Used to work for a guy who had a stack of clay pigeons sitting on the corner of his desk. I was chatting with him one day, reached over and grabbed one of the yellow and black clays to figgit with, after a few minutes I tapped on it... WTF? "Is this aluminum?" He says yeah," Mike in sales used to brag about how good he was with a shotgun, took him out after I made these and he shot 20 out of 25, shut him up for awhile"
I did this by the time clock and after a couple of weeks, when no one was looking I busted it loose but left it there. As everyone is in line to punch-out I walk up the isle and aclaim: "Oh look, a quarter!" I hear stifled chuckles as I bend over but I hear a couple of strange noises as I pick it up and put it in my pocket.
The guys use to throw french fries on top of one of the box trucks. The driver couldn't figure out why he had a dozen seagulls following him around. On a sicker note, one of the tradesmen at a place I used to work was fond of Chapstick. A fellow mechanic took the man's Chapstick, rubbed it on his balls, and put it back in the guy's truck.
Dead animals, for example squirrels, are great for practical jokes. They can be posed on the front seat of a truck drinking coffee or with their front paws on the steering wheel.
Ramset charges placed on top of a light bulb will explode within 3 to 4 minutes.
Not original, but still a lot of fun.
At a summer family camp (lots of families and kids) I introduced Bob to Mike. Before hand I told Mike that Bob was hard of hearing and also told Bob that Mike was hard of hearing.
At the camp fire, with about 30 people sitting around, the introduction went, BOB, THIS IS MY FRIEND MIKE (me shouting) and MIKE THIS IS MY FRIEND BOB). Needless to say the two went on yelling to each other for about 15 minutes until they caught on. Several of the family members were told about it ahead of time and resulted in a lot of snikering.
Ivan Vegvary
filled a ladies office with packing peanuts once , too the ceiling , she really hated packing peanuts too!!
Over 55 years ago, my grandfather brazed a nickel to the head of a nail and nailed it to the wooden floor of his house. Got everyone in the family with it. I hope that the people who bought the house after my grandparents died kept it there.
Alan
I think I will do that to a looney at my new workplace and see who tries to pick it up. Lots of customers there. :-)
When I was racing small sailboats, I had a fellow who was really bad about rubbing rails of other boats, and generally fouling the other racers. An asshole of the first water in fact.
I collected a few pieces of stainless steel hardware, a small nylon pulley and busted cotter pin. At one of the buoys, as he was trying to remove the gel coat from my hull..I tossed the handful of stuff into the bellow of his sail...and they slid down to clatter at his feet in the cockpit..
He ran aground trying to make it to shore before the mast/boom/rigging came down on him..or so he thought. He finally got out of the mud after much cursing and sweating (he had a Hunter 26) and as the sun set in the west, he was still trying to figure out where the busted stuff came from as we pulled away from the parking lot.
Gunner
"To be civilized is to restrain the ability to commit mayhem. To be incapable of committing mayhem is not the mark of the civilized, merely the domesticated." - Trefor Thomas
Classic!
We were making an experimental polymer via reactive extrusion once, a crystalline polyamide. Since the precursor went through a solid phase, we left the die off the extruder. At 300 deg C, the stuff had a slick, wet look to it when it cooled, and was opaque brown-green in color due to the oxidation. It looked just like cat shit.
We had a lot of fun with that stuff, put a piece in secretary's chair, she said she nearly barfed.
The best one was pulled by the tech that worked with me. He took one of the better specimens home one night, and placed it in the middle of their white shag rug. His wife wasn't home yet. After a while, he had to go pick up his daughter at the high school. When he got home, the "turd" was gone, and he forgot about it. When he went to bed, there it was on his pillow. Then his wife told him the story.
When she came in the house, she immediately saw the surprise on the white rug, and proceeded to kill the cat. She chased it all over the place with a broom. She finally gave up when she couldn't pick up the couch it dove under. Then, resigned to cleaning up the mess, she got a huge wad of paper towels, and made an attempt to pick it up. When she looked down to see what was left, of course there was no trace. Only then did she examine the prize in the paper towels, and realize she'd been had.
Pete Keillor
We used to frequent a tavern that was a peanut shells on the floor kind of place and for some reason the urinal used to collect pennies.
One time a bunch of us were sitting around and my friend came back from the john, tossed a handful of wet coins on the table and cried "Look what I found". Later he confessed that it was a handful of change from his pocket he had run under the tap just to see the look on our faces.
Maybe I didn't get enough sleep, but I missed that one. I'd expect he should have responded, "...and he couldn't bust one in 25 pulls, shut him up..."
Jeff
From a place I worked in about 45 years ago:
*****Jim the janitor had an insatiable curiousity. One afternoon when some guys were taking a break in the parking lot they cought a small garter snake. They put the poor snake in a cigar box and bound it up with about six rubber bands, then set it on the top of a pile of papers in one of the drafting room wastepaper baskets.
Jim came through in the late afternoon pushing his barrel and dumping the contents of the baskets into it. We aheld our breath when he left the room and about 15 seconds later we heard him scream and rushed out to find him plastered against a wall white as a sheet, with the opened cigar box on the floor and that litttle snake slithering around looking for a place to hide.
******One of the managers was a Brit "boffin" (One who worked on WWII technical stuff for the government.) who was sort of a PIA "know it all" type, always trying to show us how smarter he was. He drove an MGA and was constantly telling us how much better it was than out Fords and Chevys. One day during the coldest part of the New England winter, this guy went off with someone else in their car, leaving his MGA in the parking lot.
We went out and let the air out of one of its front tires and pumped in about a quart of water before filling it the rest of the way up with air. (I remember how we used one of those foot operated bicycle pumps submerged in a water filled plastic lined cardboard box to do the deed.) Of course the water in the tire froze into ice, with the expected unbalance results the next time he drove his prized car.
******The last thing I remember doing to poor Jim the janitor was epoxying a dime on the bottom of the change return chute of one of the on-site vending machines. Jim had a habit of flicking his finger into those coin returns whenever he passed by just in case there was anything left behind, like I've noticed some guys doing when they walk past a line of casino slot machines.
We found Jim using a hammer and a screwdriver trying to get that dime loose.
******Thanks for the mammaries, and Happy Holidays guys,
Jeff
I guess that wouldnt make sense if you never shot trap or skeet. In the box of clays, 5 were aluminum and wouldnt shatter. If your bragging you can hit 25 out of 25, missing 5 is having a pretty bad day. He didnt miss them, they had little dings, no holes though and they certainly didnt come apart, so when he shot at one that was aluminum, I imagine it tumbled a few times, but kept sailing and counts as a miss. Maybe you had to be there, or know Mike :).
Got it now! Thanks. Just like every trade has its trucks, every sport has its lingo.
Happy Holidays,
Jeff
When I was in school, the local market had this particularly vile creme soda they sold, it was *blue*. I realized it was the exact same color as windex.
So I of course rinsed out a windex spray bottle, re-filled it with the substance, and placed it into my paper lunch bag. My mates were suitably impressed when I took out my sandwich, then the bottle - and unscrewed the spray top and drank it down.
Jim
After collecting a bunch of the dots from the 3-hole punch, and making a styrofoam cup into a dot holder with a little bomb bay door on the bottom. A few seconds with tape and some dental floss resulted in a dot bomber taped to the ceiling over some one's chair, the floss was used to run down the wall through paper clip guides and then attached to the phone. Then call them and when they answered the phone, they would launch a rain of paper dots down on their heads.
John H.
LOL. I do that same thing with blue Kool-Aid as a youth leader once every few years... It's a lesson about context.
Ah, to see your face if someone swapped in a _real_ bottle of Windex -- or even a hint thereof.
I had the privilege early in my career to work at "the mill" for awhile during my employment with DEC. The mill, being an ex-textile mill and about 100 years old, had round brass plates in the floors that could be unscrewed exposing the floor below. A favorite trick was to dump teletype chad through the holes onto someone below.
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