Posted on 03/02/2005 11:21:15 AM PST by srm913
One of my co-workers is a saver. About 15 years ago, our insurance company used a new password each week to identify company representatives. About a year ago, my co-worker found a file with all the passwords. He showed it to all of us and we all agreed there was no reason to keep it, so he threw out the file.
We have a sales convention every year and a top management person would leave company-wide e-mails to update us on information for the convention. A couple of days after my co-worker threw out the file, I called a top manager who sends e-mails updating us on the annual sales convention and asked him to send a fake company-wide e-mail to my co-worker announcing that there would be a contest at the convention and the person who could recall the most company passwords from the old days would win.
My co-worker read the e-mail and came out of his office white as a sheet. We only let him suffer for a couple of hours before we told him the truth.
Ann Mikiska, Farmington
The president of the company where I used to work had a very efficient secretary. When she put a stack of letters on his desk to be signed he didn't read them, just signed each letter and sent them back to her. The office jokester slipped in a sheet with the president's resignation on it, and of course he signed it. The jokester had a good time with it and no harm came from it.
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You are REALLY funny!
We have an email group which helps us desiminate information between a large number of members.
Well, one guy is a bit of a pompous "ladies' man" (he thinks). He had just gotten a new Russian Girlfriend and kept bragging about the little pet names she called him and asking us to translate for him.
Well, I decided it was time.....for revenge.
I set up a fake email for Olga Dashing Dasher-sky, and sent him an email saying, "Where I am from in Russia, if a man cares for a woman, he calls her his little Sooka.".
He wrote back to me and said he was walking out the door with flowers and bubbly and would call his new girlfriend, his little Sooka.
As many of you may have guessed - a Sooka is a ... whore.
I have gained international fame for this little act of fun.
;-)
"I.T. people might appreciate this. Back when we used dumb terminals, I put a script in the scheduler to screw with a certain person's terminal at seemingly random times."
We used to have a disk with a script on it. You could load it onto some one's pc. As soon as they returned to work and struck a key, they would get a 'disk error' message. It would say "run disk diagnostic (Y)es (N)o. Didn't matter what key they hit next, they'd get "Running Disk Diagnostic". Then there would be some awful sounds followed by "Hard Disk Dirty Run Disk Washer? (Y)es (N)o. Once again no matter which key they hit, they'd get a series of messages about Wash Cycle, Spin Cycle, Draining Disk accompanied by washing machine sounds. Of course most folks, but not all, would catch on by this time. One person stopped by the boss's office to tell him that he'd had a dirty disk but it was cleaned now.
Cloth office chairs, when thoroughly saturated with water over their whole surface, are impossible to spot. They are just a different shade of brown or whatever.
When your intended victim sits down, they don't notice...for the first five seconds or so...the length of time it takes for the H2O to soak through their pants!
Hilarious!
Did you know that "gullible" is not in the dictionary though everyone knows what it means? Check it out.
This is the best thread *ever* :)
And I've learned that Freepers are a seriously sneaky bunch! (sneaky tricks all filed away for future reference).
Here's a couple of pranks that come to mind for me-
In high school, we had a foreign exchange student who was quite obnoxious. My buddy and I saw him driving around town, and told him that we had some girls waiting to meet us at the Ag barn. We all drove over there (me and my buddy in one car), and when the FES jumped out of his car (leaving the keys in it, as we knew he would), I jumped in it, and my buddy and I drove off, leaving him standing. We brought it back about five minutes later, but it sure was funny :)
Once took a job working graveyard at a convenience store. The young man who trained me for my first couple of nights we very obnoxious, and extremely homophobic. Shortly after going to work by myself, I found some gay porn in one of the gas pump trash cans. In large magic marker letters on the cover, I wrote "Property of (obnoxious coworker)", and left it in plain sight to the other workers under the counter. I understood that it sat there until he came in the next night :) Did that one to him twice.
BTTT
This only works on female employees but if you can sneak
in and stretch Saran wrap very tightly across the bowl of
a toilet, it becomes invisible and rather like a water trampolin if you know what I mean.
When I was in Nam one of our hoochmates was a real mooch
and would always importune anyone going to the mess hall
to "bring him back a sandwich". It used to drive us crazy.
One day, this happened and when we went to the mess, another
friend was on KP so we talked to him at the scullery for a few minutes after lunch.
We notices a dead mouse by the door so got two pieces of bread and tucking his tail neatly around him made a "sandwich" for the hungry victim.
When we got back, he was asleep on his cot so we placed the sandwich next to him and waited for the supreme moment.
Sure enough, he woke up, stretched, saw the sandwich, grabbed it and took a big bite! Missing the mouse completely, but it's tail fell out from between the bread
right where he had bitten, he screamed and went running
and gagging out of the hut. We were in hysterics for days.
Please note this was the same guy who drank a whole fifth
of Vietnamese whiskey, Silver Fox or Berkley's I think,
then passed out on his cot and proceeded to vacate his bowels all over. Not much of a partyer but a real party
POOPER.
He was the same jerk who got bent out of shape when he discovered that for decades our company would give our principle clients a nice Christmas gift with a note thanking them for their business. He sent all of the clients a letter saying that we would no longer give such gifts and he asked them to stop sending us gifts too. To tell Mexican customers they cannot give a gift was a terrible insult and they let him know it through letters and calls. He quickly ended his new policy and back we went to gift-giving. In the meantime, the clients gave him a new nick-name that they called him from then on and it was not complimentary.
Pranks, let's see.
Did you know that cherry bombs will go off under water? In college we'd catch a guy sitting on the john on the second floor, light a cherry bomb and drop it in the fourth floor john and flush. It will go off about the time it gets to the 2nd floor producing a geyser about a foot high out of each john on that floor.
My dad worked with that kind of guy who has to have the best car. No matter which car he drove it was the best. He bought a new chevy and started bragging about the gas mileage. The other workers decided to fix him up. They started addding a bit of gas to his tank each day. The more they added, the more he bragged. Then they started alternatively adding or siphoning gas. One week the guy would get 15 MPG and the next 45 MPG. He finally caught on.
"Last year on April 1st, I made up a memo with an official-like letterhead, and passed it out to the people answering the phones in our clinic. The memo said that there was a cut in the fiberoptic phone line, and since then, dust has entered the line, and needed to be "blown out"."
We pulled that stunt on this one particular sorority girl at OU who was rather cute but dumber than dirt. Frank called her one night and convinced her he was with the phone company and she needed to put her phone in the trash can and put a blanket over it. An hour later one of her sisters called wanting to know if we'd been messing with her sorority sister again cause her phone was in the trash can.
"I decorated my 31 year old single bosses car "Just Married""
One night at my fraternities formal dance, I convinced my room mate that I'd gotten engaged. He bought it, stopped the band, and announced my engagement. When he found out I'd pulled this on him, he decorated my car just as you did your bosses. On the way home, I was pulled over for speeding but the cop let me go since it was my wedding night.
A guy at work took a week long outside course and did very well on the final exam. When he got back he talked about it incessantly. After a week or so of torture, I decided that a letter from the school accusing him of cheating and removing his accredidation was in order. Marketing made up a letterhead, Admin mailed the letter to him so it would be postmarked. The office manager hand delivered it. A couple VP's were even in on it.
He read the letter and turned colors. As he was calling the school to scream, our boss looked at the letter and simply said "gotcha."
Of course, we videotaped it. Yes, we also showed it at our national business meeting to about 100 other employees.
ROFL! You got lucky on that one!
I used to carry a few Magnum Condoms with me and every time someone asked me to hold their wallet - I would add one.
Especially fun for the married guys.
;-)
At the airport who "apres flight" we would meet in one of the regular's hangars for cocktails. One guy used to drink every day there - and never replenished the stock. He hated Gin - loved Vodka. So, we would buy Vodka and pour it into the Gin bottles and Voila... he stopped drinking our Vodka.
I also used to pick Gay Pride flags on my friends' cars.
For a 50th Birthday Gift - I would sign people up for Depends Coupons, adjustable bed information and video tapes, Scooter information, etc. etc.
The rest are too mean to tell....
Well, when you figure it out, remember that it is colorless when applied to most surfaces, like, for instance, toilet seats.... It is only when transferred to damp skin that it turns blue. Wife and/or girlfriends have a hard time dealing with a blue bum, ha ha!
You should see what's going on here.
thanks, I'll try to catch up...
Thanks for the tip, but I'd have to hide my guns... the girlfriend would SLAUGHTER me!
And if she didn't literally kill me, I'm sure that the least of my problems would be no foolin' around for t_skoz until Hell froze over. However, she's Irish like me... we hold grudges and SHE WOULD GET ME BACK!
I think I'll save this for someone besides the girlfriend...
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