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Here’s a question from Chris from Sunderland:
Someone told me they committed a prank in which they, amoung a large group of co-prankers, picked up this guy’s car, and hid it in his garage. When the guy then reported the car as being stolen, the police searched around the area, and discovered the car in the garage. They then thought he was playing a prank on them.
So answer me this: have you commited any japes, pranks, or serious shenanigans that have been a little over the score?
I’d put money on you readers having done so, so while I’m down at the bookie’s, tell everyone about your mischief in the comments. Meanwhile, Harry from Fleet is cooking up his own prank:
I was thinking up some good old-fashioned revenge ideas when I sprung upon the idea of urinating onto my father’s cake. This got me thinking whether you could make icing from wee.
Later on still, thinking along the same lines, I wondered if there could be any more practical uses for the stuff? With the increasing prices of water, perhaps could it not act as nature’s 2 for 1 deal on water?
I’m sure there are lots of wonderful uses for human urine, Harry, but I’m more interested to find out what it is your father has done to you to warrant being served up a lovely slice of piss-soaked cake. And whether all of his five senses are really bad enough for him not to notice your extra ingredient.
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Answer Me This! Podcast 
June 25, 2011 at 7:34 am |
I wondered if similar to the margarine turd jape you could try with a tub of ice cream. Indeed yes you can You should have seen the face of my Aunty Margaret last Sunday when spooning up dessert after lunch. Laugh? I nearly shat myself.
June 22, 2011 at 9:45 pm |
Worst one I ever saw:
1. Take 1 tub of margarine
2. Melt in microwave until liquid
3. Insert some variety of turd
4. Replace in refrigerator to harden and become opaque.
June 22, 2011 at 12:59 pm |
At a boring house party some years back my mate smeared tomato sauce on his wrists whilst I chased him out of the house with a kitchen knife shouting “let’s finish this” and other such phrases. Nobody at the party seemed to care (or weren’t “with it” enough to – it was pretty late in the night by this stage) but we ran into the front garden and a police car was passing at that moment. They sort of saw the funny side, but not before giving us a severe ticking off.
June 21, 2011 at 12:20 pm |
On our muck up day last year, we released 20 live chickens into our headteachers office.