If you put a condom on the tailpipe and rev the engine, it will expand to about 8 feet long. Then when you shut the car off, it is almost stretched enough to fit properly.
And they tell me I have problems!Thanks for showing others there is still hope for me! You---I'm not sure!:confused:
Gee guys, I said pranks, some of you are vandals. The moving of others little cars stories reminded me of two stories from my youth; While attepting last minute Christmas shopping at a VERY busy shopping mall with a few of my other delinquent friends we drove up and down the aisles for what seemed an eternity looking for a spot, any spot, to park. At the very front of a row(this was the days before prime spots were reserved for handicapped) was an LBC, that's Little British Car for those unaware, angle parked across the TWO front spaces. At the end of the row was a wide raised curb. There were five of us in my '64 Impala wagon. We made ourselves a spot by lifting the LBC and perching it atop the curb of the island with all four wheels off the ground. Passers by applauded. When we returned the car was gone, I have no idea how he moved it, my car was unmolested. A few years later I was living in a townhome situated on a cul-de-sac, there were three buildings each with four homes. Everybody knew one another and it was almost exclusively young first time homeowners. We all got on well and often partied heartily together. One neighbor was an incorrigible stoner who didn't socialize much. One summer night our usual group was outdoors grilling and drinking when Mike, the stoner, pulled into our court, remotely opened the garage, drove his Vega in and closed the door without so much as a hello. Deciding to have fun with him we waited an appropriate time for him to pass out but not long enough for any of us to do same. The garages had seperate doors but were a common building with only a half wall and a chicken wire fence demising the space so gaining entry was a snap. Opening the door quietly was a challenge, not only because of the normal noise an overhead door makes but because we were all laughing like (drunk) hyenas. Anyway we managed to push the Vega into the court by putting it into neutral but the steering was locked so we had to lift and scoot it a bit at a time to turn it around and return it to it's spot in the garage facing the opposite direction from when it was parked, then closing the door. Sipping our Sunday morning coffees outside waiting anxiously for Mike to leave we weren't disappointed. The door rolled up, Mike walked around the car once, looked out, saw us and said "You F@$#%ers!" got in his car and drove off.
Hmmmm.... How about taking a bag of sugar and pouring some on the ground below the gas filler door. Leave the empty bag there with the pile of sugar and let them wonder how much of that is in their gas tank?
When I was a kid, I lived down the street and below a hill where they parked the school buses. they all ran on gas so my brother and I snuck under the fence and siphoned out the fuel with a seventy five foot long hose pipe! we hid in the bushes down below and sold it to all my friends for ten bucks a tank full. That went on for over a year until one of my friends cut the fence and got caught by the cops and ruined it for us all.
Remember, all of this is being monitored by your local law enforcement officers. A prank is sticking a tator in your tailpipe. I'd never steal (borrow) watermelons or pumpkins and throw them on the street corners and stick them on stop signs.
I thought this thread was going to be about real pranks like stuffing raw potatoes into my neighbor's tailpipe or packing someone's oilfilter full with both fine and coarse valvegrind compound, just before they pack the vehicle full to vacation at the opposite end of the continent towing a trailer behind them. I find this disappointing :banghead3:
To me stuffing potatoes in strange places is a prank. But some of those other things are vandalism. Station wagon owners would never do that!
Guy we went to school with had a late 70's Honda Civic. We got into it after football practice one day and turned his wipers on, he left the keys in it, then stopped them when reached the straight up position. We then took the wiper arms off and put them back on in the correct "off" position. When he got out to leave practice he had a very water free hood.
It's become a cult object the inventor calls "Kilter". Must be some collage of gray Photoshop images. The thing is so weird that it tickles everybody's funnybone, for some odd reason
If I wake up dreaming about that thing I will want to kick you off kilter! Actually if you stare into his eyes he's kind of cute!