#21

I started out reading this story like this > :thinking:
Then my face went like this > :unamused: which turned into this > :grimacing: at Spoons I was starting to feel quite like this > :cry: but when you all turned up at the end and I was assured a good night was had, by all, my face looked like this :blush: and my heart felt just a little bit warmer.

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#22

I don’t like this one :cry:

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#23

i’m not very good at pranks, think the most i ever did was loosen the lid on a salt shaker

#24

My dad put pigeon seed in on top to my bucket hat in Trafalgar Square when I was 6. Was like something out of the birds
My dad pretended to throw a knife at me it slipped out of his hand and it hit me on the head luckily handle first

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#25

My mum is a most haunted fan. On one of the live ones my dad attached cotton to several things around the house and when stuff started kicking off with the poltergeists on tv my dad pulled over two ornaments over the pulled a book across the floor. My mum was screaming

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#26

I managed to get my colleague to call Bristol Zoo and ask for Mr C Lyon.

(As it happened, there was a client whose genuine name was C Lyon so it was quite straightforward to pull off).

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#27

It’s the sort of thing that would very easily have been cruel but for the fact that we all know Skillo is such a fucking great bloke that he was always gonna find it funny. I bloody love Skillo mate. Can’t wait to see him next month.

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#28

Were you in a conference call aged 10?

#29

Here is my contribution to my own thread:

#30

If I recall, Mike passed the phone over to Nick at one point, who encouraged me to come over. Or maybe he was shouting in the background. I don’t recall exactly, as was many years ago, and not something I have ever dwelt on since hahaha great trick that it was!

#31

If anyone played a trick on me they would be dead to me

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#32

The only good practical jokes either happen to someone in authority or point out a massive character flaw, otherwise it’s pointless shithousery

#33

Reckon Skillo still secretly pines after his true soulmate and what could have been

#34

Nah, not Skillo. No chance.

Skillo is the lad who, whilst doing pest control for a development of new build properties, did a poo in one of the toilets there and left a skidmark and then it turned out that another one of our mates Dad’s ended up moving into the very same house and was like “it was so odd, I moved in and there was a skidmark in the toilet” and we found out because Skillo was like “oh right yeah, I did the pest control for that lot. I did a shit in one of the houses” when my other mate brought up the fact his Dad had recently moved.

Bloody love the bloke.

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#35

This one time at university everyone else had gone out and it was just me and Jonny in the flat, and he was having a satsuma, and we got talking about the difference between satsumas, clementines and tangerines and I started giving it large about how I could tell them apart really easily, like that was my forte. So Jonny goes off to his room and comes back with three fruits and is like, here, I’ve got one of each, which is which. And I confidently identified each one, explaining why that one was the clementine because of its tighter skin, and the tangerine was this one, and the satsuma was slightly flatter, and he was like m8 they were all satsumas and I looked a right dick. Tbh I have no idea why I so readily accepted that Jonny had such a variety of citrus immediately to hand, I did myself there

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#36

Did you change his nickname to Skiddo from that point on?

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#37

Shit!

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#38

I was a sabbatical for a year at the end of uni, in the early 00’s, which meant I had my own office in the Students’ Union. A fellow sabbatical, in charge of Student Support had a box of 50 personal rape alarms in his office. One evening he noticed they were all out of date and spent almost an entire night masking taping them around my office in concealed positions. I arrive in the morning, open a draw, which pulls the pins on three-four of them. This makes me jolt back in surprise which sets off another 5 or so attached to my chair. A few more go off, I’ve no idea where from. I then dash out heading straight for his office, setting off another handful as I close the door. It was so loud half of the pre-fab building had to be evacuated for the 15, or so, minutes the alarms were active. We both got into a fair amount of trouble.

#39

What question should we ask in the next thread, discodude?

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#40

Did you know that the maximum number of sides for a mathematically fair die is 120?

:game_die: 15