Wednesday, 11 January 2017

Wicked Pranks I Played




Let us start the New Year with some jollity, shall we.

Since I was kid I loved to joke and mess with people’s minds. Usually the victims were either family members, close friends, or girlfriends. In later years, readers and strangers were included in the games. I can confidently say that sometimes I cannot control it, simply because it’s a lot of fun to plan and then execute such stuff.

The following are some of the pranks I remember quite well. 



1- Tova

During my late teens I had a long-term girlfriend. By the end of the relationship I began seeing two other girls, both of whom wore the same perfume that I loved. My girlfriend was suspecting and in a way I wasn’t trying to really hide — perhaps to make her jealous, or to see for myself that she cared, or to get back at her.

As such, one day I took an orange bandana of mine and passed by my much older cousin who also happened to have the same perfume. I sprayed a couple of times on it then went to meet my girlfriend. At the end of our outing right before saying bye I put on a cheeky look, got the bandana out from my pocket, and waived it in front of her face. The girl went mad and began fighting. Who gave you this? Is it X?



I didn’t say much while keeping a mischievous smile as we parted ways. Only later that night on the phone did I confess my joke. Of course, it took a whole lot to convince her, because who does that for fun? 



Well someone has got to.


 Eventually my girlfriend got the same perfume and the three of them wore it, making meeting them way easier. 



2- The White Rabbit’s Clock

A couple of years later on the last day of our summer in UCLA we had a mean party at the dorms. Three or four of us happened to be on LSD while the rest were drinking and smoking. At some point during the party one tripper, who was a friend of a cousin and whom I had just met him, asked me about the time. I remember sensing that he was confused and decided to play a little. I think I tried to playfully convince him that 1:35 am on the watch was really 7:05 am — by switching the hour hand with the seconds one. Ha. I then went to the few people he knew at the party and told them that if the guy asked about the time, they should tell him it’s 7:05 am.



We carried on with the party and the hysterical laughter before realising that the guy freaked out and left the place; because apparently he had work the next day. I never saw him again, but my cousin later told me that the he ended up at his house by 2:00 am or so, still believing it was morning time already. 



I certainly never meant to mess with the guy that much and I didn’t think he would, or could, buy the whole thing. But that was only my second trip and I didn’t know better. I’m glad he was fine. 



Another LSD-related farce I came up with can be found here: Placebo Effect & The LSD Prank.



3- My Girlfriend, The Dealer

In my late 20s I was dating a younger girl who also had her doubts that I did drugs. So one day as she was at my place I took my phone and began sending a message. 

“Hey man, my gf is here but you can pass by the stuff at home. 10 Es, 2 grams of coke, and some Rohypnol. Hurry.”

Still holding my phone, I asked her if she needed to drink anything and went down to the kitchen. 
Then I sent her the message. A few minutes later, I went up to see. She looked unhappy, yet trying to remain calm while holding her phone. Mentioning that I just sent her a message, I confidently said that I didn’t. She confirmed that I did by reading part of it. I pretended to look bewildered and reached for my phone on the bed to check.

A couple of seconds through, my facial expressions changed to a mixture of shock and embarrassment — because I just realised that I sent her the message by mistake. The girl was getting all nervous by then and was overwhelmed by the ‘evidence’ which fell into her hands by mere fortune. 



15 or 20 minutes were enough before I confess the prank. Once again here, she also didn’t believe at start. So I played even more, pretending that I’m pretending it’s a joke to cover my busted ass and to hint that I had really sent her that message by mistake, causing more confusion to the poor chick.



I eventually came clean and she was convinced. 






4- [Insert-Your-Name-Here] Fools’ Day

Last year during a visit to Egypt I wrote the following on my Facebook wall for all family, friends, fans, and followers to see:



Alright folks. It’s time to move once again, for Life is a never-ending journey. This next week I’ll be embarking on a one-year adventure through The Himalayan Mountain Range, during which I’ll be residing in several monasteries as well as in some ancient caves. I will not have access to Internet or any other “new-world” material. A carefully picked selection of books and my drums will be all I need. 

As for One Lucky Soul — the blog and the Facebook page — I have no other option but to put it on pause. Hopefully when I’m back, if I will, it will resume. 

I’ll miss you all and you’ll always remain in my heart. See you on the other side. 

Love One Another.

The comments on the status began to appear a few minutes after posting and didn’t stop for the whole day. My own parents were baffled and my mother had to call name on the phone to inquire, but she was trying to do it in a subtle way. I hadn’t seen her in a year and a half before that time so I  decided to exclude her from the prank and told her that I’m just playin’ everyone. 



Six or seven hours later, I followed the status with:



Happy Omar Fools’ Day, everyone. The story behind this last status goes way back to when I was 12 years old. Being a prankster since I was even younger, I loved April Fools’. I would go to my grandma and convince her that I’m changing schools, or whatever spoof I would come up with. 

But then, being a day when everyone was expecting to be fooled, it lost its meaning. No one would really buy anything outrageous you tell them on the 1st of April, so I stopped taking part in the game at this young age. Yet, I always wanted to find a way around it because I still love pranks and jokes and fun and laughter. And it only came to me some years ago. 



The idea is to randomly choose any other day of the year — doesn’t have to be the first of the month — and you try to come up with the most elaborate, imaginative prank you could think of. It could be anything you would consider a prank which you should try to hold for the whole day; well, half a day would do. Each year you pick a different day so that no one would suspect. 



The thing I noticed about my choice here is that I probably needed something way more bizarre and outrageous. All of you believed my words because it is something I would totally do. Actually, it’s on me bucket list. Instead, I should have said something like I’m getting married or so. No seriously, maybe I’ve been in contact with extraterrestrial life, or I’m becoming a satanist pimp, or I contracted a rare eye virus which makes me capable of seeing through your clothes or the world in kaleidoscope, or something. I do, however, promise to be more creative next year. Then again, the whole point is that many people buy it, just like you did.  



Now your unsurprised, encouraging comments make me contemplate heading to the caves and monasteries much sooner.  



Anyways, after many years of not being a player and a few years of planing, I hereby declare the death of April Fools’ Day and the birth of [Insert-Your-Name-Here] Fools’ Day. You’re welcome.” 



This year, I remembered Omar’s Fools Day and on a random morning I changed my relationship status on Facebook to ‘Married’ with that red heart and all and wrote: Finally!



But the anticipation and the complexity of the topic made me freak out and only three hours later I shared the truth. It was still enough time to receive some curious private messages from female friends and lovers.

Interestingly, I forgot to change the relationship status. Even though I made sure to choose not to show it on my page, I still remained ‘married’ for maybe 10 days afterwards until a friend told me. Yikes.



5- Con-tained

I go to this store about once a week where all who there work are girls in their 20s. Needless to say, I enjoy these visits and know most of them and they know me by name. But there is this one sweet girl whom I kind of fancy. A while ago I gave her the blog’s name to check it out and that was that.

Maybe about a couple of months back, she went inside to do something so I asked another one about her name; of course I had to ask the name of the one I’m asking as well, pretending that it’s about time I know everyone’s name. Yes, girls, especially younger ones, are sensitive like that; and if you can find a way to avoid it then why not. She told me the girl’s name was Bianca — I forgot hers because our memory needs space.

Bianca went on holidays and nothing happened for a while until one morning. After our usual friendly chitchat, I took off my shades, looking straight at those stunning green eyes and said:

Do you know that I have a remarkable ability to look at people and guess their names.

Huh. How do you do that?” She curiously asked

I don’t know but I’ve been doing it since I was kid. And it works 80% of the times.”

Looking interested, the other girls overheard and came a little closer.

I then pretended to be in deep reflection: “It’s a foreign name and it means something.

Well, yes,” she smilingly responded.

‘Reflecting’ again, I hesitated for a second before saying: “It ends with an ‘a’. Right?”

Smiling even more, “YES.”

So I smiled, showing that I’m getting more confident in my abilities.

More reflections with eyes closed and some finger-counting, “There are five letters before the ‘a’”.

She started counting on her own fingers then gave me a fascinated look and almost shouted one more “YES!”

Another 15 seconds, I said: “Bianca?!”

OMG… that’s it.

Is it?! I still got it, huh. Are you of Italian origin?” I asked her.

No, a Columbian/Dutch mix.

What a sweet combination.

Well I guess I’ll see you later, Bianca. Bye, girls.


I turned around in full amusement and under their bewildered, watchful eyes I left the store like a Gnostic Wizard.





Sweet Bianca went back to Florida right before this last Christmas without ever knowing that the wizard is also a prankster. 





ALSO VIEW: 



 
Placebo Effect & The LSD Prank 

OLS Reflections — الطبعة العربية المرحة

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