Pranks

That`s the word, right?
Well, my first intention was to write another post, about young computer hackers who hacked into web site of our Special Department for High-Tech Crime of Higher Public Prosecution Office in Belgrade. The irony is that this department is responible for discovering high-tech crime and prosecuting it. I am not sure but I read somewhere that administrator of the site missed – or forgot – to change username (admin) and password (12345) :doh: and someone just used that as opportunity, got a root access and changed homepage. Nothing serious as I could see only jokes and a statement "Hacked by John The Ripper" and messages like "Find someone to make that password correct, this is website, not a rocket science". But when they find who did that, that person will face 6 months to 5 years of imprisonment. Now website is closed and all that could be seen is this.
No, while talking to San this morning, I remembered some things me and my friends did to each other while I was 18 and serving the Army, back in the 80s. She said I was a brat. I was not sure what that word means – in Serbian it means "brother" but I am sure it is something else. Well, what we did was both funny and serious, something usually happens when a bunch of young men spend a lot of time together, bored, with rules they are supposed to follow but are not likely to do all the time 😀
Once, I think it was in December 1988, I was still green (even though I had air force blue uniform), we decided to take one of our friends out on basketball playground, in the middle of the night, along with his bed he was sleeping in. Funny, he didn`t notice our laughing, below 0C temperature and wind. So he layed there, sleeping as a baby until officer on duty found him. He woked him up and helped him move his bed back to barrack. It all looked like Twilight Zone to both of them but we saw a Hell next weekend for that 😆
Popular prank back then were cruel things called "bicycle", "playing guitar" and "playing harmonica". One would sneak to a victim during the night and put a piece of paper between his toes, fingers or lips and set it on fire. It was funny to me to the point I experienced it myself – I played a "guitar" and ended up with a blister on my little finger :irked: Anyway, I never did that to anyone for I considered it too dangerous. Although, I remember one young man "riding a bicycle" for six times during one night, luckily without any injury. On a seventh time one friend came with a bucket full of water and extinguished a flame :doh: :doh: I bet poor man was feeling like drowning….
I was a victim several times. But I was careful, never first one to fall asleep. I remember once something woke me up in the middle of the night. At first I thought it was nothing then I heard someone laughing. I was laying still, thinking what happened then decided to sit and look around. The very next moment a big pile of shaving foam rolled down from forehead to my eyes, mouth… :yuck: :bomb: 😛
That winter it was usual for us to wait for someone to fall asleep, then open all windows letting chill air fill the room then remove blankets from victim. We even placed a bet how long it will be until he wakes up, and laughed watching him rolling on a bed trying to find something warm to cover 😆
Summer brought us different ideas. It was popular to cover a victim with as many blankets as we could. Once, there was a guy with more than 30 blankets on him on a very hot night. Later he told us he was dreaming someone was standing on his chest and that it felt like dying 🙄
But absolutely the worse thing I ever did to someone, happened in July 1989. and I am not proud of it at all. Even after all those years I feel ashamed but back then it looked like a great fun. One of the friends in my unit saw a photo of me with some girls :whistle: and started to ask questions about one of them. He said she look gorgeous and that he would like to meet her one day. He kept on with that, bugging me here and there so my other friend from the same unit (Damir, I hope you will read this one day so we can share the shame) and me came with a plan. We asked a boy from headquarters we knew had a nice handwriting and asked him to write a love letter. I put it in envelope and while being on a next home leave for a week, I sent it to him from a post office. When I returned, I told him that I talked to my female friend and that he can expect a letter soon. Oh boy, he was like on needles for a week or so. In meantime Damir and me told to entire unit what is going on so all of them were teasing him. And him, being shy, was red in the face all the time. Imagine his happiness when a letter finaly arrived – and his disappointment when, after few days we told him it was all set up. I needed to stop that because I was worried he will do something stupid, like running away from Army just to meet her. He could end up in jail for that :left: I felt sorry for him, I didin`t expect him to take it so seriously and promised myself to never make jokes with people`s feelings ever.
Now you know who are you dealing with here. What? Well, yes you are right, I am here for about 5 years now :whistle: I know, I was a brat even though I am still not sure what that word means. Will have to check on Urban dictionary…. Brat 😆 :ko: