[Seven years bad luck is a cheap price to pay for the ability to see more than one reflection of your soul.] Pranklympics: Part Forfenschlackle

Yep, after a few requests, I came up with some more pranks. So without too much further ado, I give you...

257. On Valentine's Day, dress up like Cupid. Use real arrows and enforce your choice of love interests through liberal use of superglue.

258. Cement snowmen in front of town hall.

259. One KKK member. A fifty gallon drum of honey. A couple of beehives. The forty yard dash.

260. Think rodeo. Think dogie-tying. Now think big, annoying, purple dinosaurs.

261. Go to a militant feminist rally. Superglue frilly lace bras to their foreheads and herd/chase a bunch of them to a Victoria's Secret store.

262. Get one rolled up magazine. Walk down a crowded New York street and randomly whack people on the nose, saying "Bad dog!"

263. Play "pin the tail on the donkey" with a real donkey. And a staple gun.

264. Paint big yellow smiley faces on each manhole in a big city.

265. Go to a crowded pool hall. Play marbles with the pool balls and use the sticks to fence for the last marble.

266. Go to a news convention. Spray-paint a pentagram in the middle of the floor. Start chanting incoherently and then turn into a "demon" (Obfuscate or Vissectitude will work well). See how many journalists actually stick around to hear the retelling of your troubled childhood in Hades.

267. Know anyone who says, "Wild horses couldn't drag me away!"? Prove them wrong.

268. Get a bag full of multicolor neon spray-paint and find the Lippizano Stallions.

Well, that's all for now. The Prankthology will be coming soon to a neighborhood near you...

-Peg Leg Pete, I'm serious this time... really...

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