Kidnapping Edgar’s Dog

Since I was unable to post a blog last week as I was busy on a field trip in Mammoth Caves, I’m making today a triple feature! lol

One day senior year, Ashley and I went over to my bro Edgar’s house and rang the doorbell. When Edgar opened the door, we lunged for his dog Shaggy (yes, named Shaggy, not Scooby lol) and then booked it to my car. We drove shaggy over to my house and texted Ed some ransom pictures of us holding him. Then after 30 minutes or so we brought him back and acted like nothing happened.

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Fun with pet-napping!

Handing Out Lemons

This is a perfect example of a fun and silly thing that can really screw with people! (and that’s what is really at the heart of a good, clean shenanigan after all!)
Me and my buddy Jeremy made shirts with the word “life” on them and then went to Kroger and bought like 9 or so lemons and then went and stood outside of the Florence mall and handed out them out! Most people didn’t really get it or thought we were trying to sell them something or didn’t just plain didn’t want them (what’s life like? Lol) but a few people who put 2 and 2 together thought it was hilarious!
Here is me with captain America and some girls! We forgot to get any other pictures! hah

The Talking Magikarp

I decided to re-skin A Big Mouth Billy Bass into a Magikarp from Pokémon!

Alright… This one I guess isn’t technically a shenanigan, and it’s definitely not a prank, but it’s still a cool thing that’s definitely fitting on this blog!

So this past summer, my brother was a thrift store and as a joke, bought me one of those tacky old “Big Mouth Billy Bass” things that were popular in the early 2000s. It was actually pretty funny to see one of these things still around! I then got the idea that I could probably make this thing a little more interesting, seeing as if I’m going to have it around, why not actually make it something to display? I then realized how easy it would be to mod into something else! And if I ruin it, oh well, it was like $3!

So I decided to re-skin the fish into a Magikarp from Pokémon! It would be cartoony and easy to do! I ordered some liquid latex off of Amazon, and then started building a base or full-size model of the Magikarp to later mold and make the latex version. I started with cloths hanger wire and duct-tape and papier-mâché. After I got this going, I covered it and reshaped it using layers of clay and duct-tape! I didn’t really have a better medium to work with unfortunately, so this took quite a while (like 10 hours or so before it was shaped properly).

Next, I was going to take my solid model of Magikarp, then make a negative mold of it in silicone, then paint the latex inside of that… But it turned out I didn’t get enough silicone (that stuff is expensive!) so I just started painting the mask latex right onto the model.

The latex painting took forever too, since it needed about 20 layers or so to really be thick enough.At this point, my professor in my prop making class at NKU gave us an assignment to modify an old object and make it new, and he said I could use this project for that assignment, so I now had a reason and time frame to finish it!

Finally, I peeled off the latex and powdered and painted it (poorly, because I rushed) with Acrylics! I made an eye out of some photo paper, and then I stuffed the latex with open-cell foam, like the original Billy Bass. Next I fitted the fish on, and Bam! Done.

Well, I still need to change the name plate and try and fix the mouth to articulate it better!

And maybe repaint it too, hah!

The Dart Gun Drive-By

Armed with several Nerf automatics and enough foam to fill a small couch, Me, Beans and Jeremy put the squeeze on a few local businesses! We Darted up McDonald’s and the Kroger parking lot, not one of our cart-pushing high school friends were spared!….

And they were nice enough to help us pick up the darts afterwords! lol :)

The Craigslist Mean-Ass Rooster

A few years ago, I was looking through the free section of craigslist a saw an odd posting titled “free mean ass rooster”. The ad concisely stated that a man was looking to get rid of one “mean ass rooster” for free. To funny! I showed this ad to several friends, simply because I was captured by its unintentional humor and mystery. But soon enough it was removed and the fun was over!

Then, this past September I found myself looking at the free section of the Cincinnati craigslist again, and as luck would have it, I see the following ad:
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This was, without a doubt, the same man’s ad looking to get rid of his mean ass rooster! what are the odds of seeing this “sequel” ad out of all the hundreds of weekly postings!?!

I immediately saved this ad and sent it around, then it occurred to me… I now have the opportunity finally find out why that rooster’s rear-end was so mean! So I texted the number in the ad and this was our conversation:
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Darn! Someone already swept up that mean, mean rooster! Hah! So I asked my burning question, which he responded with a disappointingly empty answer.
Clearly this guy has a problem with his roosters developing “mean-ass” qualities, so I thought I should offer him my services in case it should happen again (and I decided I’d use his kind of grammar to blend in a bit) :
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You never know, it could be a dud.
Maybe that rooster could just from a bad egg.
I’m no veterinarian, but I’m pretty sure that dud is a medical term for a bad rooster.

He never replied to this message, I’m guessing because he was simply baffled that I had figured out that his new rooster was already going bad, and he didn’t want to admit to himself that he had already failed the little guy.

But I couldn’t just leave it there, so I gave it a few months and then texted him back to check in his new rooster:

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Now the fun is really starting! Let’s see if I can convince him he ended up with a dud!

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I’m pretty sure he meant “who is this” but I answered the question regardless

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Donny Nuggets is the name of a character from Textastrophe, a blog (similar to this one) that pranks people on craigslist, which inspired me to text “Mean Ass Rooster Mike” in the first place, so I thought it was a fitting tribute.

I’m just trying to help him out of a jam! That rooster will do Mike no good, and he knows that!

That’s the end of our conversation…
For now!   I felt like I was pushing Mike a little too hard, so I’ll wait a few months and I’ll text him again, probably sometime around April… So stay tuned for the conclusion!

When I do text Mike again, what should I say about his new nice rooster? Tell me in the comments below!

The Hotel Room Heist Hijinks

This is just a classic case of hijinks and being in just the right place at just the right time!

We were at the Kentucky Junior Classical League annual Latin convention on a school trip with our Latin club. The rules for the rooms were “no leaving rooms after midnight” or something. So of course, my friends who were in the room connected to ours decided to sneak out the window (we were on the first floor) to our neighbor’s room to hang out, leaving their windows open so they could return. Since they were quite afraid of getting in trouble, we of course decided to play to those fears and mess with them!

After they left, Chas W. and I went into their room and took EVERYTHING we could out and piled it all into their bathroom with the bathroom door closed and window left gaping open. We succeeded in truly making it appear as though the room had been ransacked by window-entering crooks!

When they returned an hour or two later, we positioned ourselves to listen as they climbed in the window and began freaking out about the empty room before them! They were in almost complete panic when they busted into our room to tell us that they had been robbed just moments before also poking their heads into the bathroom to discover their belongings were still there.

They were good sports about it, and so were we, as we help them put everything back. I think in the end Chas and I had the most fun that night!

That picture, taken by Chas W (all credit is due!) is the lift-able contents of their hotel room completely condensed into just their bathroom! Fun!

The Dorm Mail Crocodile

So I received this email from our dorm building manager before Christmas break freshman year, stating that in only a few days from now the dorm mail service would be closed for break, and that they could not make ANY EXCEPTIONS….
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I found this a little hard to believe… There has to be some circumstance in which an exception could be made! I decided to try to find out, and replied with this message
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My friend must be too scared to ask for himself! The building manager sent me this email in return:
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Green light! Now I can really have some fun with it! I read somewhere that it is legal to mail alligators up to two feet long through the US postal service (although this no longer appears to be the case), so I thought why not go for that!
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Unfortunately he didn’t bite… And by he, I mean the building manager. He assumed I was joking… and I was.
Though at the time, I had an elaborate idea to mail myself a box like this one

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But with a speaker and battery inside that would play crocodile noises every few hours! Sadly I didnt bother to do that at the time…
Oh how I regret not doing that! That would have got me a response!

I later sent him another message (or thought I did, but now I’m realizing I sent it to myself!) detailing the beast’s condition
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I wondered why he never replied to that! But I also wonder if he would have anyways!

Either way, my friend’s croc was pretty furious during the unboxing…

I’m still on the email list for the dorms… maybe I’ll pull something like this again!

The Teasure of James P Callahan

freshman year I decided to make this treasure map and hide it around the building, leading to the non-existent treasure of the misspelled-wrong-name “John P. Calihan.”

The dorm building that I lived in at NKU was called the “James P. Callahan Hall”, but everyone simply referred to it as just Callahan hall. (It was named after Kentucky Senator James P. Callahan, who advocated for NKU funding and had recently passed away)

For some reason one day during freshman year I decided to make this treasure map and hide it around the building, leading to the non-existent treasure of the misspelled-wrong-name “John P. Calihan.”

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The map led to the sand in the valley ball courts. Of course I didn’t actually put anything there in the sand. But the next day, I checked where I had hidden the maps and they were ALL gone… I looked outside at the valley ball courts and there was obvious evidence of attempted digs… My RA Matt and his roomie Michael had found the maps and spent quite some time digging for it!

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He was pretty heartbroken when I informed him it was just a prank… I felt bad for tricking him a little, so I decided he needed a real treasure hunt!

A few weeks later I put together a large 10 part scavenger hunt for him and the other residents in the hallway! It was kind of a spur of the moment thing for most of them, which is why it was so much fun! It included pirate costumes, buried clues (for real this time), cross campus treks, secret codes, historical riddles, unlocked basement maintenance closets, Etc.!
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And of course, the treasure of John P. Callahan!  (not the real one, mind you. That’s a secret closely guarded by miles of under-dorm passageways and various freemason booby-traps!)
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Fun was had by all!

The Poetic Response

poor Red-Type-Who must be at the end of their rope,
but for Seat-Crapper we know at least there’s still hope

This is definitely is in my top 3 favorite pranks of all time!

One day in august of 2014, while walking down the hall to my dorm room, I noticed a large note on the door to the dining hall staff bathroom… This is the note, typed in all red and clearly placed by an unhappy employee:
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Disgusting right?!?! Like what in the world happened to make them have to put up a sign like that?!?! The worst part is that whoever was pooping on the “toilet seat or floor” and wasn’t cleaning up after themselves was also serving me food… if they were not cleaning up after themselves, they likely were not washing there hands either…

But why, in the name of all things decent, does that sign have to be on the outside of the door?!?! Where students who live and eat here can see it?!?! Couldn’t it at least be on the wall above the toilet?!? After walking by it for a week or two and being horrified each day it still was up, I decided I could take it no longer…
So I happened to stumble across a fantastic poem of a related subject online, which I then edited and expanded on. It was then printed out and heavily taped up next to the original disgusting note… This one is very doctor Seuss inspired…
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That picture is pretty grainy, so here is what my “response” poem said:

All the Whos down at Who Inc. NKU, the tall and the small
Could poop without being revolting at all
The Whos, when pooping, would poop in the pot
But the Seat-Crapper, who worked at Who Inc. NKU, would not

Just yesterday morning, around ten past eleven
The Seat-Crapper started pooping at mach oh-point-seven
And when Red-Type-Who had to poop their Who-Hash from last night
They went into the staff-bathroom and got quite a fright:

There was poop on the floor, there was poop in the stall
There was poop on the seat and on every wall
There was poop on the tile, there was poop on the grout
There was scarcely a place where poop was not about

There was poop on the handle, there was poop on the tank
There was poop on the john door, oh how that poop stank!
There was poop everywhere, the new paint was peeling
Why that Seat-Crapper even got poop on the ceiling!

Red-Type-Who had enough of the Seat-crapper’s antics
suddenly Red-Type concocted a note of semantics
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disregarding the literate students whom the employees fed

“It’s okay at the home when one craps on the seat
It’s okay at the home when one poops on concrete
but at this place the Whos must share just the one crapper,
so when you miss the mark just simply clean it up after

You are not at home, here at the work place,
you cannot crap like you are in outerspace.
that simply won’t do here at NKU, I know it’s not easy,
but to clean it up right will make it so much less creepy”
The poop was bad, maybe Callahan’s worst ever
but truthfully the note was not all that much better
poor Red-Type-Who must be at the end of their rope,
but for Seat-Crapper we know at least there’s still hope

surprisingly it remained there for about a week before it was removed! Unfortantely they left the orginal note up, fully ignoring my polite way of saying “this is disgusting, students don’t want to see this”…
So I made a second note that was much more direct to that point
It was even formatted exactly like the orginal!

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They took that one down two days later… With the original still up…

What vile things must have been occurring in that bathroom to make that note so critical to keep posted there!?!?!

Finally I just decided to deface the note that had been defacing the basic decency of every student who ate their…
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keep it up!

they took the note down and it was never seen again…

Success!

“but truthfully the note was not all that much better
poor Red-Type-Who must be at the end of their rope,
but for Seat-Crapper we know at least there’s still hope”

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