At work, my friends and I have done things like wallpaper the door to our boss's office, so it looked like a wall. Usually we just do things like move the keys around on the keyboard or do a screen capture of their desktop and make it their background, thus making them think the icons don't work. Another good one is to switch the right and left mouse button around. What's the best ones you've done or have seen done?
Hahaha. That's pretty funny. Especially the screen capture their desktop and watch them in action. Haven't really done any practical jokes in the office YET.
Not really done anything like that. Had this idea though: Get 2 sheep and paint a number 1 on one of them and a 3 on the other, then put them in the office or whatever. Then people will be looking for number 2...
There's the common one- clingwrap over the toilet seat. Did that a couple years ago in the staff toilet, the amount we got shouted at........
I guess this counts as a practical joke.. I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello."I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?"Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f***ing number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude . When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an a**hole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'a**hole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an a**hole!" It always cheered me up. When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic 'a**hole' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi,this is John Smith from the telephone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an a**hole!" and hung up. One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking Spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number. A couple of days later, right after calling the first a**hole (I had is number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW a**hole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"He said, "Yes, it is." I asked, "Can you tell me where I can see it?" He said, "Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax. It's a yellow ranch, and the car's parked right out in front." I asked, "What's your name?" He said, "My name is Don Hansen," I asked, "When's a good time to catch you, Don?" He said, "I'm home every evening after five." I said, "Listen, Don, can I tell you something?" He said, "Yes?" I said, "Don, you're an a**hole!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two a**holes to call. Then I came up with an idea. I called a**hole #1. He said, "Hello." I said, "You're an a**hole!" (But I didn't hang up.) He asked, "Are you still there?" I said, "Yeah," He screamed, "Stop calling me," I said, "Make me," He asked, "Who are you?" I said, "My name is Don Hansen." He said, "Yeah? Where do you live?" I said, "A**hole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, a yellow ranch, I have a black Beamer parked in front." He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers." I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, a**hole," and hung up. Then I called A**hole #2. He said, "Hello?" I said, "Hello, a**hole," He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..." I said, "You'll what?" He exclaimed, "I'll kick your a**," I answered, "Well, a**hole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now." Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd. in Fairfax. I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax. I got there just in time to watch two a**holes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.
I've seen that one before, but it is hilarious. I'd love to pull that on a couple a**holes some day. hehe!
I use the Curtis Candy handle because I was a professional wrestler for over 20 years, and that was my character's name. In wrestling, respect is the #1 priority in the locker room. There are certain protocols that, when breached, can result in painful retribution. Near the end of my career, we were doing a show in Vermont, at an old armory. Our dressing room was an old cafeteria in the basement. I had to work with a young kid who wasn't very long out of wrestling school on this particular night. Anyway, the kid was really nice and very respectful. He made it a point to find me, introduce himself and said, "Curtis, I'm a greener, so just let me know what you want to do." Perfect courtesy. That's why I'm kinda ashamed of what I did. (Not too much, though.) We were putting our match together, and at the end he asked, "So what's your finisher?" Why this popped into my head I don't know, but I replied, "Well, here's the thing. I've been working on something new. It's called 'The Sodomizer.'" "What's The Sodomizer," he asked, an understandable amount of trepidation in his voice. "I'm gonna send you into the ropes and hit you with a big sidewalk slam. Then, I'm gonna drag you over and drape you onto the second rope, then I'm gonna yank down your trunks and pantomime prison sexing your greener ass - y'know, I'll slap your ass and stuff - then I'll shove you backwards and pin you. -- You're wearing underwear, right?" He looked shocked for a moment, then started to laugh. Then, the best part happened. We had a monstrous guy who worked shows with us. he called himself "Roadblock." His real name was Joe and he was about 6' 8" and 340 of solid muscle. Joe was sitting in a booth right next to us and caught on to what I was doing. He leapt out of his seat and got right into Greener's face. "What the F**K!" Joe yelled. "Curtis has been in the business for 20 years, you've been in it for 20 minutes and you're laughing at his finisher?! I'm gonna beat your stupid, greener a$$!" The poor kid almost swallowed his tongue. He spit and sputtered and got out something about thinking I was only kidding. "He wasn't kidding," Joe bellowed. "Don't ever go around disrespecting veterans in my locker room!" We were the second to last match, and we all spent the whole night laughing to ourselves as we watched this poor kid pace around the back of the dressing room. He was horrified, but he was going to just suck it up and take one for the team so as not to seem disrespectful. I waited until we were standing behind the curtain (which at this house was actually just black plastic strung up. -- Yay, indie wrestling) and I finally let him off the hook. I said, "listen, kid, we're just busting your balls..." and I gave him the real finisher. He got this huge expression of relief and said, "Oh my God! Curtis, my mom is out there!" I was still laughing whil they introduced me and I had to enter.
I've taken my friends spare keys to his car while he was at work and hid it round the corner. I phoned him up an hour after he had finished work and he was hysterical. It was very funny! lol
Hmm... Every year I buy those $1 fake rats and stick them all over my parents house... But that's it...