Funny Senior Pranks Novels & Stories

Luke couldn't stop laughing and neither could I. I'd been laughing about it all day and it didn't seem to go old to me. It was the most hilarious prank in Bluefalls because the king himself fell a victim of it. It only became funnier when he was walking down the hallway with pink dye all over him. I'd never been so satisfied in my whole life. Who knew a locker prank could be so funny? I'd seen numerous locker pranks but it was by far the funniest I experienced. It definitely left a mark on Bluefalls because no one dared pull a prank on him but guess what?

Just a wall away, I could hear Shirley Hunt's voice lift with excitement. "Prank number 96 is a success!" Marvin Chambers's tone held a sharp, unfamiliar sarcasm. "Did you enjoy it?" One of Marvin's buddies chimed in, laughing. "Marvin's so sweet to get back at Serena for you, Shirley. But she brought it on herself for stealing your national scholarship and that game design competition trophy. "Once he hits 100 pranks, he's going public with you!"

I asked, getting irritated by their insipid jokes. “What slave girl are you talking about? The one who appears to be the group leader said. “Have you been smoking weed” another asked. “You look like you need help” the skinny one added. “Stop it!” I screamed at the four of them, I was getting frustrated with their stupid pranks. Are they trying to drive me nuts, what was with all the clownish attitude?

I'm shocked at how easily my temper rises around this jerk of an animal. "Oh Olivia Henderson,how much fun i had since,the look on your face was priceless"He kept laughing. "What in the name of fuck are you talking about?"I asked. "You've been Pranked"He kept laughing stupidly. Whatever was making him laugh was something i definitely wasn't finding funny. "Pranked?I don't understand"I furrowed my eyebrows. "Ok...let me put it in more simpler terms to your brains capacity"He started. Did he just call me dumb?

My name was Gina. I had been married for eight years and haven’t worked a single day since the wedding. I rarely went out and my husband, Michael, was my only real connection to the outside world. But my life was far from boring as Michael had a knack for keeping things exciting. Before his latest business trip, he meticulously planned a date night and bought me a gift. I peeked inside the gift box and rolled my eyes. "Another one of your creepy pranks? Aren’t you a little too old for this?"

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

he asked as he looked up at me with fear in his eyes. "No. Some immature seniors make booby traps to prank others into believing that there's a ghost that throws books on people." "It's supposed to be funny?" "For them but it's not funny for others because some people get hurt." He laughed nervously. "I almost believed the rumors. So stupid." I laughed too. "After experiencing that just now, anyone can consider it." He suddenly held each side of my face in his hands. "This is the first time you've laughed today. What's bothering you?"

I hissed at her and then entered the mansion. Grandpa is sitting in his wheelchair in the sitting room, taking his medication. Wait a minute… Didn't the caller say the man was dying? I expect to see him lying on the bed, not able to lift a finger. But here he is, taking medication by himself. What is happening? Is this a prank or what? “Grandpa?" I approach him with my brows raised. “Who is this?" The man doesn't even recognize me again? What nonsense! I am sure he is pretending.

“I wouldn’t go this far. Two people are dead. It looks like a guy that I’ve known for years might be the culprit. We were never able to reach Connor, you know.” “Okay,” she said slowly. “So, if we end up having to go back inside we’re not going to see Jeffrey and Jennifer smirking at the top of the stairs with tomato sauce all over them?” “How can you ask me that?” Brock said sternly. “Let me make this clear once and for all. The prank I pulled was at dinner last night. The weekend gag was the fake gold. I don’t have anyone’s cellphones, not even my own. This is not a setup.”

In the end there would be no leaving without a black eye unless you're Chuck Norris, even he would probably have his ankle bitten by a Karen underneath the dog pile of people. Elsewhere. An older man in his late fifties to early sixties was outside being dog piled by a group of children in a beautiful garden, as a giant banquet was unfolding on the grounds of a massive estate. "RAAAH Get GRANDPA!" "I'm coming for you ya old geezer!" "Marco Don't talk to your grandfather like that!" "Sorry momma!" "Don't apologize to me, apologize to your grandfather!' "It's okay sweetheart we're all just playing!" The elderly man smiled waving his hand dismissively.