I’m not interested in “pranks” where someone is victimised, harmed, or upset.
Tell me the funniest harmless pranks where everyone involved can laugh and nobody feels bad.
I’m not interested in “pranks” where someone is victimised, harmed, or upset.
Tell me the funniest harmless pranks where everyone involved can laugh and nobody feels bad.
Heard of rather than seen it.
My dad started a rumor that a coworker kept jello in her desk. Just mentioned it from time to time and let it be. Time goes by…
One Monday morning he goes in early and reignites the rumor.
When the coworker arrives there’s a crowd outside her office. She’s annoyed and throws open all her desk drawers to prove her innocence… and finds her file drawer full of lime jello, one unpeeled banana in the middle.
If I recall right she laughed until she peed herself.
The drawer was large enough it took my Dad most of Saturday to fill it. And most of the space in our fridge.
My spouse got to talk to the guy that owns the company that makes the World’s Best Cat Litter (it’s corn based, and edible; much more environmentally friendly than the bentonite clay that most cat litter uses). Apparently he used to show it at animal shows; he would have a box filled with corn-based cat litter, and he would have it filled with “cat turds” that were actually chocolate. He’d be demonstrating scooping the litter box for people, and would just pop one into his mouth.
He apparently stopped playing that prank after someone witnessing it threw up.
So my wife is actually a vet tech and pulled this on her colleagues a year or so ago, with a bag of “fecal samples” she’d occasionally snack from.
Good prank. Not very good for sales though, best kept for coworkers.
These are all really great
Thank you!
Your dad sounds fun
He’s awesome. Always finding weird things to do.
He’s gotten into D&D, plays in two games with me… and started collecting tree bark on his walks, which he makes into rolled up ‘dollops’ and he’s giving them backstory for one of his D&D characters.
So damn weird to find out my dad’s spending his evenings rolling hot, moistened tree bark into tight spirals while making up lore.