Pranksters Curse Their Chickless Plights

Another recurring dream I have: I’m still in high school and for whatever reason, I keep forgetting my class schedule. I never know when I’m supposed to be in which class and I never can figure out where in the building I should. It’s a never-ending stream of running around trying to find my schedule and trying to figure out where I should be. Weird.

I found this story in the “Odds & Ends” section of the Boston Globe this morning. I only point it out because it sounds very much like the stuff we used to do in high school. During my senior year, we pretty much cleaned out the local supermarket with plastic forks at least once a month. They’re super cheap and I tell you what, no matter how many times you “fork” someone’s lawn, it is always, always funny. Very funny, in fact.

Other pranks we pulled:

  • taking “for sale” signs from houses and putting them on the front lawn of our friends houses. You could also make this more complicated. For example, we once grabbed a bunch of “open house” signs and made it look like one of our friends was having an open house. We even put an open house at the end of his road with the arrow pointing.
  • many people put their garbage out the night before, so we would go and collect as much as we could from around town and pile it ALL on a friends driveway. We made some pretty incredible piles of garbage. I can only imagine what the trash men thought.
  • One of my favorites: the remote controls for cable TV back then were all pretty much identical. We’d go out around the neighborhood and switch people’s channels on occasion.
  • An odd one: we’d go and buy about two pounds of sliced bologne from the supermarket and go out and fling it on whatever we could – cars, street signs, whatever. We’d do this for a couple of reasons: a) it was totally ridiculous, b) it stuck to ANYTHING and c) watching it fly like a frisbee, THEN stick to something was terrific entertainment!
  • What were your favorite pranks?

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    9 thoughts on “Pranksters Curse Their Chickless Plights”

    1. Uh how old are you? Btw, you act super intelligent just btw that you write your blogs, but you mention your father alot. That makes me assume you live with him or something. (Not trying to offend you j/w. Oh srry about my horrible spelling.)

    2. Uh how old are you? Btw, you act super intelligent just btw that you write your blogs, but you mention your father alot. That makes me assume you live with him or something. (Not trying to offend you j/w. Oh srry about my horrible spelling.)

    3. At my last job, I worked with a PR person with whom I shared a mutual dislike. So at a conference, I put a rubber cockroach in her daytimer. She opened it up in front of about 20 people and screamed.

      Fast forward to about a week later back at the office. I taped the same cockroach to her phone earpiece. She actually made a call (for some reason, the strange feeling in her ear when she put the phone to her head didn’t register). She started to leave a message for someone, discovered the roach, screamed and then had to call the guy back and apologize/explain for the previous message.

      I was quite pleased.

    4. There was this guy, uh, in school. He was the class bully and I was a-scared of him until he slapped me in front of my two young brothers. I had no choice but to go Stan Jonathan on him, which I did. About five minutes later, he looked like Joe Frazier after 15 with Ali, and I was still pretty. Oh, this is a prank comment… Well, from that day forward word got around that the bully wasn't so tough and the tables turned badly. A few years later during Freshman football, I gave him some “chocolate” before practice. A big piece which he gobbled appreciatively. 90 minutes later he walked to the locker room kinda funny. Ex-Lax is a wonder drug.

    5. There was this guy, uh, in school. He was the class bully and I was a-scared of him until he slapped me in front of my two young brothers. I had no choice but to go Stan Jonathan on him, which I did. About five minutes later, he looked like Joe Frazier after 15 with Ali, and I was still pretty. Oh, this is a prank comment… Well, from that day forward word got around that the bully wasn’t so tough and the tables turned badly. A few years later during Freshman football, I gave him some “chocolate” before practice. A big piece which he gobbled appreciatively. 90 minutes later he walked to the locker room kinda funny. Ex-Lax is a wonder drug.

    6. We were big forkers in Stow too…we also oreo cookied our friends cars and houses and whatever else they would stick too…you basically open up the oreos (you buy the cheaper ones b/c when you're a teen you can't afford to just use real oreos for a prank) then stick them to windshields etc…We wore all black on these missions and put Debbie Graceffa's house up for sale one night too..sounds like we were the girls prankers at Nashoba but we all had the same pranks up our sleeves. I have to ask did you balogni Lisa Fruhbeis car? she was pissed and thought it was us. Oh Shannon and I used to call people up and just chomp chips in their ears..not sure what the point was but we thought it was hysterical. I wish I figured out the remote one..that's funny!!

    7. We were big forkers in Stow too…we also oreo cookied our friends cars and houses and whatever else they would stick too…you basically open up the oreos (you buy the cheaper ones b/c when you’re a teen you can’t afford to just use real oreos for a prank) then stick them to windshields etc…We wore all black on these missions and put Debbie Graceffa’s house up for sale one night too..sounds like we were the girls prankers at Nashoba but we all had the same pranks up our sleeves. I have to ask did you balogni Lisa Fruhbeis car? she was pissed and thought it was us. Oh Shannon and I used to call people up and just chomp chips in their ears..not sure what the point was but we thought it was hysterical. I wish I figured out the remote one..that’s funny!!

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