Well Mac told me to to tell you to go FUCK YOURSELF!!! ..So now it's been said .. .

In college, a lot of us on the Baseball team lived on one floor in a dorm and then there were others mixed in with us. We got a bit rowdy at times and there was one guy who decided to rat us out to the R.A. (who then would tell us he ratted us out and did nothing about it) when we were doing something he objected to (keg parties, too loud, etc...) so we decided to teach him a lesson and get rid of him. While he was gone to class we took a large container of baby powder and used a blow dryer (attached to an extension cord) to blow the powder into the room under his door (when the door was opened, it looked like it had snowed in there). We took one of the phones on his party line (4 rooms shared 1 line) and called another player and then left both phones off the hook, so the line was unusable and then pennied him into his room. It took like 4-5 hours before someone on the floor below told his R.A. he heard a lot of yelling in the room above, before he was let out and we were all standing there when someone finally got him out. We enrolled him in every book, CD and magazine club we could find and made sure to order the lamest possible initial selections possible. Finally, we put plaster in his key hole, so he couldn't get his key into his lock to gain entry into his room after it had dried. He moved to another floor after that last one and the rat was gone....We played pranks on each other all the time too, from peanut butter in someones baseball glove, chewing gum in a batting helmet or ice water thrown on someone in the shower after a game/practice. Oh, one other one we used on the rat and I loved this one....we put a gas lock on his car. You know how some guys get a gas lock, so nobody can siphon gas out of their car. Well, we put one on his car so he couldn,t put gas into his car. He had to get a locksmith to get the thing off...

A friend of mine once killed a hobo in Providence, Rhode Island. After he died, we all yelled "no, we do not have any spare change!" We all laughed for hours.

I invite people over to my house to play cards and lace my wife's cheescake brownies with rat poisoning.

A friend of mine once killed a hobo in Providence, Rhode Island.

It's more fun to be a victim

There will never be an effective vaccine. I'll never get one anyway.

You went to college?

In college, a lot of us on the Baseball team lived on one floor in a dorm and then there were others mixed in with us. We got a bit rowdy at times and there was one guy who decided to rat us out to the R.A. (who then would tell us he ratted us out and did nothing about it) when we were doing something he objected to (keg parties, too loud, etc...) so we decided to teach him a lesson and get rid of him. While he was gone to class we took a large container of baby powder and used a blow dryer (attached to an extension cord) to blow the powder into the room under his door (when the door was opened, it looked like it had snowed in there). We took one of the phones on his party line (4 rooms shared 1 line) and called another player and then left both phones off the hook, so the line was unusable and then pennied him into his room. It took like 4-5 hours before someone on the floor below told his R.A. he heard a lot of yelling in the room above, before he was let out and we were all standing there when someone finally got him out. We enrolled him in every book, CD and magazine club we could find and made sure to order the lamest possible initial selections possible. Finally, we put plaster in his key hole, so he couldn't get his key into his lock to gain entry into his room after it had dried. He moved to another floor after that last one and the rat was gone....We played pranks on each other all the time too, from peanut butter in someones baseball glove, chewing gum in a batting helmet or ice water thrown on someone in the shower after a game/practice. Oh, one other one we used on the rat and I loved this one....we put a gas lock on his car. You know how some guys get a gas lock, so nobody can siphon gas out of their car. Well, we put one on his car so he couldn,t put gas into his car. He had to get a locksmith to get the thing off...

There was this time I got really drunk and threw this guys lawn furniture in a campfire...

It's more fun to be a victim

There will never be an effective vaccine. I'll never get one anyway.

I'm not so sure that would be classified as a prank.

What the hell, I would. Post op is OK right? Right?!?!?!

One time, our freshman First Baseman got really drunk and passed out. I had sex with his lifeless body. He never even woke up! Everybody else was naked and laughing, and we all urinated on him.

I think later on one of the guys might have told him what happened, but he never talked about it. He killed himself a month later.

Hazing, BEYOTCHES!

What the hell, I would. Post op is OK right? Right?!?!?!

One time, our freshman First Baseman got really drunk and passed out. I had sex with his lifeless body. He never even woke up! Everybody else was naked and laughing, and we all urinated on him.

I think later on one of the guys might have told him what happened, but he never talked about it. He killed himself a month later.

Hazing, BEYOTCHES!

I smell a bit....

I once went to a fancy restaurant and switched out their regular coffee with Folgers crystals.

Also if you fuck someone like they are a millionaire they might go try to be one.

I once went to a fancy restaurant and switched out their regular coffee with Folgers crystals.

this is a thread for pranks, not favors

One time, our freshman First Baseman got really drunk and passed out. I had sex with his lifeless body. He never even woke up! Everybody else was naked and laughing, and we all urinated on him.

I think later on one of the guys might have told him what happened, but he never talked about it. He killed himself a month later.

Hazing, BEYOTCHES!

The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms appear.

I don't like white rappers.

You went to college?