Photography The Prank Revenge Thread.

[Mabs]

tape a kipper to the back of a radiator

 

[Ormorof]

get some cuppa soup powder and fill her showerhead, so when she gets in the shower she gets souped

 

[Edmond]

Then throw some croutons at her and lick her clean

 

[Access Denied]

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[Hawkwind]

So a mate of mine, Ian, was moving into a new house on a new estate, still very much a building site. His company was actually the builder of the homes. Lovely big 6 bedroom double garage property overlooking a decent bit of Hampshire. The plan was to move everything in on Saturday. He was then off on holiday for two weeks and the house would all be ready for him and the Mrs.

When moving the stuff in and arranging furniture etc his wife kept changing her mind so everything took twice as long. As we were helping out with only the prospect of a few beers and a take away a few of the guys were getting a tad upset about moving a couch around for 20 minutes until queen bee finally decided on a position. We all played for the same Waterpolo team so a fairly close nit bunch of guys. One of the guys helping was his business partner (Peter) and we got talking during a break for lunch. There was a house next door (detached) almost mirror copy. Both had been used as show homes and had identical carpets, kitchens, bathroom suites, even curtains etc. Ian's wife Bridgette had chosen the decor herself knowing they would be moving in to one of the houses. A cunning plan was hatched!

During the week whilst Ian & Bridget were away on their hols we took pictures of every room. His business partner had spare keys to all the properties, so you can guess what's coming . The following weekend we moved everything over to the other property in a mirror to their house. A week later Peter picked them up from Gatwick and drove them home, the wrong home. They had been on a cruise around the Bahamas and the flight from Jamaica left them tired enough that they did not even realise for about 10 minutes of being in the property. It was only when they sat down with a cup of tea that Bridgette finally caught on and went berserk. Pete couldn't help himself laughing and told them what had happened. We were in the house next door having a few beers and pizza. Funny as hell when they came round to confront us all.

Next day, Sunday, we helped move everything back and had a BBQ. They saw the funny side of it. Still gets talked about when we all meet up.

 

[Hawkwind]

Cingfilm over the toilet with the seat up. Then put the seat and cover back down. Hopefully she won't notice. Although have to say this works better on slightly drunk guys at a party.

 

[Hawkwind]

Shave her eyebrows off, again does work better on drunk guys though.

 

[Chilly]

Set her central heating to go 100% at 2am every morning for an hour or two. Try and burn her out.

 

[TdC]

so I leave for a week and fuck all revenge happens eh? I am dissapoint

 

[Scouse]

I say just stop plotting and stick your dick in her.

Can't think of a worse punishment tbfh.

 

[Hawkwind]

Was chatting with a mate on messenger and he reminded me of another great incident.

So, background - guy getting married (Jim) works as a printer. On his stag do his work mates with help from a few rugby team mates get him completely twatted, usual affair with strippers, 5 bars and club. They then strip him naked and his printer work buddies appear with rubber gloves and start applying printers black ink to his nether regions, then lock him in a phone box using a chain and padlock. Not easy when he is kicking and screaming his head off. Eventually he wakes up enough to realise he needs to get out and calls 999. The bastards sent two police women with bolt cutters to let him out, laughing their heads off the entire time. The police women could not even break the chain and we had to do it. The guy actually responsible for this prank was a mate named Dave.

Skip forward a couple of years and Dave is getting married to a lovely girl called Debbie. Only he's going out of his mind worrying about what they will do to him. Stag night a full week before the wedding - nothing happens. The week of the wedding he is almost having panic attacks, nothing happens. Day of the weeding, flawless, nothing happens. Reception he's a wreck waiting for something to happen, nothing does. As my mate Nigel recalls it, as best man he took some presents and bottle of champers up to the their suite. Hotel Manager was keeping a close eye on everything under instructions from the groom that something would definitely happen. Nigel then creates a distraction and walks into the bathroom followed by the manager talking about towels and shit, he starts washing his hands whilst keeping a conversation going with the manager. Jim sneaks in the room and hides under the bed. Once everyone leaves he rices the bed redoes the sheets so you can't actually get get into the bed probably. The newlyweds have a good laugh and sort it out themselves.

Next morning, knock at the door and the duty manager asks the them what they would like to order for breakfast. They both order a full English with a bucks fizz and coffee. At which point a voice from under the bed says, "please make that 3!"

From that day on Dave's wife has always had the nickname 'Anal Debs' or occasionally "the screamer"

 

[TdC]

fucking lol

 

[Bahumat]

Haha brilliant!

 

[ileks]

Hahaha nice one Hawkwind

 

[Gwadien]

Was chatting with a mate on messenger and he reminded me of another great incident.

So, background - guy getting married (Jim) works as a printer. On his stag do his work mates with help from a few rugby team mates get him completely twatted, usual affair with strippers, 5 bars and club. They then strip him naked and his printer work buddies appear with rubber gloves and start applying printers black ink to his nether regions, then lock him in a phone box using a chain and padlock. Not easy when he is kicking and screaming his head off. Eventually he wakes up enough to realise he needs to get out and calls 999. The bastards sent two police women with bolt cutters to let him out, laughing their heads off the entire time. The police women could not even break the chain and we had to do it. The guy actually responsible for this prank was a mate named Dave.

Skip forward a couple of years and Dave is getting married to a lovely girl called Debbie. Only he's going out of his mind worrying about what they will do to him. Stag night a full week before the wedding - nothing happens. The week of the wedding he is almost having panic attacks, nothing happens. Day of the weeding, flawless, nothing happens. Reception he's a wreck waiting for something to happen, nothing does. As my mate Nigel recalls it, as best man he took some presents and bottle of champers up to the their suite. Hotel Manager was keeping a close eye on everything under instructions from the groom that something would definitely happen. Nigel then creates a distraction and walks into the bathroom followed by the manager talking about towels and shit, he starts washing his hands whilst keeping a conversation going with the manager. Jim sneaks in the room and hides under the bed. Once everyone leaves he rices the bed redoes the sheets so you can't actually get get into the bed probably. The newlyweds have a good laugh and sort it out themselves.

Next morning, knock at the door and the duty manager asks the them what they would like to order for breakfast. They both order a full English with a bucks fizz and coffee. At which point a voice from under the bed says, "please make that 3!"

From that day on Dave's wife has always had the nickname 'Anal Debs' or occasionally "the screamer"

Is that real? that's fucked!, hahaha

 

[Hawkwind]

Is that real? that's fucked!, hahaha

Yep, bunch of close mates that played rugby and waterpolo. That's not the worst thing that's happened over the years, not by a country mile. some of the tours we did in USA, Jersey and even Poland were legendary.

 

[Hawkwind]

Talking to my mate again on Skype having a laugh about the pranks and shit we got up to. He reminded that the Hotel were not pleased about the shenanigans and even threatened to call the police. Eventually it calmed down and the Manager was telling him about some of the other pranks that had happened at the hotel. One RAF wedding they hosted the enterprising chaps wearing blue managed to get into the bridal suite, completely dismantle the bed and rebuild it in the garden outside. All whilst the reception was going on and not getting seen at all.

Another one from waterpolo tour.
Early 90's tour to Jersey and we had 4 hire cars sorted out, all Ford Fiesta's. My mate Dave quickly found that all the cars had spare keys hidden in magnetic boxes under the wheel arch. The next few days peoples cars were constantly getting moved around and no one could figure out how. Eventually it started to escalate and got a bit out of control. One of the senior and more sensible players had a right go at us all. Threatening to kick us off the team. Bad thing to do in pub when the guys are half cut. His car was moved from the pub car park and on to a nearby beach about half mile walk away. We all left rather drunk and went back to the hotel. No one told the people left where the car was. They spent hours looking for it, only to eventually find partially submerged due to an incoming tide on the beach! So they all got wet trying to push it to dry ground and then get a tow (winch from a tractor) out to pull it. Hire car company was not please I understand but all the insurances were taken out and they could not bill a thing. One of the guy even told the agent that it had just gotten a little wet after driving through a deep puddle on one of the country lanes. The bursts of laughter from the guys behind probably did not help make it sound convincing.

 

[SilverHood]

Story from the guys in Customs and Excise I used to work with in the British channel islands.... One of the lads stag party... they all get roaring drunk, then go to explore the Portsmouth ferry that was docked in St Peter Port for the night. They strip the stag down and tie him to one of the beds and merrily go off. Next morning at work... call from Portsmouth Customs... "Is he one of yours?"

 

[Scouse]

So, @Gwadien, you shagged her yet?

 

[TdC]

slipping a kipper down the back of a radiator has GOT to be an anal euphanism, no?