Another Evil Prank

[SmeeAgain]

True. We were at least 5 miles from any store and no vehicles. But in those walking days it was common to do 50 miles of hiking in a weekend. So there were some gas station sandwiches.

I ate a truckstop hotdog once on a bet. Kept it down too! Yep... the kind that slowly spins on the wire rack for months... maybe years.

 

[Insignificant bill]

I ate a truckstop hotdog once on a bet. Kept it down too! Yep... the kind that slowly spins on the wire rack for months... maybe years.

That had to be a hell of an ordeal

 

[SmeeAgain]

That had to be a hell of an ordeal

It started out as a simple bet... that wasn't going to go anywhere... then came the famous "double dog dare!" Without ANY other options, I ate the nasty thing.

 

[CoalTrain49]

This is my story. I was in the Navy back during the Vietnam war. I worked on the flight line and was in a crash crew. There were many hours of shear boredom while manning a crash truck during flight ops. We had M8 flare pistols to warn student pilots who were trying to land with their gear up. Being curious I took one of these flare cartridges apart to see what was in it. They held a thin powder wafer and two magnesium disks. The powder wafer ignited the disks and propelled them about 100'. I removed the disks and replaced the metal cap. I fired a few of these to see the effect. Lots of flame from the muzzle but little else. The cap was light so it only went a few feet. It was the equivalent of what you might see in a staged wild west shoot out with a 12 ga shotgun only more muzzle flash.

Next up is a guy I worked with who loved pranks. I fell for a few but vowed to even the score. After one of his pranks I calmly told him the next time he did it would be his last. He laughed and thought I was joking, of course. I then set him up by using an accomplice. Another guy who loved a good prank told him that I had some mental issues and to stop the pranks. That was sort of a challenge for him because he didn't believe any of it. I think he smelled a prank but he never saw this one coming. He pulled a prank on some new guy and I heard about it. I broke a flare cartridge down to a blank and replaced the cap. I calmly walked over to him with the pistol in my hand and told him the pranks were going to end. He couldn't believe it when I shot him. Lots of smoke, noise and muzzle flash. I think he actually thought he was going to die. A few other people saw it and thought the same thing. Nobody got hurt and it was a lot of fun. There's always payback.

 

[entropy]

That is kind of like the time I brought my .357 Trooper to school-with permission from the principal, but the guy who asked me to play a 'robber' so he could demonstrate his disarming' Tae Kwon DO moves for a class we were in didn't know about my 'surprise'. The principal held on to the gun until I needed it for the class, then he decided to stick around and watch the show. So Mr. Tae Kwon Do and I square off, me in the typical dumb robber stance, him in a stance that telegraphed the roundhouse he would attempt long before him foot left the ground. He started his spin, I stepped my right leg back, pulled the pistol into my side in a retention position, and pulled the trigger. The only two people who knew that I had primed .38 Spl. brass in it were the principal and I . The Look on the martial artist's face was priceless, and I turned to the class and said, "And that is a good demonstration of why you shouldn't attempt to disarm someone unless you have been properly trained." (I actually had been, as my Dad and I worked on retention/disarming regularly at the time, because I was going to take LawE classes the next year, and it was good practice for him, a St. Paul cop.) That guy would not talk to me the rest of the year, and apparently the lesson didn't sink in, because on a class trip to Anaheim, he wanted to take on three Marines fresh out of boot. His girlfriend and her best friend talked him out of it....

 

[AMraider]

I was just out of high school and hunting pheasants north of town in a picked cornfield when I found a balloon. The attached note was from a 3rd grade girl participating in a longest balloon travel contest. Whomever found the note should mail it back to the Elementary with the location it was found. I mailed the note up to a college friend in the next state about 250 miles north. She mailed it back to the school and surprise....the little gal won!