re: What is the best office prank you either did or saw?

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80.3 triatholon

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What’s that? Is that the distance they make short people do?

A guy use to always bring canned sardines in his lunch an would sneak into this other guy’s office and put some paper towels in the bottom of the guy’s waste basket and pour the sardine juice onto the paper towels. He’d then cover that up with some wadded up paper. He’d did this for months and the guy never could figure out why his office stank to high heaven.

One night, some people broke into U high and took some ground beef and a sheet pan.
Those same people broke into one room in Power Dorm, removed the ceiling tiles and slid the sheet pan with ground beef through crack in wall on to ceiling in room next door, the intended targets.

After a few days it was noticeable, after a week that room smelled awful. You could open the windows and door to air it out, but after an hour, the smell was back.

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dead crickets

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He went into every person’s office and told us he finally got the crickets. You could hear him go back in his office and basically shite talk the crickets.

He was some kind of pissed when it chirped again…we all somehow kept it together as if we never heard the “crickets.”

A coworker used to regularly come in my office & fart.

We had a shrimp boil at the office one Friday when he was on vacation. I filled a big of shrimp peeling trash & dropped it down the small opening behind the corner of his office desk.

It was quite ripe when he returned to the office on Monday morning & took him a little while to figure it out.

In my 2nd startup company, we were in a big metal building out in the Texas Hill Country with a high bay that stayed open most of the time. We had all sorts of tarantulas, scorpions, and the rare but much-feared Giant Red-Headed Texas Centipede. I tried to insert a pic, but it didn't work. They are the stuff of nightmares.

The internets say these things can grow to 8", but I have a pic of one somewhere spanning the width of a 12" tile, body about the diameter of a good-sized man's thumb. They are big, and every now and again, the guys out in the bay would catch one and put it into a death match with scorpions or whatever other critter they could catch and toss into a box with it.

Well, we caught a really big one once, and it won a lot of death matches before finally dying of natural causes. One of the guys was so proud of it that he bagged it up in a Ziplock and left it on his desk, thinking to take it home to show his kids. We all went to lunch. Except for this one quiet, mild mannered young Catholic kid who was one of our most junior engineers, he said he was going home.

Well, we all came back from lunch, and that Ziplock bag had a hole "chewed" out of one corner, and the champion centipede was gone. It was a bullpen office with five guys and two women in it. The women sat in their chairs with their knees pulled up to their chests, feet off the floor, while the men armed themselves with various improvised centipede smashers and began to search. The quiet Catholic kid finally pulled open his file drawer about 20 minutes into the frantic search and showed us the centipede, still dead, the real Ziplock bag fully intact.

We never trusted him again. He followed me through two more jobs and I promoted him to management. He has four kids of his own now and is in upper middle management. I'm not sure if I feel sorrier for his kids, who he has surely pranked, or for him, because now he has four of him to prank him back.

KNOE AM 540 changed to ABCs SMN service.

“ We’re not firing anyone….”

3 weeks later the entire air staff was fired.

I worked on the FM102 side which wasn’t affected.

Radio was, and still is a dying industry.

Replaced all the tools on one of our engineer’s carts in the shop with a set of tonka tools. Guess the humor of swapping out Craftsman and Klein for plastic was lost on him. Boy was he pissed. Maybe pranks are lost on the autistic.

Another engineer on a job site saw we had left the pro press on the loading dock while moving a system inside the building. We all knew it was there, but were busy getting the rest of the equipment in place and didn’t bother taking it in with us immediately. So he took it with him and sent us a picture later on in the day, when we were shitting our pants wondering where it went, of it sitting in the front seat of the rental car with the seatbelt fastened and a caption saying, “Hope y’all can figure out the cut ins without me.”

I once put those snap-pop, sperm looking fireworks things under the toilet lid at work. Didn't know who my victim would be, but low a behold it was the middle-aged, fat arse office manager! I gather a few coworkers around in the hall after I saw her waddle towards the bathroom. They had no idea what was going. I was expecting a scream, or some kind of sound when those little things exploded, but not a peep. We all heard them pop too. We scattered when we heard her start opening the door, and she came out like nothing happened. Only thing I can figure is, she thought she had finally put on enough weight the crack the porcelain. Not a word was ever said.