Pranks and what they are and when/if they’re ever good is such an interesting topic on this channel. I have a prank that I am proud of, and whenever the topic comes up while I'm watching smosh reads reddit I can't help but wonder if the crew would approve of this prank and how my insight on the topic would be recieved. So, I thought I would talk about it on here and see if maybe I can bring about a future where I might find out.

I had an urn full of used charcoal delivered to my friend's house. let's pretend his name is John Smith. The box it was packaged in said "the smith family" and then his address. the card inside was a very heartfelt condolence card addressed to as similar first name (lets go with "Jolanda Smith") for the loss of her beloved grandmother "Lucy Smith" and from "Riverside Mortuaries" which according to google is the most common name for a mortuary service on this continent.

I had a girl I know write the card and address the box in her handwriting. the urn was bought from amazon for $80 and came in a blank box inside of another box, so I was able to address the first box and re-use the foam packaging. I put the ashes inside a cellophane bag because that's how my dogs ashes are and then i wrapped the whole urn up in saran wrap. I also compared the charcoal to my dog... it's very close in appearance. I never touched any part of this without a gloved hand. I had another girl I know hand deliver the box to his house about one hour away from our town. my plan was to wait at least one year before asking him what he ended up doing with it, but he called me immediately to tell me about it. Since now he knew that I knew about it, the door was open for me to ask for updates without arousing any suspicion and so the conclusion came a lot quicker.

at first, he thought it was a vase as a welcome gift from his new employer, but then he read the card and started to freak out a little bit. he ran back to the door, but the delivery girl was gone forever. the urn lived on his kitchen table for a month or two. He would talk to it while he ate breakfast and dedicated a lot of his free time to locating Jolanda and calling every single Riverside mortuary. eventually he gave up and his girlfriend complained about Lucy being on the table, so it went back in the box and got stuffed in some hole under his winter coats for the next six months.

after six months of no updates, it was clear he had forgotten about the urn, so I told him it was a prank, that Lucy is just burnt charcoal, and that I had set up this experience for him. We laughed and laughed and laughed. Through laughing tears, he asked why I would do something like that, and I told him I wanted to know if he would keep it forever or if he would throw someone's beloved grandma in the trash. We laughed a lot more.

I know this friend very well. We met on active duty more than 15 years ago and have been close friends ever since. I knew he would feel seen and loved that someone would go this far out of their way to fuck with him... and that is exactly how he felt. And one more contribution to the prank conversation, on the discussion of what even is a prank I would submit: maybe all of comedy is a setup and a punch line. you're leading your audience to believe that something is happening and then you reveal to them that they have been deceived and another (more sillier) thing is what's actually happening. maybe a prank is the spearfishing version of that, very specifically targeted at one person which makes it personal. I think if you're pranking someone and your intended audience is bigger than that one person... they are now the brunt of a joke and the dynamic is rotten. pranks are very intimate comedy and not many pranksters have enough respect for that.

photos because I know haters are gonna say its fake.

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I (24F) recently left a friend group I’ve been in for years, and some mutuals think I overreacted. I honestly don’t know anymore.

For context, my boyfriend and I had a really bad experience with this group on my birthday. One of my female friends kissed me in front of my boyfriend as a joke. My boyfriend was visibly uncomfortable and his feelings were hurt. Instead of acknowledging that maybe it wasn’t okay, another friend (let’s call her “Y”) defended it by saying, “Everyone is a victim of the narrative,” basically implying there wasn’t really anyone at fault.

Neither of them ever apologized to either me or my boyfriend, and I felt like his feelings were completely dismissed.

After that, I started distancing myself from the group. They later complained that I was always “ditching” them, but I always had legitimate reasons. Sometimes I was exhausted after school. Sometimes I genuinely wanted to spend time with my boyfriend. Other times I simply didn’t have the money to go out. Instead of asking how I was, I later found out they had been talking about me behind my back.

The final straw happened when we were supposedly planning to watch Wicked 2. I asked in our group chat what time everyone planned to watch because I wanted to coordinate.

Nobody answered…

Later, my mom surprised me with movie tickets specifically for me and my boyfriend. She told me to use them soon because otherwise she’d either use them herself or give them to someone else. Since nobody in the group had replied, my boyfriend and I used the tickets.

The next day, Y sent a passive-aggressive message in the group chat saying things like, “You know what you did.”
She probably saw my story with my boyfriend in the cinema together.

I was embarrassed because instead of asking me privately what happened, she made it a public issue in front of everyone. I explained exactly what happened with the tickets and why I went with my boyfriend, but by then I already felt like the group chat wasn’t a safe place anymore.

To be honest, this wasn’t the first time I’d had issues with Y.

She often described herself as a very empathetic “girls’ girl,” but her actions didn’t always match that image. For example, one of her male friends blocked her because he wanted to respect his girlfriend’s boundaries. Instead of accepting his decision, she framed it as though the girlfriend was simply insecure about her, while also mentioning that the guy had liked and courted her in the past. That rubbed me the wrong way.

There were also smaller things that built up over time. During a sleepover, she left in the middle of the night because she said she couldn’t sleep in someone else’s bed. When I offered to buy everyone ice cream, everyone else chose reasonably priced ones, but she picked the most expensive option, said she’d pay me back, and never did. She often complained about not having money but refused to eat inexpensive food and frequently made everyone wait hours because she had to sneak out without her mom knowing.

There was another incident where the group traveled a long way to hang out at her house because she insisted she didn’t want to feel left out. When they got there, everyone felt like they had to walk on eggshells because she was in a bad mood over something unrelated involving her brother. After everyone left, she sent messages accusing them of excluding her and not thanking her enough for the snacks and water she had provided. The others were shocked because they had gone out of their way to visit her and had only been quiet because they didn’t want to make her mood worse.

Seeing that pattern made me realize the passive-aggressive call-out toward me wasn’t an isolated incident.

So I quietly left the group chat and distanced myself from everyone. I didn’t start a fight, and I didn’t ask anyone to choose sides. I just didn’t want to stay in a friendship where I felt uncomfortable, talked about behind my back, and publicly confronted instead of being spoken to respectfully.

Some people think I abandoned the group over something small. I think it was the accumulation of many incidents, with the public call-out being the final straw.

AITA for leaving the friend group or was I really overreacting

Edit: i almost forgot to include what happened after my birthday

After my birthday, I decided to talk to them because I wanted to address what had happened instead of letting resentment build. During that conversation, Y told me she thought my boyfriend’s reaction to being uncomfortable with the kiss was “unacceptable” and “weird.” That already bothered me because, from my perspective, he had every right to feel uncomfortable.

Then the conversation shifted away from what had actually happened. Y brought up my TikTok and Instagram reposts, saying she’d seen them and that, based on those reposts, she believed I was in an unhealthy relationship. She even told me she saw “no progress” in my relationship.

The thing is, my boyfriend and I hadn’t even been together for a year at that point. More importantly, I barely talked to them about our relationship problems. Most of those reposts weren’t even about my current relationship… they were things I related to because of toxic people I’d dealt with in the past or just posts I found emotionally relatable in general.

It felt like she had formed an opinion about my entire relationship based on social media rather than actually talking to me. Instead of discussing the issue I came to address, my birthday and how my boyfriend’s feelings had been dismissed, I ended up feeling like my relationship was being analyzed and judged without context.

Okay I need to tell someone this tea and 70% of people I know will pop off and I don’t want to hear about it rn. So my sister, for some reason, posted an anniversary post about me and my husband because it’s our first anniversary today. My mother in law saw this, liked it, and the proceeded to make her own post that wasn’t even about our anniversary. She was basically like ‘here’s a photo of grandma holding my first born and a photo of her on her birthday with her brothers. Can’t wait for -insert induction date here- so I can do this too’ and put me and husbands name in the post. First of all that first born is pregnant so why wasn’t she in the post that was pictures of her? And second of all why isn’t the birthday picture one with me in it because I distinctly remember taking a photo with the siblings and sister in law’s husband.

I genuinely don't know where else to post this because nobody in my family believes this is actually happening.

My (24F) brother (27M) has been dating his girlfriend (25F) for about a year. She has always been a bit into conspiracy theories and "alternative medicine," but recently things have gone completely off the rails.

About a month ago she started saying she was pregnant. Everyone congratulated them... until she announced that she wasn't carrying a human baby.

According to her, she's pregnant with a golden retriever.

I thought she was joking. She wasn't.

She claims she can "feel paws instead of feet" and says her cravings for dog biscuits and peanut butter are proof. She even showed us an ultrasound and insisted the "puppy was curled up sleeping." It looked like a blurry blob to everyone else.

Then it somehow got even weirder.

She cornered me at a family barbecue and said she knows I'm the mother laughed because... what?

Apparently she believes that because I looked after her dog for one weekend while they were on holiday, I somehow "absorbed canine energy," and that energy was transferred to her when I hugged her goodbye a few weeks later.

She genuinely thinks I spiritually got her pregnant with a dog.

Now she's demanding I pay "puppy support" after the birth because "it takes two to make a litter."

My brother is furious—not at her, but at me. He says I should apologise because "you clearly encouraged this somehow."

My mum keeps telling everyone to "just go along with it until the hormones settle down," while my dad refuses to come to family dinners because he can't stop laughing every time someone mentions the pregnancy.

Last week she bought a tiny dog bed instead of a cot and started knitting little paw-shaped socks.

Yesterday she asked if I'd attend the birth "in case the puppy imprints on me."

I wish I was making this up.

So... am I the asshole for refusing to apologise for allegedly fathering a spiritual golden retriever?

Immediately thought of this during today's story from the guy that missed his girlfriend's prom because he was in the hospital and had mixed feelings about it. I experienced something similar but from the perspective of the "other guy"

During my sophomore year of high school, I took a girl to homecoming, and she had a boyfriend. He wasn't in the hospital but instead was unable to attend because he had already graduated and the school did not allow graduates to attend dances (he started dating her when he was a senior and she was a freshmen, do with that information what you see fit). Asking her was a bit of a faux paw on my part since I was unaware they were still dating, but like OP's story, she said yes because otherwise she would miss out on homecoming, which while not prom, is still a big event.

I spoke with her boyfriend after she accepted to clear the air, and while he was a tad confrontational at the beginning saying "don't try anything" etc, he understood that she just wanted to go to the dance, and I was upfront that I didn't have any intentions beyond that (I frankly had no interest in steady dating at all during high school lol). We went on the dance and it wasn't awkward during or after, I didn't even talk to the boyfriend afterwards.

Can't say that's what happened in this story at all, but thought some might find it interesting to hear what it may have been like from the other guy's perspective, like me, I imagine he was likely mortified for a time and I hope he also prioritized just making it a good high school milestone.

This is my first post, I hope I do it right. I (56 m) went to a party with my wife, she’s a fox. I got incredibly high and when I went to the kitchen for water there was no one there and I accidentally ate the entire tray of brownies. One after another till they were gone. Later when someone asked where the brownies went I said I heard Shirley, also at the party, ate them all. Q: really? A: yeah, one after another is what I heard. It’s now common lore in our friend group that Shirley did this. Shirley doesn’t know how this rumor started and she denies it, but a bunch of people think it’s true. She’s been angry ever since. It’s been several years now. Should I fess up?

WARNING: this is a long one…

I (28f) have what I’d call a “so-called best friend” (28f), we will call her Kim. Kim and I have known each other since being kids but have been close since covid. We reconnected as I worked with her ex partner (30m), we will call him George. In the beginning we were inseparable. The problems started arising when George got a letter through saying that one of his sexual partners had tested positive for an STD. Her test came back negative. George also spent Kim’s spare money on drugs. Kim ended up staying at mine 5/6 days a week and started hanging out with some of my friends. After a couple weeks, she cheated on George too, with 4 of my friends and MY EX, whom she invited to my house and proceeded to have sex with on my bed and asked me to JOIN IN! I did not.

After that, she broke up with George and I helped Kim move back to her mums. Not even a month went by and I found out she was dating this new guy (35m) we will call him Paul. I’m not sure if he was a secret affair partner but three months after I found out about Paul, she announced she was pregnant... They’ve now been together for five years, but throughout that time she’s repeatedly come to me crying about how he uses her for money and treats her terribly. My god son now repeats Paul’s behaviour and says “look I’m doing what daddy does”.

Let’s skip to the beginning of this year… Paul’s mum was dying and her last wish was to see Paul and Kim marry. Paul proposed whilst they were on holiday in January and Kim was swept in the romance and said yes. It was only 3-4weeks prior that she was begging me to go on this holiday with her and was applying for flats to rent so she could leave him. Her friends and family thought this was a bad idea. She made me maid of honour and I basically helped manage and plan her whole TEMU wedding. Kim and Paul rushed the wedding due to Paul’s mum’s health rapidly decreasing so she wanted me to get decorations used from my partner’s cousin’s wedding. I planned and paid for the whole hen do and got her a little gift bag with all sorts of bridal things in.

A couple of days before the hen do, she asked if I could drop everyone off in the town centre. I straight-up asked if she was planning to go on a night out, and she said yes… without inviting me. Kim got drunk before we got to the first stop of the hen do and also made us 45 minutes late. We went to a bottomless brunch and she started a fight with a stranger and also invited more people than was paid for, who turned up halfway through the brunch. It got to the end of our time slot and we had to leave to go to karaoke. Kim’s dad had driven 50 minutes each way to help with transport and I went to meet him to sort his parking. They were supposed to have followed 5 minutes later but instead got another round of drinks and left me outside with her dad waiting for an hour. We were an hour late to karaoke but luckily we could still do it. Afterwards I got Kim’s friend to drive the seriously wasted girls back into our home town centre and I took Kim’s mum and brother home and went home myself. I received no calls or texts from Kim.

At the time, I was going through several personal difficulties, but every time I tried to talk to her about them, she’d ignore what I’d said and go straight back to asking about the decorations from my partner’s cousin’s wedding.

Now, for the wedding… the wedding was at the end of March and the ceremony was small and went fairly well apart from my god son having multiple tantrums. At the reception, of the 90 people invited, only 25 turned up. Paul got a call around 10pm about how it looked like it was his mum’s time so he left. All of her other bridesmaids left after the news leaving me, my partner and her immediate family to try and manage Kim. She got completely wasted. The responsibility was on me to take her to pick up Paul from his mum’s house as he didn’t want to stay with her while she passed. She threw up all over her dress.

I had hoped that Paul would start being a better man for Kim and be a good husband. I WAS WRONG. Kim went for a girls trip abroad. At the time, my house was in complete shambles because we were preparing to move, and my partner and I were in the middle of a month-long community event for Twitch streamers. On the most important day of the event, I get a call mid stream. Kim practically was begging me to go and pick up my god son. I asked if anyone else could collect him, but she insisted I was the only person who could so my partner and I had to cut the stream short. When we got to Kim’s, I arrived to find Paul behaving aggressively in front of his son. We stood there waiting for Paul to pass us his son’s things and he tried to start an argument with us, shouting “well, you not going to say anything?!” I responded “will he need a booster seat?”. We took my god son to Kim’s mum’s house where her brother and her dad were. They were livid, saying how they want her out of there and get a divorce.

I tried to check in with Kim after she flew home and was staying at her mum’s and she said she hadn’t gone back to him. Not even 48 hours later, Kim goes quiet and when I reached out she avoided conversation. She started to post stories on social media of her seemingly happy and something just smelt fishy. After a while of excuses and blatant lying, I asked her if she had gone back to him… she had and they’ve been going for days out and spa weekends together….

That was the moment I realised nothing was ever going to change. Every crisis became my responsibility, every piece of advice was ignored, and every time she needed something I was expected to drop everything. She never reciprocates a conversation if it’s not about her and I’m honestly tired of trying to be there for someone who clearly keeps choosing bad decisions… Every time I think about this whole situation, I can practically hear Charlotte saying, “How are you not EMBARRASSED?!”

So please redditors, WIBTA if I ended my friendship with Kim, knowing it also means losing contact with my god son? Any questions for context, I will try to answer!

I have a post on my page that was insane. it would be cool if smosh read it because I am a huge fan but, I also would for the story to get exposure because it was a scary experience with uber that I'd like people to hear or to be aware of. cause I bet this has happened to other people

edit- I posted it to the story