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70-Year-Old Prank Revealed

Posted by ryuzaki0 on from the inspiring-a-new-generation-of-pranking dept.

Saturday in the San Francisco Chronicle a story about a prank that the Clampers (E Clampus Vitus, man!) pulled on UC Berkeley was featured. In short the Clampers faked a brass plaque that intimated that Sir Francis Drake landed in Marin 462 years ago. The Clampers are an organization known for, well, drinking and horsing around, but this kind of prank, one that spans 70 years (or more than 400, depending on your point of view) is epic and inspiring.

94 comments

  1. And then Sir Francis Drake, when landed, said: by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    First Post.

    1. Re:And then Sir Francis Drake, when landed, said: by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Flamebait

      Stupid moderators on crack. That post is funny in so many ways.

  2. FP by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Troll

    FP this is, is it not? :) :) :) :)

    How cool.

    1. Re:FP by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Troll

      sorry curry boy, you failed it. now please kill yourself. thanks.

    2. Re:FP by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Flamebait

      if that's your idea of cool, i feel sorry for your dog.

  3. But by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Troll

    This ones even funnier

  4. 2nd post! by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Troll

    2nd post

  5. hello by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    hello

  6. Kase is a troll by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    FIRST

  7. 67 more years.... by larry+bagina · · Score: 5, Funny

    and 3dRealms will announce that Duke Nukem was also a hoax.

    --
    Do you even lift?

    These aren't the 'roids you're looking for.

    1. Re:67 more years.... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Troll

      hopefully in 6.7 years, there won't be an EU anymore. Old Euians need to be rounded up and shot in the face. The new EUians, like the Poles, are great. Unlike the faggoty French, they actually fought the Germans for more than 30 minutes.

    2. Re:67 more years.... by $$$$$exyGal · · Score: 1, Interesting

      Wow! I read about this 70 year-old prank this morning before it was added to /., and I was actually going to post it to my /. journal instead of the usual carefully selected geek porn.

      That is a fascinating prank. What I liked the best is the psychology of what happened. The guys friends were going to tell him what they'd done, but they opted to let the public down rather than let their friend be humiliated.

      I wonder how common this is?

      --sex

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      Very popular slashdot journal for adul
    3. Re:67 more years.... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      hopefully in 6.7 years, there won't be an EU anymore. Old Euians....

      Yeah, down with Euler!

    4. Re:67 more years.... by Reality+Master+101 · · Score: 2, Interesting

      This post implies that it's only been three years. Just for the record, the earliest Usenet Post referencing Duke Nukem Forever was June 7, *1996*. Yes, coming up on SEVEN YEARS. Heh.

      --
      Sometimes it's best to just let stupid people be stupid.
    5. Re:67 more years.... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      That's not the same Duke Nukem Forever though. They recycled the name through a few never released products because they liked it so much.

    6. Re:67 more years.... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      And that's no coincidence. Read Revelations if you want the Truth about DNF.

      For that matter, notice also the letters "DNF". D is 4, N is 14, and F is 6. Divide D in half and you get 2 - add that back to 4 and you get 6. Subtract that same 2 from 14 (N) and you get 12 - divide that by 2 and you get 6. But that's not the amazing part - now take the first 2 you used and multiply it by 6 (F) and you get 12. Then divide by the second 2 and you get 6 again. I won't even write the final result here, for fear of tempting the fates.

      Some people look forward to the final "release date" of DNF. They're fools.

    7. Re:67 more years.... by Spunk · · Score: 1

      Similar to Neverwinter Nights. When it resurfaced in the last few years I originally thought it was the same product they were planning in 1993

    8. Re:67 more years.... by netsharc · · Score: 3, Funny

      Interestingly, in some racing games they sometimes use "DNF" when a racer "Did Not Finish". :)

      --
      What time is it/will be over there? Check with my iPhone app!
    9. Re:67 more years.... by typhoonius · · Score: 0

      He's referring to a product called 'Duke Nukem Forever', which will be launched on PC and Playstation later this year.

      Aw, man, that's disturbing. It's like reading a letter from a soldier you know died in battle where he talks about what he wants to do after the war. If they only knew.

    10. Re:67 more years.... by NeoMoose · · Score: 1

      Even better, Valve will announce the same about Team Fortress 2

  8. My questions is... by gearheadsmp · · Score: 1, Funny

    Are the Clampers related to the Clampets?

  9. I like his cakes by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic
    Drake's cakes are the best.

    -- Devil Dog

  10. Old-timey Fun by molrak · · Score: 2, Funny

    So that's what people did before they had television and the internet to occupy themselves with!

    --
    You're only as smart as your brain.
    1. Re:Old-timey Fun by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Troll
      Old-Timey Fun

      When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard on that won't quit.

      Sixty years ago,I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.

      Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white under the brim of his battered felt fedora.

      He did not chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.

      Old Ike, he extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old man winked at me. Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game.

      I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."

      "Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men . . ."

      "I'll bet you do."

      ". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.

      "I though we were talking about . . ."

      "You like jumping old men's peckers?"

      I shook my head.

      "I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."

      That summer of 1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.

      Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as brown as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his high-top work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.

      "Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to corner then stuck it out far enough that the tip could touch the tip of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."

      "People do that?"

      He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"

      "I never . . ."

      "Well, old Ike's willing to let you find out."

      "No way."

      "Just teasing," said Ike. "But don't give me no sass or I'll show you my ass." He winked. "Might show it to you anyway, if you was to ask."

      "Why would I do that?"

      "Curiosity, maybe. I'm guessing you never had a good piece of man ass."

      "I'm no queer."

      "Now don't be getting judgmental. Enjoying what's at hand ain't being queer. It's taking pleasure where you find it with anybody willing." Ike slipped a handside the side slit of his overalls and I could tell he was fondling and straightening out his cock. "Now I admit I got me a hole that satisfied a few guys."

      I swallowed, hard.

      Ike winked. "Care to be asshole buddies?"

      ***

      We worked steadily until noon. Ike drew a worn pocket watch from the bib pocket of his loose overalls and croaked, "Bean time. But first its time to reel out our limber hoses and make with the golden arches before lunch."

      I followed Ike to the end of the greenhouse where he stopped at the outside wall of the potting shed. He opened his fly, fished inside, and finger-hooked a soft white penis with a pouting foreskin puckered half an inch past the hidden head.

      "Yes sir," breathed Ike, "this old peter needs some draining." He exhaled a sigh as a strong, yellow stream splattered against the boards and ran down to soak into the earthen floor.

      He caught me looking down at him. He winked. "Like what you're viewing, Boy?"

      I looked away.

      "You taking a serious interest in old Ike's pecker?"

      I shook my head.

      "Well you just haul out yourn and let old Ike return the compliment."

      Feeling trapped and really having to go, I fumbled at my fly, turned away slightly, withdrew my penis and strained to start.

      "Take your time boy. Let it all hang out. Old Ike's the first to admit that he likes looking at another man's pecker." He flicked away the last drop of urine and shook his limp penis vigorously.

      I tried not to look interested.

      "Yes sir, this old peepee feels so good out, I just might leave it out." He turned to give me a better view.

      "What if somebody walks in?"

      Ike shrugged. He looked at my strong yellow stream beating against the boards and moved a step closer. "You got a nice one,boy."

      I glanced over at him. His cock was definitely larger and beginning to stick straight out. I nodded toward his crotch. "Don't you think you should put that away?"

      "I got me strictly a parlor prick," said Ike. "Barely measures six inches." He grinned. "Of course it's big enough around to make a mouthful." He ran a thumb and forefinger along its length and drawing his foreskin back enough to expose the tip of the pink head. "Yersiree." He grinned, revealing nicotine stained teeth. "It sure feels good, letting the old boy breathe."

      I knew I should button up and move away. I watched his fingers moving up and down the thickening column.

      "You like checking out this old man's cock?"

      I nodded. In spite of myself, my cock began to swell.

      "Maybe we should have ourselves a little pecker pulling party." Ike slid his fingers back and forth on his expanding shaft and winked. "I may be old but I'm not against doing some little pud pulling with a friend."

      I shook my head.

      "Maybe I'll give my balls some air. Would you like a viewing of old Ike's hairy balls?"

      I swallowed hard and moistened my dry lips.

      He opened another button on his fly and pulled out his scrotum. "Good God, It feels good to set 'em free. Now let's see yours."

      "Why?"

      "Just to show you're neighborly," said Ike.

      "I don't think so." I buttoned up and moved into the potting shed.

      Ike followed, his cock and balls protruding from the front of his overalls. "Overlook my informality." Ike grinned. "As you can see I ain't bashful."

      I nodded and took my sandwich from the brown paper bag.

      "Yessir," said Ike. "I just might have to have myself an old fashioned peter pulling all by my lonesome. He unhooked a shoulder strap and let his overalls drop around his ankles.

      I took a bite of my sandwich but my eyes remained on Ike.

      "Yessiree," said Ike, "I got a good one if I do say so myself. Gets nearly as hard as when I was eighteen. You know why?"

      I shook my head.

      "Cause I keep exercising him. When I was younger I was pulling on it three time a day. Still like to do him every day I can."

      "Some say you'll go blind if you do that too much."

      "Bull-loney!" Don't you believe that shit. I been pulling my pud for close to fifty years and I didn't start till I was fifteen."

      I laughed.

      "You laughing at my little peter, boy?"

      "Your hat." I pointed to the soiled, brown fedora cocked on his head. That and his overalls draped about his ankles were his only items of apparel. In between was a chest full of gray curly hair, two hairy legs. Smack between them stood an erect, pale white cock with a tip of foreskin still hiding the head.

      "I am one hairy S.O.B.," said Ike.

      "I laughed at you wearing nothing but a hat."

      "Covers up my bald spot," said Ike. "I got more hair on my ass than I got on my head. Want to see?"

      "Your head?"

      "No, Boy, my hairy ass and around my tight, brown asshole." He turned, reached back with both hands and parted his ass cheeks to reveal the small, puckered opening. "There it is, Boy, the entrance lots of good feelings. Tell me, Boy, how would you like to put it up old Ike's ass?"

      "I don't think so."

      "That'd be the best damned piece you ever got."

      "We shouldn't be talking like this."

      "C'mon now, confess, don't this make your cock perk up a little bit?"

      "I reckon," I confessed.

      "You ever seen an old man's hard cock before," asked Ike.

      "My grandpa's when I was twelve or thirteen."

      "How'd that come about?"

      He was out in the barn and didn't know I was around. He dropped his pants. It was real big he did things to it. He saw me and he turned around real fast but I saw it."

      "What did your grandpa do?"

      "He said I shouldn't be watching him doing that. He said something like grandma wouldn't give him some,' that morning and that I should get out of there and leave a poor man in peace to do what he had to do."

      "Did you want to join him."

      "I might have if he'd asked. He didn't."

      "I like showing off my cock," said Ike. "A hard-on is something I always been proud of. A hard-on proves a man's a man. Makes me feel like a man that can do things." He looked up at me and winked. "You getting a hard-on from all this talk, son?"

      I nodded and looked away.

      "Then maybe you should pull it out and show old Ike what you got."

      "We shouldn't."

      "Hey. A man's not a man till he jacked off with a buddy."

      I wanted to but I was as nervous as hell.

      Ike grinned and fingered his pecker. "C'mon, Boy, between friends, a little cock showing is perfectly fine. Lets see what you got in the cock and balls department."

      In spite of my reluctance, I felt the stirring in my crotch. I had curiosity that needed satisfying. It had been a long, long time since I had walked in on my grandfather .

      "C'mon let's see it all."

      I shook my head.

      "You can join the party anytime, said Ike. "Just drop your pants and pump away."

      I had the urge. There was a tingling in my crotch. My cock was definitely willing and I had a terrible need to adjust myself down there. But my timidity and the strangeness of it all held me back.

      Hope you don't mind if I play out this hand." Ike grinned. "It feels like I got a winner."

      I stared at his gnarled hand sliding up and down that pale, white column and I could not look away. I wet my lips and shook my head.

      Old Ike's about to spout a geyser." Ike breathed harder as he winked. "Now if I just had a long finger up my ass. You interested, boy?"

      I shook my head.

      The first, translucent, white glob crested the top of his cock and and arced to the dirt floor. Ike held his cock at the base with thumb and forefinger and tightened noticeably with each throb of ejaculation until he was finished.

      I could not believe any man could do what he had done in front of another human being.

      Ike sighed with pleasure and licked his fingers. "A man ain't a man till he's tasted his own juices."

      He squatted, turned on the faucet and picked up the connected hose. He directed the water between his legs and on to his still dripping prick and milked the few remaining drops of white, sticky stuff into the puddle forming at his feet. "Cool water sure feels good on a cock that just shot its wad," said Ike.

      ***

      "Cock-tale telling time," said Old Ike. It was the next day and he rubbed the front of his dirty,worn overalls where his bulge made the fly expand as his fingers smoothed the denim around the outline of his expanding cock.

      I wasn't sure what he had in mind but I knew it wasn't something my straight-laced Grandma would approve of.

      "Don't you like taking your cock out and jacking it?" Ike licked his lips.

      I shook my head in denial.

      "Sure you do. A young man in his prime has got to be pulling his pud."

      I stared at his calloused hand moving over the growing bulge at his crotch.

      "Like I said," continued Ike, "I got me barely six inches when he's standing up." He winked at me. "How much you got, son?"

      "Almost seven inches . . ." I stuttered. "Last time I measured."

      "And I'm betting it feels real good with your fist wrapped around it."

      "I don't do . . ."

      "Everybody does it." He scratched his balls and said,"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Then, looking me in the eye, he lifted his leg like a dog at a tree and let out a long, noisy fart.

      Denying that I jacked off, I said, "I saw yours yesterday."

      "A man has got to take out his pecker every once in a while." He winked and his fingers played with a button on his fly. Care to join me today?"

      "I don't think so."

      "What's the matter, boy? You ashamed of what's hanging 'tween your skinny legs?"

      "It's not for showing off."

      "That would be so with a crowd of strangers but with a friend, in a friendly showdown, where's the harm?

      "It shouldn't be shown to other people. My Grandma said that a long time ago when I went to the bathroom against a tree when I was seven.

      "There's nothing like a joint pulling among friends to seal a friendship," said Ike.

      I don't think so." I felt very much, ill at ease.

      "Then what the fuck is it for," demanded the old man. "A good man shares his cock with his friends. How old are you boy?"

      "Nineteen almost twenty."

      You ever fucked a woman?"

      "No."

      "Ever fucked a man?"

      "Of course not.

      "Son, you ain't never lived till you've fired your load up a man's tight ass. "I didn't know men did that to each other."

      "Men shove it up men's asses men all the time. They just don't talk about it like they do pussy."

      "You've done that?"

      "I admit this old pecker's been up a few manholes. More than a few hard cocks have shagged this old ass over the years." He shook his head, wistfully, "I still have a hankering for a hard one up the old dirt chute."

      "I think that would hurt."

      "First time, it usually does," agreed Ike. He took a bite from his sandwich.

      I looked at my watch. Ten minutes of our lunch hour had already passed.

      "We got time for a quickie," said Ike. "There's no one around to say, stop, if were enjoying ourselves."

      He unhooked the slide off the button of one shoulder-strap, pushed the bib of his overalls down to let them fall to his feet.

      "Showtime," said Ike. Between his legs, white and hairy, his semi-hard cock emerged from a tangled mass of brown and gray pubic hair. The foreskin, still puckered beyond the head of the cock, extended downward forty-five degrees from the horizontal but was definitely on the rise.

      I could only stare at the man. Until the day before, I had never seen an older man with an erection besides my grandpa.

      Ike moved his fingers along the stalk of his manhood until the head partially emerged, purplish and broad. He removed his hand for a moment and it bobbled obscenely in the subdued light of the potting shed. Ike leaned back against a bin of clay pots like a model on display. "Like I said, boy, it gets the job done."

      I found it difficult not to watch. "You shouldn't . . ."

      "C'mon, boy. Show Ike your pecker. I'm betting it's nice and hard."

      I grasped my belt and tugged on the open end. I slipped the waistband button and two more before pushing down my blue jeans and shorts down in one move. My cock bounced and slapped my belly as I straightened."

      "That's a beaut." Ike stroked his pale, white cock with the purplish-pink head shining. "I'm betting it'll grow some more if you stroke it."

      "We really shouldn't . . ."

      "Now don't tell me you never stroked your hard peter with a buddy."

      "I've done that," I finally admitted,. "But he was the same age as me and it was a long time ago." I though back to the last time Chuck and me jerked each other off in the loft of our old barn. Chuck wanted more as a going away present and we had sucked each other's dicks a little bit.

      "Jackin's always better when you do it with somebody," said Ike. "Then you can lend each other a helping hand."

      "I don't know about that," I said.

      Ike's hand continued moving on his old cock as he leaned over to inspect mine. "God Damn! Boy. That cock looks good enough to eat." Ike licked his lips. "You ever had that baby sucked?"

      I shook my head as I watched the old man stroke his hard, pale cock.

      "Well boy, I'd say you're packing a real mouthful for some lucky gal or guy." He grinned. "Well c'mon. Let's see you get down to some serious jacking. Old Ike's way ahead of you."

      I wrapped my fist around my stiff cock and moved the foreskin up and over the head on the up stroke. On the down stroke the expanded corona of the angry, purple head stared obscenely at the naked old man.

      Ike toyed with his modest six inches. "What do you think of this old man's cock?" His fist rode down to his balls and a cockhead smaller than the barrel stared back at mine.

      "I guess I'm thinking this is like doing it with my grandpa."

      "You ever wish you could a done this with your grandpa?"

      "I thought about it a lot."

      "Ever see him with a hard-on."

      "I told you about that!"

      "Ever think about him doing your grandma?"

      "I can't imagine her ever doing anything with a man.

      "Take my word for it, sonny, we know she did it or you wouldn't be here." Begrudgingly I nodded in agreement.

      "Everybody fucks," said old Ike. "They fuck or they jack off."

      "If you say so."

      "Say sonny, your cocks getting real juicy with slickum. Want old Ike to lick some of it away?"

      "You wouldn't."

      Ike licked his lips as he kept his hand pistoning up and down his hard cock. "You might be surprised what old Ike might do if he was in the mood for a taste of what comes out of a hard cock."

      And that is what he proceeded to do. He sucked me dry.

      Then he erupted in half-a-dozen spurts shooting out and onto the dirt floor of the potting shed. He gave his cock a flip and shucked t back into his overalls. He unwrapped a sandwich from its wax paper and proceed to eat without washing his hands. He took a bite and chewed. "Nothing like it boy, a good jacking clears the cobwebs from your crotch and gives a man an appetite."

      ***

      The following day, We skipped the preliminaries. We dropped our pants. Ike got down on his knees and sucked me until I was hard and good and wet before he stood and turned.

      "C'mon boy, Shove that pretty cock up old Ike's tight, brown hole and massage old Ike's prostate.

      Ike bent forward and gripped the edge of the potting bench. The lean, white cheeked buttocks parted slightly and exposed the dark brown, crinkly, puckered star of his asshole "Now you go slow and ease it along until you've got it all the way in," he cautioned. "This old ass craves your young cock but it don't want too much too soon. You've got to let this old hole stretch to accommodate you."

      "Are you sure you want to do this?"

      "Easy boy, easy," he cautioned. "You feel a lot bigger than you look. Put a little more spit in your cock."

      "It's awfully tight. I don't know if it's going to go or not."

      ""It'll go," said Ike. "There's been bigger boys than you up the old shit chute."

      I slipped in the the last few inches.. "It's all in."

      "I can tell," said Ike. "Your cock hairs are tickling my ass."

      "Are you ready," I asked.

      "How are you liking old Ike's hairy asshole so far?"

      "It's real tight."

      "Tighter than your fist?"

      "Might be."

      "Ready to throw a fuck into a man that reminds you of your grandpa."

      "I reckon."

      "I want you should do old Ike one more favor."

      "What?"

      While you're pumpin' my ass, would you reach around and play with my dick like you would your own? Would you do that for an old man?"

      I reached around and took hold of his hard cock sticking out straight in front of him. I pilled the skin back and then pulled it up and over the expanded glans. I felt my own cock expand inside him as I manipulated his staff in my fingers. I imagined that my cock extended through him and I was playing with what came out the other side of him.

      "C'mon, boy, ram that big cock up the old shitter and make me know it. God Damn! tickle that old prostate and make old Ike come!"

      I came. And I came. Ike's tightened up on my cock and I throbbed Roman Candle bursts into that brown hole as I pressed into him. His hairy, scrawny ass flattened against my crotch and we were joined as tightly as two humans can be.

      "A man's not a man till he's cum in another man." said old Ike. "You made it, boy. But still, a man's not a man till he's had a hard cock poked up his ass at least once."

      Every time I think of that scene, I get another hard-on. Then I remember the next day when old Ike returned the favor.

      I never have managed to come that hard again. If only Ike were here.

  11. Weren't those easter eggs a kind of prank? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 1, Interesting



    Weren't those software easter eggs pranks too ? If you end up keying in some combinations of keystrokes, you might see totally unexpected funny/interesiting stuff on your screen.

    Did you miss out on this post and all the replies?

    1. Re:Weren't those easter eggs a kind of prank? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0, Troll
      i found a cool easter egg...

      In the latest mozilla (may work on earlier versions), enter "http://www.goatse.cx" into the address bar and hit return!

      totally unexpected, and i bet you'll find it interesting!

  12. Stick to the basics by one9nine · · Score: 4, Funny
    Wouldn't it have been a lot cheaper and easier just to leave a bag of flaming dog poo on the professor's front step? Or make a phony phone call a la Homer style

    Homer: "Hello Dean, you're a stupid head."

    Dean: "Homer, is that you?" (Looks out the window and sees him a the pay phone right outside the office.)

    Homer: "Aaaaah!" (Runs away)

    1. Re:Stick to the basics by cybermint · · Score: 1

      Yes, but a flaming bag doesn't last 70 years! I only wish I had come up with the idea.

    2. Re:Stick to the basics by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      Flaming Bag?

      I thought he said Flaming Fag?

    3. Re:Stick to the basics by whereiswaldo · · Score: 1

      Hmmm.. +5 funny. So at least 5 people have read and laughed at your Simpsons comment... 50 cents a piece... click click click... hmm, looks like you owe the TV network some DOH!

    4. Re:Stick to the basics by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      Flaming Fags die of AIDS by God's hand long before 70 years has passed.

    5. Re:Stick to the basics by ToeDruid · · Score: 1

      Yup...anonymous coward you are...what a troll...

      --
      "The difference between meat and fish is that if you beat your fish it dies"
  13. news that gets censored.... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic
    Yesterday, Transmeta announced that they recieved financing from Microsoft, in exchange for class B TMTA shares... That's right, MS now has 20% ownership of Transmeta!

    LINUS TORVALDS WORKS FOR MICROSOFT!!!

    1. Re:news that gets censored.... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      Link?

  14. Where he was promptly met by. . . by kfg · · Score: 3, Funny

    a real estate agent who tried to sell him a 200 square foot condo for $750,000.

    Ah, those were the days, back when Bay Area real estate was still cheap.

    KFG

    1. Re:Where he was promptly met by. . . by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      I bet 750k for a 200 square foot condo in downtown San Fran would be a damn good deal.

  15. intimated, ay? by unformed · · Score: 4, Funny

    I didn't know Sir Francis Drake was intimate with brass plaques.

    1. Re:intimated, ay? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic
      Brilliant post. Too bad you don't have the +1 Karma bonus so more people might read it.

      Maybe you should consider this "premier" slashdot account on eBay.

    2. Re:intimated, ay? by lommer · · Score: 1

      Would you please stop shamelessly plugging something that it is obvious tha YOU are selling on EBay? I'm getting really tired of finding these posts everywhere...

    3. Re:intimated, ay? by paulcammish · · Score: 1
      I didn't know Sir Francis Drake was intimate with brass plaques.

      I think he means 'Intimidated' - he was quite scared of them, as they kept threatening to beat him up and take his lunch money... not to mention his phobia of Sailors...

    4. Re:intimated, ay? by Bruce+Perens · · Score: 1

      This is what I got out of the "dict" command:
      v 1: give to understand; "I insinuated that I did not like his wife" [syn: {adumbrate}, {insinuate}]
      2: imply as a possibility; "The evidence suggests a need for more clarification" [syn: {suggest}]

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  16. What about... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    Goatse's 70 year old ASS?

  17. 70 years that's nothing by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    look how many years have gone by and Jesus Christ is still being talked about.. even by those who don't believe in Him but dare to curse his name in every day speech.

    Jesus is still here, alive, and coming again. There's no forgetting Him. He loves you.

    1. Re:70 years that's nothing by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      How do you know he's coming again? Is he in another porn flick again? I thought he quit doing that.

    2. Re:70 years that's nothing by Zirnike · · Score: 1
      Please. Everyone who reads any real books knows that the whole christian church is just a practical joke from Malaclypse the Elder.

      You haven't been reading your Robert Anton Wilson lately, have you?

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  18. The psychology of the pranker... by $$$$$exyGal · · Score: 0, Redundant

    (sorry about repeating this, I accidentally replied in the wrong place last time, which made so sense).

    Wow! I read about this 70 year-old prank this morning before it was added to /., and I was actually going to post it to my /. journal instead of the usual carefully selected geek porn.

    That is a fascinating prank. What I liked the best is the psychology of what happened. The guy's friends were going to tell him what they'd done, but they opted to let the public down rather than let their friend be humiliated.

    I wonder how common this is?

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    1. Re:The psychology of the pranker... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      By that you mean, you needed another place to continue your guerrilla advertising spree.

      How much are those porn sites paying you, dude? (yes, we know you're male.)

  19. Smog control by elflet · · Score: 2, Funny

    Next we'll learn that smog controls were a historical prank perpetrated by E Clampus Vitus chapter 33MPG... We'll call the main part the 'ECV valve', that should clue them in. And if not, just think of all the beer they'll pay for..."

    1. Re:Smog control by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      ..that would be the PCV valve.. ..and there is also the EGR valve.. ..but there is no ECV valve.

    2. Re:Smog control by cuteduo · · Score: 1

      My car has an ACV vavle :) (BTW, ACV is Air Control Valve)

  20. To bad Walton Bean's dead by calidoscope · · Score: 1

    Prof Bean (taught Cal history at UCB) was quite the believer in the authenticity of the plate.

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  21. Is it all a hoax? by Black+Copter+Control · · Score: 3, Interesting
    Did anybody bother to consider that the story about the hoax (and even the reference to the possibility of the hoax being a hoax) is, itself, a hoax?

    Is there any limit to the recursion on this?

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    1. Re:Is it all a hoax? by Pharmboy · · Score: 1
      Did anybody bother to consider that the story about the hoax (and even the reference to the possibility of the hoax being a hoax) is, itself, a hoax?

      Yes. The author, Carl Note did. Quoting him:

      There always remains the possibility that the tale of the hoax may in itself be a hoax, like a riddle inside an enigma.

      He went on to say that they had used several sources, and had confidence in the story, but it was possible.
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    2. Re:Is it all a hoax? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      Did anybody bother to consider that the story about the hoax (and even the reference to the possibility of the hoax being a hoax) is, itself, a hoax?

      Well, the brass was shown to be from the 20th century. That's pretty conclusive. Of course, maybe the story of the fake plaque isn't true, and someone else made the fake plaque.

      But that's the biggest possible extent of the conspiracy.

    3. Re:Is it all a hoax? by pete-classic · · Score: 5, Funny

      Is there any limit to the recursion on this?

      Yes. My attention span.

      And . . . we just exceeded it.

      -Peter

      PS: Did anyone else take the "riddle inside an enigma" or whatever to be an allusion to the film "JFK"?

      -P

    4. Re:Is it all a hoax? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      Not to mention that even with the brass plaque a hoax, Drake might still have landed in Marin. Just because you're paranoid... ;)

    5. Re:Is it all a hoax? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 2, Informative
      PS: Did anyone else take the "riddle inside an enigma" or whatever to be an allusion to the film "JFK"?

      Sigh.

    6. Re:Is it all a hoax? by S.Lemmon · · Score: 1

      Actually that's not in dispute, Drake did land there and is said to have left such a plaque. The group knew the prof. was looking for it so, as the article says, they just decided to "help" him find it. :-)

    7. Re:Is it all a hoax? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      Take your political causes off of Slashdot, you fucking gun loony.

    8. Re:Is it all a hoax? by Black+Copter+Control · · Score: 1

      Nah... As the person who wrote this, I was intending it to be funny. I consider it a complete failure that it managed to get rated +3 interesting.

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  22. Emperor Norton Connection by dwdyer · · Score: 3, Interesting
    These people also picked up Emperor Norton as an icon, as did the Discordians.

    See here (info on Norton) and here (more Clamper info in the second article as well).

    -W-

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  23. News to me... by Mulletproof · · Score: 5, Funny

    "The Clampers are an organization known for, well, drinking and horsing around..."

    And what fraternitiy worth their salt isn't???

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    1. Re:News to me... by MrResistor · · Score: 2, Informative

      The Clampers aren't a fraternity, they're a club, sort of like the Elks or the Order of the Moose.

      Drinking and horsing around are what they're best known for, and what they do most often, but another thing that they do and are known for is restoring historical sites, like buildings in abandoned Gold Rush towns and such.

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    2. Re:News to me... by Mulletproof · · Score: 1

      A Fraternity-like organization with a streak of civil service? Is it possible?! ;)

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  24. Another retro review by Animats · · Score: 2, Informative

    This book came out in 1996. Hello?

  25. Ah! We Read About This As Kids... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    ...in some Reader's Digest book of mysteries. My Brit friends immediately declared it was real, and that California belonged to them. They'd never quite gotten over the fact that the UK was now a backwater and the US was the superpower, and so they clutched at anything which might restore any former glory at all. God, I hope they are reading this article now...! :D

    1. Re:Ah! We Read About This As Kids... by Zathras11 · · Score: 0

      'Strange Stories and Amazing Facts'! I love that
      book and I still pull out my copy every now and
      again to look it over. They also have an article
      in there that pre-dates the global warming lies
      stating that another ice age is just around the
      corner (there was also an old Leonard Nimoy
      'In Search of' episode that also stated that a
      new ice age was coming...) Everyone knows, or
      should know, that weather patterns are cyclical
      and not necessarily in our lifetime! You can
      prove it by watching your local weather forecast.
      They usually list the record high and low
      temperature for "this day". Watch those and you
      will understand how silly so-called GW is.
      Check with your local library, as they might
      have a copy of that book. It is still a good read!

    2. Re:Ah! We Read About This As Kids... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      FYI, most Europeans are very happy that our cultures have progressed beyond imperialism, and the presumption that the whole world is available for us to seize and remake in our own image. We look forward to the day the US catches up.

  26. IN SOVIET RUSSIA by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    A 70 YEAR-OLD Reveals PRANK.

  27. Speaking of Hoaxes by Henry+V+.009 · · Score: 3, Interesting

    This fellow has decided to take Holocaust Revisionism to its logical conclusion. A lot of info on some of the great historical hoaxes.

  28. It's called. . . by kfg · · Score: 1

    The scientific method. Google on "N-rays."

    KFG

  29. Wow. by TWX_the_Linux_Zealot · · Score: 2, Funny

    I believe that this is the oldest confirmed story Slashdot has linked to. They knew that it was hoax in 1936...

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  30. Just like Nessie by blamanj · · Score: 3, Insightful

    Reminiscent of the 1934 Nessie photograph. Even though it's been documented as a hoax, the true believers live on.

    And of course, crop circles are practically a religion to some.

    1. Re:Just like Nessie by AndroidCat · · Score: 1

      Hey! Next you're going to say that those fairy pictures were fakes too!

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    2. Re:Just like Nessie by evilviper · · Score: 1

      And to think... Some people worry that the photos from digital cameras might be faked...

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  31. Kinderhook a hoax too? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    Any Joseph Smith fans out there want to comment on whether the Kinderhook plates are genuine?

  32. Well, the prank was on them. by Bruce+Perens · · Score: 4, Informative
    The E Clampus Vitus members who perpetrated the prank were themselves history professors at Berkeley as well. They had to be history professors because they used correctly archaic writing and language. But the joke was entirely on them. First, someone moved their plaque from Pt. Reyes to Remillard Point by Larkspur Landing, a drive across all of Marin and certainly deliberate IMO - it was placed in another likely place for the ship to land, but where the perpetrators couldn't find it. Then it was found three years later and conveyed to the professor, who believed its veracity. And then the perpetrators couldn't confess to their own fraud. It didn't happen under their control and they (and their victim) would have been disgraced because of all of the news that had gone on about it.

    Bruce

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  33. Is noone else disturbed by this? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    Honestly. I just went through the comments here, and noone seems to be concerned about this. Seems that everone here thinks of it as a neat mind hack.

    Someone was mislead for a VERY long time. A man's reputation was screwed up here. The fact that those who possibly put the hack together may have possibly held onto to the secret until they died is also disturbing.

    1. Re:Is noone else disturbed by this? by 286 · · Score: 1

      Luke, you're going to find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view.

  34. Reminds me of another prank... by 10Ghz · · Score: 5, Funny

    In 1628, the flagship of the Swedish navy, Wasa, sank within minutes of starting her maiden-voyage (the ship was top heavy due to extra gun-deck they added in the middle of the construction).

    The ship was resurfaced in 1961 (it was discovered in 1956) . It took several days to accomplish. As it happens, there were some finnish techics-students (teekkarit) visiting Stockholm then. Teekkarit are famous for pulling pranks, and they though that this would be the perfect possibility for the ultimate prank. They went and bought a miniature copy of a statue of Paavo Nurmi (a famous finnish runner), sneaked past the guards, went in to the ship (that was still in the bottom of the sea) and placed the statue in the captains quarters. I bet the people who studied the sip after it was resurfaced were quite puzzled when they found that statue ;). The guys who pulled that off never revealed how they did it.

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  35. Slashdot is starting to suck ass by rxed · · Score: -1, Flamebait

    A good thing about bad karma is that you can say it as it is...

  36. I don't believe it! by Abductor · · Score: 2

    That plaque has been there for ages, I just took it as fact. It's prominetly displayed on one of the busiest little thruways in Northern California-- "Sir Francis Drake Blvd". Wild!

    1. Re:I don't believe it! by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      Man, this takes me back to my high school days at Sir Francis Drake, on Sir Francis Drake Boulevard, not far from Drake's Beach. I don't think that I can handle the loss of all that romantic history, like swirly pudding on the brain..

      It makes sense, though- the western coastline of Marin is chock full of long ropy forests of kelp that probably aren't too fun to sail through on wind power.

  37. Coolest one! by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    Here is the one i found on the page:

  38. Well by TheOnlyCoolTim · · Score: 1

    He was on a long voyage of exploration - he didn't see a woman for months, and the men were all ugly smelly sailors... A man gets desparate.

    Tim

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  39. so stupid.. by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    who cares? this isnt news, nor is it interesting. stick to what you think you know.

  40. Had to be professors? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    Grad students could've known that as well...

    1. Re:Had to be professors? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      You mean, someone around here finally had the balls to contradict Bruce Perens? There may be hope for Slashdot yet! Were it only that I had some mod points. Ah, well...

    2. Re:Had to be professors? by darien · · Score: 1

      Seems to me, anyone with an hour to spend in the library looking at pictures of plaques could have done it.

  41. Hmmm, this got me thinking. by mpthompson · · Score: 1

    Perhaps a more modern day version of this hoax would have the following plaque turn up in an abandoned warehouse in Nevada. We can then sit back and enjoy watching the crackpots stumble over themselves yelling they told us so...

  42. Interesting ? You should be ashamed. by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    What next - Slashdot reader reveals that before GUIs there was an OS called DOS, developed by some called Gates, that required you to type in commands and gets modded as 5: Insightful ?

  43. Can't be hoax by DrivesMyApe · · Score: 1

    Since we are told that conspiracies don't exist then this cannot be a hoax. It is impossible that the secret was kept this long.

  44. They will party by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    Not that a clamper needs a reason to drink, but the next Yerba Buena 1 chapter meeting should be a meeting to remember.

  45. Last Post! by alpg · · Score: 0

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