SHOCKER---That Thing You Did

[Gary Byrum]

Yes, we all have probably done something to get back at someone that was neither violent or caused harm to get a level of satisfaction because he or she deserved it. My short story goes back to the early 80's when I was an "on the road ax junky."

Breakfast to us was 11:30 - 12:30 usually at the local Western Sizzlin' Steak house. This wasn't unusual eating habits for a rock-n-roll band in those days. This visit had a double dose of crass involved and started as we were sliding out trays down the line when one of the servers asked us, "Are you guys a rock-n-roll band?" Without a hitch, our witty, sharp tongued, smart a$$ bass player says, "No, we're male strippers." That was just for laughs and way funny. The real deal happened once we got seated. We're all doing our usual "last night replay conversation" over our food, when I noticed this 60ish year old gal across the way who just couldn't seem to take her eyes off of us. Having been used to people look at us a lot did not apply here. This lady could not, for the life of her, look anywhere else. She was so beamed on us that it started to get creepy. I honestly thought her glare was more focused on me and I couldn't just sit there without responding someway. This actually went on for over 5 minutes. I told the guys about her and they too had noticed. I told them, "Watch this." Nonchalantly, I sat back in my chair, looked her dead in the eye, to which she refused to look away, and I pulled an old gag on her. I stuck my index finger way up my nose, dug around a bit, and then stuck my middle finger in my mouth and licked with delight. :y: I thought that old biddy was gonna turn purple. A fond memory for sure.

Got one you wanna share?

 

[blackbrandt]

Oh, god, I don't have time to go through the whole list.

 

[shrox]

We went to concert, couldn't find any parking. We saw an MG taking up extra space, so four of us lifted, pushed and dragged the MG over, and turned it so I could park. It was still there when we got left, I wonder what the owner thought.

 

[dave carver]

Yes, we all have probably done something to get back at someone that was neither violent or caused harm to get a level of satisfaction because he or she deserved it. My short story goes back to the early 80's when I was an "on the road ax junky."

Breakfast to us was 11:30 - 12:30 usually at the local Western Sizzlin' Steak house. This wasn't unusual eating habits for a rock-n-roll band in those days. This visit had a double dose of crass involved and started as we were sliding out trays down the line when one of the servers asked us, "Are you guys a rock-n-roll band?" Without a hitch, our witty, sharp tongued, smart a$$ bass player says, "No, we're male strippers." That was just for laughs and way funny. The real deal happened once we got seated. We're all doing our usual "last night replay conversation" over our food, when I noticed this 60ish year old gal across the way who just couldn't seem to take her eyes off of us. Having been used to people look at us a lot did not apply here. This lady could not, for the life of her, look anywhere else. She was so beamed on us that it started to get creepy. I honestly thought her glare was more focused on me and I couldn't just sit there without responding someway. This actually went on for over 5 minutes. I told the guys about her and they too had noticed. I told them, "Watch this." Nonchalantly, I sat back in my chair, looked her dead in the eye, to which she refused to look away, and I pulled an old gag on her. I stuck my index finger way up my nose, dug around a bit, and then stuck my middle finger in my mouth and licked with delight. :y: I thought that old biddy was gonna turn purple. A fond memory for sure.

Got one you wanna share?

Hehehehe. I've done the same but I'm missing part of my left hand ring finger. Placed in a nostril it looks like it's shoved halfway to my brain

 

[Gary Byrum]

We went to concert, couldn't find any parking. We saw an MG taking up extra space, so four of us lifted, pushed and dragged the MG over, and turned it so I could park. It was still there when we got left, I wonder what the owner thought.

Ppl that do that are making an effort to keep their cars from getting dinged. It's a pitiful display of inconsiderate behavior in my opinion. They should park away from other cars. Your reaction is justified and to say the least, prolly made this person scratch his head. Much like the time a bunch of us lifted one of our other buddies 60's VW Beatle and parked it between 2 corridor polls at the school. There was no way he could get it out unless we all helped move it. It was funny at the time and we did get it out after a good laugh.

 

[Gary Byrum]

Hehehehe. I've done the same but I'm missing part of my left hand ring finger. Placed in a nostril it looks like it's shoved halfway to my brain

You really need to post a pic of that.

 

[DAllen]

I'm a construction inspector for a living and I get saddled with a college intern every now and then during the summers. Some are good, some are, well, let's just say their mere presence is enough to drive a man to the looney bin. So when one of them is dumb enough to get into the porta potty when I'm around...let's just say it's pretty impossible to get out of said potty with the bumper of my work vehicle pushing against the door.

-Dave

 

[Gary Byrum]

I'm a construction inspector for a living and I get saddled with a college intern every now and then during the summers. Some are good, some are, well, let's just say their mere presence is enough to drive a man to the looney bin. So when one of them is dumb enough to get into the porta potty when I'm around...let's just say it's pretty impossible to get out of said potty with the bumper of my work vehicle pushing against the door.

-Dave

I'm glad I work for myself.

 

[paul.nortness]

Sadly, many of my stories cannot be told here. I don't want to upset the "This is a family site" people.

One PG rated episode occurred while I was in Boy Scouts. We were on a camping trip breaking in some new scouts....I asked one of the more annoying ones if he had a light bulb repair kit and if not, could he find one for me. After scouring our camp for one, someone suggested he try the ranger station (a good 2 mile hike). About an hour and a half later.....a jeep pulled up with a very stern looking ranger. He gave us a good talking to until the kid was out of earshot and we all had a good laugh.

 

[blackbrandt]

:rofl:

 

[MasonH]

Sadly, many of my stories cannot be told here. I don't want to upset the "This is a family site" people.

One PG rated episode occurred while I was in Boy Scouts. We were on a camping trip breaking in some new scouts....I asked one of the more annoying ones if he had a light bulb repair kit and if not, could he find one for me. After scouring our camp for one, someone suggested he try the ranger station (a good 2 mile hike). About an hour and a half later.....a jeep pulled up with a very stern looking ranger. He gave us a good talking to until the kid was out of earshot and we all had a good laugh.

Funny, I did something similar with the scouts but told him to find a four leaf clover. The kid was eyeballing the ground for hours...

 

[Andy Greene]

At a dealership that I worked in, the guy in the stall next to me used to love to pull all sorts of pratical jokes. I warned him a ton of times, he wouldnt like the payback- of course he thought it was game on. That day before lunch I went out to his old 72 Mustang and ran a jumper wire from the Mallory Supercoil to his seat frame. The look on his face as he when he got in and spun it over was priceless- yeah it mighta stung a bit :y:-
but he never played his pranks with me again :wink:

 

[Gary Byrum]

At a dealership that I worked in, the guy in the stall next to me used to love to pull all sorts of pratical jokes. I warned him a ton of times, he wouldnt like the payback- of course he thought it was game on. That day before lunch I went out to his old 72 Mustang and ran a jumper wire from the Mallory Supercoil to his seat frame. The look on his face as he when he got in and spun it over was priceless- yeah it mighta stung a bit :y:-
but he never played his pranks with me again :wink:

That's what I'm talking about! Payback is a mother! 10 points on that note.

 

[soxfan121]

me and some friends are thinking for a senior prank (we're going to be seniors in highschool in a year) we might take our one teacher's smart car and bring it into the school and place it somewhere like the main hallway. she wouldn't find it funny but everyone else including teachers besides the dean and principal would.

 

[shrox]

Ppl that do that are making an effort to keep their cars from getting dinged. It's a pitiful display of inconsiderate behavior in my opinion. They should park away from other cars. Your reaction is justified and to say the least, prolly made this person scratch his head. Much like the time a bunch of us lifted one of our other buddies 60's VW Beatle and parked it between 2 corridor polls at the school. There was no way he could get it out unless we all helped move it. It was funny at the time and we did get it out after a good laugh.

We did it because....we were young, drunk and stupid. No car alarms yet either.

 

[Gary Byrum]

me and some friends are thinking for a senior prank (we're going to be seniors in highschool in a year) we might take our one teacher's smart car and bring it into the school and place it somewhere like the main hallway. she wouldn't find it funny but everyone else including teachers besides the dean and principal would.

Classic!

 

[DAllen]

I'm glad I work for myself.

Well, I might of shook it a little, honk the horn, got the blue water to splash on his backside but at least I didn't tip it over. Can't understand why the little punk flipped me off. Kids these days...no respect.

I did see on a job site where a worker was inside a manhole cussing up a storm because he though someone "urinated" down the pipe while he was trying to get some work done in there. Actually, it was just some water trickled down the pipe. Another worker came along and told the guy to "shaddup we're in a neighborhood here and there's kids." But NO he had to keep hollerin' about the "urine" and of course while he's in the manhole yelling the sound just seems to reverberate everywhere. So the worker outside of the manhole (let's call him Ken) gave one last stern warning about cussing which was ignored. Ken then proceeds to grab a 1/4" round piece of steel used as temporary covers on the manholes and slammed it down on top of the manhole the other worker was in. Ken then grabbed a nearby hammer and began to wale on the steel. As you can imagine, being in a concrete confined space with a 250 pound very strong farmer beating the crap of a large chunk of thick steel might be a tad...loud. Needless to say, we didn't hear from the guy working in the manhole for the rest of the day. He just mumbled something about having a bad headache.

 

[WAC_Hal]

One payback I can remember was one of our group had gone for burgers and failed to even ask if we wanted any. So we re-payed him by topping off his radiator with some recycled beer we had drank earlier. I wonder how long that was in there before it got checked? It had to be pretty ripe smelling.

Another prank that was played on a good friend on mine was rather unique. We were both in the police Explorers when we were in high school. We had our monthly meeting at the police department which was next door to fire department. If you have ever been in the company of either civil servant you know they can be real "inventive" with practical jokes.

My good friend Don drove a '72 or '73 Honda 600 car. These were not much more than a motorcycle with four wheels. It became a regular thing for the firefighters to pick up his car and turn it sideways between two other angled parked cars. Don got where he could actually drive out of there after performing 10 or 15 point turn aound.

This of course challenged the firefighters to come up with something a bit more extreme. One evening after our meeting Don came out of the PD unable to find his car. After lengthy search, he found by locating the 102" CB radio antenna sticking out of the top of a dumpster. The guys from the FD had lowered into a dumpster using ropes like you would lower a coffin into a grave. Needless to say my friend invested in a car alarm with a tilt sensor.

 

[shrox]

One payback I can remember was one of our group had gone for burgers and failed to even ask if we wanted any. So we re-payed him by topping off his radiator with some recycled beer we had drank earlier. I wonder how long that was in there before it got checked? It had to be pretty ripe smelling.

I just remembered the fish in the hubcaps prank.

Nasty thing to do in Arizona.

 

[luke strawwalker]

Ppl that do that are making an effort to keep their cars from getting dinged. It's a pitiful display of inconsiderate behavior in my opinion. They should park away from other cars. Your reaction is justified and to say the least, prolly made this person scratch his head. Much like the time a bunch of us lifted one of our other buddies 60's VW Beatle and parked it between 2 corridor polls at the school. There was no way he could get it out unless we all helped move it. It was funny at the time and we did get it out after a good laugh.

Yeah, I've seen A-holes do this...

I was taking my grandmother to a restaurant one day, and some A-hole in a brand spanking new Cadillac did this right up near the front of the restaurant... So I'm not making my 80 something year old grandmother walk from the @ss-end of the parking lot, so I let her out, then proceeded to park the 91 Escort wagon about three inches off this jerkwad's driver's side door... I still had room to squeeze out since the parking lot was actually pretty wide on the spaces, and the Escort was a fairly narrow car, and happily the other guy in the next spot had parked off-center to his driver's side...

Made the turd climb across the seat of his freakin' new Caddy to get it out of the space... LOL Serves the sum%!tch right! hahahaha...

Later! OL JR

 

[blackjack2564]

You mean something like putting a rocket trailer on the roof of a container with a fork lift?
Then letting the flier who left it on the field go nuts looking for it.:lol:

Seems no one ever looks up.


Orrrr............

.........shooting ladies of the night from the roof with air rifles, to drive them from the neighborhood.:dark:

There's a story I wish I could tell ya!

 

[luke strawwalker]

At a dealership that I worked in, the guy in the stall next to me used to love to pull all sorts of pratical jokes. I warned him a ton of times, he wouldnt like the payback- of course he thought it was game on. That day before lunch I went out to his old 72 Mustang and ran a jumper wire from the Mallory Supercoil to his seat frame. The look on his face as he when he got in and spun it over was priceless- yeah it mighta stung a bit :y:-
but he never played his pranks with me again :wink:

Yep, mechanic's pranks are the best... Least you didn't run it to his GAS TANK!! LOL

When I was in mechanic's school, our instructor in electronics was kind of a mean old fart... he warned us up front "nobody sleeps in my class"... Well, being in the evening class, sometimes that was hard to avoid... especially for guys working jobs in the morning... We had long steel tables and "barstool" chairs to sit at in the classroom... so this one guy at the next table falls asleep during a long mathematical lesson on transistors and diode bridges and stuff, and ends up completely falling over facefirst onto the steel table, sleeping blissfully-- til he starts to snore... The instructor gets out a big ol' fat high microfarad capacitor off his desk, and charges it with a 9 volt battery a few seconds... walks quietly over to the table, and silently motions the other students back... then touches the leads to the table right in front of the guy-- ZAP!!! He came up from there like a bullet!!! We all had one heck of a laugh...

One of our other instructors was telling us about the time he worked at a Cadillac dealership in the late 70's/early 80's... they sold a big ol Fleetwood Braughm and the guy kept bringing it back complaining of noises it made while driving... a few different mechanics had been through it, trying to figure out what was rattling, or what was squeaking, or what exactly the problem was... it was a metallic tapping/clanging that mostly seemed to happen during turns and braking and acceleration. Finally, as one of the senior mechanics, he was told to work on it and do "whatever was necessary" to fix the car, since this was a "valued customer". So, he sets to taking the car apart... basically gutted the entire interior of the car-- seats out, door panels all apart, takes the dash apart piece by piece... finally removes the dash entirely from the firewall and strips off the air handler and ventwork system, heater core box, all of it... finally gets down to the firewall... as he's working on it, he notices a string taped to the firewall, suspended down between the inner and outer layers of sheet steel making up the upper firewall... he pulls it out, and there's three washers tied to it, one above the other, a few inches apart tied to the string... on the bottom was a note tied to it, laughing at the poor A-hole that had to tear the car apart to find this little stunt from one of the assembly line workers...

When I was in mechanics school in early 91, I had a little pocket color TV... we'd watch it in the break room while I ate my lunch that I brought from home (hot plate my grandmother made for me every day, usually pork chops or steak and mac-n-cheese or mashed taters and a veggie, usually peas, cabbage, or something similar). We'd watch the coverage of the Gulf War on my pocket TV, so I usually had a group of guys around me watching the TV as I set it on the table in front of us while I ate...

Since I had my hot supper fresh from the microwave, I usually had a pill bottle full of salt to season my food-- I eat TONS of salt-- absolutely love the stuff... so after I finished my supper, (we ate at about 7 pm at night since I went to evening classes) I'd sit there and lick my finger and dip it in the salt and lick it off my finger, just idly sitting there eating salt while watching tv... sometimes I'd thump the pill bottle a little and dust a little salt into the lid, and then toss it onto my tongue like downing a shot of tequila... Of course this grossed out some of the guys, and one of them was determined to be the health nazi of the group and constantly chide me, saying my "pipes were gonna rust" and all this sort of stuff, and ride me for eating so much salt, and he'd get downright apoplectic when I'd just sit there and eat SALT ALONE after supper... so one day, after putting up with some of his jibes for awhile, I decided to get him back...

We were all just sort of innocently watching the war coverage on the TV, and I had been idly eating a bit of salt from the lid of the pill bottle... when it was empty, I held the pill bottle with the salt in it up to the lid and innocently tapped it with my finger like I was dusting another pinch of salt grains into the lid to toss into my mouth, but I carefully but surruptitiously made sure that I DIDN'T put any salt into the lid... Then, I waited a bit like I was watching the TV idly, and when I saw the guy looking at me with my cap of "salt" ready to eat, and he was primed to make another remark, I quickly moved it up to my nostril, pinched the other nostril off my with finger, and did a REALLY LOUD and LONG SNORT up my open nostril over the pill bottle cap, while tossing my head back at the same time... Then I shook my head a couple times, blinked my eyes for effect, and yelled "WHOO!!!!" and shook my head again and smacked a couple times for good measure and snorted a bit...

Everybody turned toward me instantly, and were just looking at me wide-eyed, with their jaws on the floor... my "health nazi" was running for the trash can to toss his cookies... The other guys were like "OMG!!! DID YOU ACTUALLY just SNORT table salt??" I was like "h3ll yeah! Wanna try it?? ITS GREAT!!!" It was absolutely priceless... The health nazi was about to puke and having the heaves over the trash can and was muttering in total shock and disbelief, and other other guys were like "WTF" so I fessed up... No, I didn't actually snort salt... I just was tired of getting razzed about eating too much salt and decided to teach them a lesson by making it LOOK like I did...

Nobody ever muttered a thing about my salt eating habits again... LOL

Later! OL JR

 

[shrox]

You mean something like putting a rocket trailer on the roof of a container with a fork lift?
Then letting the flier who left it on the field go nuts looking for it.:lol:

Seems no one ever looks up.


Orrrr............

.........shooting ladies of the night from the roof with air rifles, to drive them from the neighborhood.:dark:

There's a story I wish I could tell ya!

I am amazed at how she appears to be balancing that shipping container! Strong lady!

 

[TALON]

My brand new 85 Accord LX was a week old. Had to wait 4 weeks to get it in the color i wanted & never did see one in that color for those 4 weeks and the week since i got it. Went to the grocery store, parked dead center in space (always do to not agitate an A Hole & getting my car keyed).
When I came out, some A Hole parked so close I couldn't get in & he gave my new car a real good ding! Eyeballing the ding I knew he did it (we traded paint). Well being 29 & vengeful, I keyed his car from the front door through the front quarter panel (his car was facing the opposite way) as I made my way to the passenger side of my car so I could get in. I tried three times to unlock the door, as I was scratching my head wondering why the key didn't work, I noticed another Accord with the same color as mine .....OOPS! this wasn't my car!

 

[luke strawwalker]

me and some friends are thinking for a senior prank (we're going to be seniors in highschool in a year) we might take our one teacher's smart car and bring it into the school and place it somewhere like the main hallway. she wouldn't find it funny but everyone else including teachers besides the dean and principal would.

Be careful about pranks that can get you kicked out before graduation...

When I was in high school back in 88, I had a friend named Sonja... she was a hispanic girl, a friend of an old girlfriend of mine, and had been the girlfriend of a buddy of mine... we were in a lot of classes together, and so we talked some, though there was all that was to it... Her new boyfriend was this big hispanic guy named "Bundy", who worked in the cafeteria... He was a senior so we didn't really know him much, and he was a big stout dude-- not somebody you'd want to mess with...

Well, we were in American History, one of our required classes as juniors... the school had ONE Am Hist teacher, this freaky middle aged guy named Mr. Fisher... Seriously, this dude was a FREAKING CLONE of Mister Rogers, you know, from the old "Mister Rogers' Neighborhood" TV show (Google it if you're too young to know who Fred Rogers is...) I mean this guy looked like his flippin' TWIN BROTHER... even wore the same goofy sweaters and shirt and tie, slacks and sneakers as "Mister Rogers" did on PBS kids TV... it was freaky... BUT this guy was a really weird A-hole... he WALKED 15 miles to Rosenberg just for kicks... he'd walk 5 miles out of town past the farm on regular occassions... he drove an old early-mid 60's Corvair (rear engine car) that he'd bought fresh out of college-- he'd removed the back seat to "save gas"... well, I guess the 20 year old Corvair was getting long in the tooth for him, because he FINALLY bought a new 1987 Buick Century to replace it... and first thing he did when he got it home-- removed the back seat, to 'save gas"... the guy never married, never dated, never went anywhere but school and to his dinky loft apartments in this little rinky-dink dormitory like apartment building run by the supermarket owner across the street from the post office in town... a REAL piece of work, to say the least... and he was an A-hole too...

Well, anyway, we're sitting in his class one day, and we had some free time, since we'd finished the assignment, and we were looking at Sonya's pics from the prom... I didn't go, but me and some other kids were looking at her pics, but she and Bundy and her friend Hilda (who was EXTREMELY HOTT and I was totally interested in at the time) HAD gone, so I was enjoying the pics... Well, Fisher is making the rounds up and down the aisles, checking on the other students still working on their assignments... he comes up behind Sonya, who's quietly describing what we were looking at in her pics, and Fisher leans over, and points at the pics in her album, and says in a rather prick-ish tone, "well, all the GUYS look nice in those pictures-- BUT THE GIRLS ALL LOOK LIKE TRAMPS!!" (we kinda figured the guy was playing for the other team if you catch my drift). Sonya and her girlfriends who were looking at the pics were shocked, and me and this other guy looked at each other and just shook our heads, because Fisher had turned and walked off...

Well, ol' Bundy heard about this from Sonya... and one thing you don't mess with is a Hispanic guy's woman-- machismo kicks in and that just don't fly... So, Bundy grabbed a potato from the school kitchen where he worked part of the morning and went out to the parking lot, found Fisher's shiny new car, and shoved that potatoe just as far up the tailpipe of that car as he could, and went back inside... nobody was the wiser...

That afternoon Fisher went to leave school, and guess what?? His shiny new car will spin the motor over til the battery melts down, but it won't start for love nor money... he gets a ride home and a wrecker hauls his car off for repairs... a few days later he gets it back... minus the tater in the tailpipe...

Course they never could PROVE who did it... this was LONG before security cameras on campus were ever even thought of... and Bundy didn't ADMIT to anything... at least not publicly... but he "stood up for his woman" and justice was served...

Later! OL JR

 

[luke strawwalker]

I just remembered the fish in the hubcaps prank.

Nasty thing to do in Arizona.

My brother works for the country drainage district...

Well, the guys tend to talk smack out there and play tricks on one another... Jay (my brother) owed one back, and while eating lunch he happened to find a golf ball someone had evidently whacked out of their yard over into the county drainage canal... He picked it up and pocketed it.

Later in the day, he was over near the trucks and went to get some drinking water from the cooler on the back of the truck. While he was over there, he went to his nemesis' truck and popped the hubcap off, and put the golf ball inside, and promptly popped the hubcap back on...

Made the gosh-awfulest noise until you got up to highway speed... but stopping, turning, and starting were pitiful... guy cussed all the way back to the shop.

Then, since Jay STILL owed him some, he grabbed a couple loose ball bearings off the shop table where something was being repaired, popped the hubcap off his personal truck, dropped them inside, and popped the hubcap back on...

More cussing ensued the next day when the guy got back to work... the next day I think it was GRAVEL in ALL FOUR of his hubcaps...

If you want to play games, FINE, game on, BUT they don't tolerate WHINERS!!!

Later! OL JR

 

[luke strawwalker]

You mean something like putting a rocket trailer on the roof of a container with a fork lift?
Then letting the flier who left it on the field go nuts looking for it.:lol:

Seems no one ever looks up.


Orrrr............

.........shooting ladies of the night from the roof with air rifles, to drive them from the neighborhood.:dark:

There's a story I wish I could tell ya!

Who's the dish?? LOL Later! OL JR

 

[TALON]

Then there was the time I was hiking/camping with friends, one of them had a running prank war with me. Well after hiking all day and a couple of beers my friend started to nod off. When he was starting to have REM I walked over by him and knelt right beside him & pulled out my 22 revolver loaded with rat shot (for snakes) & fired it into the bank of the creek we set up camp by. Well he woke up with a shocked look on his face, to see me with a (fake) shocked look on my face. I stuttered the words "it went off by accident! I didn't mean to shoot you!. I never saw a guy feel himself up in 2 second screaming where! where! Pay backs are a Witch! LMAO!

 

[Salvage-1]

I like these stories.... grin... remind me of 'better days' before kids and things happened...

Here is mine.

A couple of dozen years back, I was still on college in a small town called Galashiels, in the Borderlands of Scotland. 10 of us were renting an old 4 story house (including attic) and had a rather ornery neighbour!
6 of us were into bikes. I had a CX500, there were a couple of FJ1200's, etc. etc. Every weekend, this old (compared to us) guy spend all his time working on his boat. This was a nice 24(ish)ft wooden sailing vessel with diesel engine. If he thought we were being noisy, on went the engine. If we had a BBQ and beers, on went the engine. This thing stank and belched. Yeah it was probably that we deserved it and we were probably more annoying than he was, but one day we decided we had enough.
We got back from classes on Friday night and noticed he was not at home. Friday night was planning! Friday night we made a few phonecalls and over the night, more bikes appeared outside, and the party just kept biggering and biggering!! Saturday morning rolled over us. Early Saturday pm, we rolled out to the local greasy joe and repaired the aches and pains with a good 'ol English breakfast of lard, meat and strong tea.
We got back about 3 in the afternoon and, after checking neighbour was still missing, we went to work.
It takes about 12 idiots in their 20's to move a wooden sailing boat off its trailer, and carefully balance it on its keel and shore it up with housing planks and 2x4's. We then gathered our tools and reduced said trailer to a pile of constituent parts, each in their own boxes.
Party then restarted and continued through the night.
Sunday morning neighbour came home and we were woken by a rather angry Scotsman banging on the front door and disputing our collective parentage in front of the locals.

This backfired a little when the local constabulary turned up and informed us that we need to restore the boat to its former state and position. They stayed to watch we did it.
We didn't care, I think we added insult to the injury due to the fact that we were all laughing throughout the restoration process. Even the local cops were laughing with us at the end.

Weirdest thing, after this, we never had another problem with the guy and we all got along quite well!

 

[aditat2]

When I was in the Air Force we had a prank that we pulled on all new incoming pings ( a ping is the electronic sound of hair growing - something all comming out of basic had - growing hair). Our squadron was all electronics trainees. Whenever a new man was sent to the barracks we would make sure that when the time came to buff the floors that the new guy was present. The first thing that would happen is the senior airman would look at the plug for the buffer and announce that it was a "type A buffer" and we had "type B" current in our dorm, so the buffer wouldn't work until we got our "type B buffer amplifier" back from the squadron next door. The new man would then be sent on a quest to get our "buffer amplifier" back. Of course our neighboring squadron ws well aware of the prank. I remember one guy who was gone for almost the entire night trying to find our missing amplifier. He was sent from barracks to barracks within the neighboring squadron and was then sent clear across the base to another group where the process was continued. When he returned - worn and exhausted - the floor was all buffed out and we were all in bed. It was then that it dawned on him that he had been sent on a fools errand. And - no - it wasn't me - I knew what a buffer amplifier was before I ever got into the Air Force having worked with the building of short-wave recievers when in High School.