bus stop.
Fourth- in fraternity we would use a gazorch (surgical tubing formed to make a huge sling shot) and shoot rolls of toilet paper into the trees at the dorms across the street from our house. Water balloons at the pizza guys were fun too.
Yeah we were real a**holes- but we had to do something to kill time I guess.
me too......some day I'll share my hubby's roadkill experience. :D
....fishing twine with a sinker and tac.....pin it to neighbors window......take the twine and unwind to across the street hide in bush or car....pull gently on twine once in awhile. This always works best with a friend baby-sitting late at night!!!!! Being in a car works best....cause your laughter might give you away.
best joke played on me. Walking home from the cafeteria at UW-Oshkosh with a friend on a windy day. I see a dollar blowing in the wind. I'm chasing this dollar frantically and my friend is yelling "get it, get it" I stepping but the damn dollar moves everytime I'm close. I finally got it and a voice from the bush says. "you can let go now".......I was so embarrassed that I did. Later, I'm like "shi&, I should have torn that buck off that string....I earned it:
Bing! Bing! Bing! We have a winner!!! Tell her what she's won....