best prank you have played on a co-worker thread

[Pl3wA]

british humor,

[archie]

Few years ago my nephew worked for me. Good kid that took all jokes well.
My brother and I tied a rope, 5 or 6 foot long to a junk tire and the other end to his bumper of his mini blazer. Pushed the tire under his car so he wouldnt see it when he got in to drive home.
Two or three miles down the road we got the call. OMG!!! was it funny!!!

[humzak77]

Occupation before story would be nice. Still a funny ass thread

[bmwstudent]

Hung a giant inflatable cock and balls above one of the guys tool box at work(because he was acting like a dick). It took him two weeks for him to see it. One morning I came in to find him standing on top of his box with the torch in hand reaching straight up to set it on fire. Funny, but nothing has beat the first post.

[flyboyx]

several years ago, i flew with this really overweight guy that drank a ton of water all day. as a result, almost every flight, he would go back to take a piss. it got to the point, where every time he left the cockpit, i would pull the circuit breaker that controls the toilet flush(i would always push it back in just before he came back up so that after he was done, it would work as normal for the rest of the passengers. he was a religious guy, so he didn't like to use the word "fuck". instead of that word, every other word out of his mouth was "murfing".

one day, after i had flown with this guy for almost an entire month, he went to the back to use the restroom again. of course i pulled the breaker. he was gone a really long time. i would say around 15 to 20 minutes. when he got back to the front, he was really, really pissed off. turns out, there was a guy in the lav when he went back to use it. since i interrupted the circuit, the crapper wouldn't flush for him either. unfortunately for doug, this guy puked, and then proceeded to take a really big disgusting shit that was left in the bowl for the el capitan to view, experience the aura of, and pee on while he was back there doing his business. keep in mind, airplane bathrooms don't have that pool of water to buffer the smell. there is only a stainless steel bowl with a 3" flapper valve at the bottom. when it does flush, a little blue juice swirls around and makes a barely feeble attempt to push down whatever contents are left there.

after he was back in his seat with his headset on, the first thing he asks me is if i pulled the circuit breaker. of course i feign innocence and ask what he is talking about. he decides that the flush function must be over heated and that he should pull the circuit breaker himself to allow it to cool down. after 5 minutes or so, he pushes the breaker back in, calls the flight attendant and asks her to go back and flush the toilet. of course it works fine. he spends the rest of the day acting really proud of himself that he fixed the toilet.

perhaps you had to be there, but i thought that was funny as hell. i laughed about it for weeks. i waited a month or two after i flew with him to confess that i fucked with him that entire month. needless to say, he was pissed all over again and let loose a barrage of about 40 "murfins" while he was cussing me out.

[Quadrajet]

While working as a shop mechanic. My boss, the owner of the company, thought it would be funny to prank me as I was "taking a sit down" in the bathroom. He took a pack of bottle rockets and lit them with a propane torch, to get the proper volley fire effect. I literally had no where to hide and tried to make myself as small as I could on top of the can. After calming down, I walked into the office, where everyone was trying to act cool but the smirks and giggles weren't making the sale. My boss asked if I was mad? I told him I'm not mad, but I will get even. For the next week he was on his guard expecting retribution.

2 months later my boss asked me to unbolt the bed on his prized truck, he was having it painted and wanted the front of the bed and the back of the cab painted.

He had just had the trans rebuilt and was preparing to make a trip from WA down to CA and across to TX. I left a surprise under the truck for him in the form of a heater hose with a hose clamp.

He towed the truck to the paint shop, then returned with it to the front lot. Then he climbed into his baby and pulled around to the back of the shop. I had put the hose on the driveshaft so one end rubbed the bottom of the cab and the long end would slam against the cab floor.

As he pulled around the sound outside was horrible. A rubbing sound with a loud thump. And the look on his face confirmed it was terrible inside as well. After he parked the truck, we were all trying to keep our composure as he stormed into the shop and asked us to come out and see what was making the racket. We filed out and as he started to climb under the truck, he asked what was that godawfull sound? Just as he saw my handy work, I said that's the sound of payback.

[bmwman91]

In high school I worked part time as a cashier at a sporting goods joint. After a year or so I got promoted to the Customer Service desk where I could do returns and such, and it was on a raised platform about 10ft from the other cash registers. Since we were mostly all high school doofuses working there, we'd do all the usual shit like play board games under the counter (Risk was a popular one) while ringing people up, dick around with the intercom "My-nagger to customer service please", let people return shit like used jock straps (uuugh) and whatnot.

One day, someone brought in a wrist-rocket slignshot that had broken. Of course we let them exchange it, and the other customer service guy and I decided that we needed to fix it and use it. It was a really slow Saturday evening in the store, so why not? The frame was hopelessly broken, but the rubber band was still good. So, I held the ends of it taut over my head and he loaded up a peppermint candy or throat lozenge or something, pulled, and released at our chosen target. It seemed like the best idea at the time. One of the cashier girls about 15ft away was reading a small novel, held in front of the face. Naturally, the target was that book, you know, to surprise her. WHAM! Candied projectile right in the forehead!

Now she was from a tougher part of town and exclaimed, "Aaaawwww helllll nahhhhhhhhh!" and stormed off. SHIT. A minute later one of the managers strides up and says, "So, I hear that you guys have been using this" as he picks up the wrist rocket band.

Us, "Uhhhh, yeaaahhhhhhhhh"

Him, "Well, you have two options. One, I fire your asses right now. Two, I take you into the back parking lot and shoot both of you in the head with this. What's it going to be?"

Us, "Let's go out back, we deserve it."

Him, "Well, I can't do that, but since you aren't total pussies I'll cut your hours instead of firing you."

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This same manager, years later when I was back working in the ski repair shop on winter break in college, tried to sell us slim jims (the illegal kind, not the nastily-delicious "meat" snacks) in the parking lot. The guys that I worked with in the ski shop were fucking crazy too. The year or two that I worked off and on in the equipment rental & repair department was some of the funniest shit ever. Lighting ski boots on fire, aerosol lubricant flamethrowers, playing hockey with duct tape rolls and ski poles, using the fire extinguishers for things that probably didn't warrant them, pocketing cash for ski/board tunes that never got onto the books, etc. Stuffing Sierra Nevada bottles into Carls Jr cups and getting pretty trashed and then sleeping it off on piled up sleeping bags in the warehouse. Some of the guys getting blazed to the point of not knowing which planet they were on and somehow managing to precisely drill into new skis and mount bindings to customer specs.

OK this reminds me of one more. When I was working in the rental department, there was a Sobe drink vending machine. I was pretty flexible and could get my arm up in the trap door and clear out the bottom two shelves in a couple of minutes. I was a GOD in that department (for about 30 minutes until we drank it all). Well, the Sobe guy was sort of pissed and somehow convinced management to install a security camera in the area. Sooooo.....we decided to rearrange the equipment and put all of the backcountry backpacks and tents onto a wall that totally obscured the camera's view of the machine. That summer, we made out with like $300 in Sobe drinks. I don't know why the dumbass vendor kept refilling the bottom shelves...he could have thwarted us so easily. One guy (the manager of that department at the time lol) took a pry bar to the Sobe machine's door, god only knows why, and he couldn't get it open. It mangled the frame a bit, but the goods remained secure. Fuck, how did that place make any money with people like us working there?!

[flyboyx]

back in the day, i was hired with a group of about 13 other pilots. of those, there were three crazy bastards that i became really good friends with. we all had new hire training together and after that, every year, we also had yearly recurrent training together as well.

there was one year in particular, we had a crew resource management class. all four of us sat in the back of the room pretty much goofing off and joking around the entire time. my friend eric was pretty much the slacker of the group. when the instructor would release us to a break, he would run outside and smoke a cigarette. then he would saunter back in about 5 minutes after the facilitator had resumed class. every time eric would dash out, he would leave his motorola razor flip phone(this event takes place circa 2005 or so) laying on the desk. i came up with this really "bright" idea that if he left his phone on the desk the next break, i was going to take it into the bathroom with me and shoot some photos of my asshole. of course my buddies(dan and denny) thought this was a fantastic idea.

about 45 minutes later, a break is called and eric dashes out leaving his phone on the table. as i walk out i palm it and slide it into my pocket. dan and denny are right behind me and follow me into the potty. so... picture this: the restroom is shared by a lot of classrooms that teach a lot of different things. there are perhaps 15 or 20 other people in there as i go into the stall. dan and denny are standing outside the partition laughing their asses off as i give the play by play on how i keep missing the target with the camera. it really sucks trying to take a pic of your own ass with a flip phone. i can tell you from experience that its impossible to get a clear centered shot. after a while, dan gets impatient and says "gaddamit! i'll have to jump on the fucking grenade here." so he comes in the stall, i bend over and spread 'em, and he shoots a perfect pic of my buttnozzle and the back of my ball sack. i can't possibly imagine what all the other guys in the bathroom were thinking.

anyway, my plan was to just leave the pic in his phone as an easter egg that he could discover in a week or so. maybe the random chick he was banging would find it and break up with him or something. that wasn't good enough for my other buddies. hell no. dan makes my ass 'n balls the screen saver on his phone!!! he didn't stop there. since it was a flip phone, he also made the little outside screen the same pic. we were laughing so fucking hard we were literally crying by the time we got back to the room. we were actually disrupting class in a big way. the instructor was kind of irritated but he didn't say anything.

i put the phone back on the desk exactly the way it was. class started back up and of course slack ass eric moseys in a few minutes later. he sits down and the first thing he does is pick up his phone to see if he has any messages. he opened up his phone, closed it and set it on the desk. at first it didn't register what he saw. he kind of looked off to the side for a few seconds trying to process, then he picked the phone back up and looked at the pic really close. he looked the around the room and saw us laughing our asses off. then he threw down his phone and said "GODDAMNIT!!! THATS (FLYBOYX'S) ASS!!!!! FUCK!!!!!" we were laughing so damned hard the instructor couldn't continue class for a few minutes. eric spent the rest of the day fucking with his phone trying to figure out how to get my ass out of it. from that point on, he took his phone with him every time he went on break.

[ThatOneEuroE30]

back in the day, i was hired with a group of about 13 other pilots. of those, there were three crazy bastards that i became really good friends with. we all had new hire training together and after that, every year, we also had recurrent training together as well.

there was one year in particular, we had a crew resource management class. all four of us sat in the back of the room pretty much goofing off and joking around the entire time. my friend eric was pretty much the slacker of the group. when the instructor would release us to a break, he would run outside and smoke a cigarette. then he would saunter back in about 5 minutes after the facilitator had resumed class. every time eric would dash out, he would leave his motorola razor flip phone(this event takes place circa 2005 or so) laying on the desk. i came up with this really "bright" idea that if he left his phone on the desk the next break, i was going to take it into the bathroom with me and shoot some photos of my asshole. of course my buddies(dan and denny) thought this was a fantastic idea.

about 45 minutes later, a break is called and eric dashes out leaving his phone on the table. as i walk out i palm it and slide it into my pocket. dan and denny are right behind me and follow me into the potty. so... picture this: the restroom is shared by a lot of classrooms that teach a lot of different things. there are perhaps 15 or 20 other people in there as i go into the stall. dan and denny are standing outside the partition laughing their asses off as i give the play by play on how i keep missing the target with the camera. it really sucks trying to take a pic of your own ass with a flip phone. i can tell you from experience that its impossible to get a clear centered shot. after a while, dan gets impatient and says "gaddamit! i'll have to jump on the fucking grenade here. so he comes in the stall, i bend over and spread 'em, and he shoots a perfect pic of my starfish and the back of my ball sack. i can't possibly imagine what all the other guys in the bathroom were thinking.

anyway, my plan was to just leave the pic in his phone as an easter egg that he could discover in a week or so. maybe his girlfriend would find it and break up with him or something. that wasn't good enough for my other buddies. hell no. dan makes my ass 'n balls the screen saver on his phone!!! he didn't stop there. since it was a flip phone, he also made the little outside screen the same pic. we were laughing so fucking hard we were literally crying by the time we got back to the room. we were actually disrupting class in a big way. the instructor was kind of irritated but he didn't say anything.

i put the phone back on the desk exactly the way it was. class started back up and of course slack ass eric moseys in a few minutes later. he sits down and the first thing he does is pick up his phone to see if he has any messages. he opened up his phone, closed it and set it on the desk. at first it didn't register what he saw. he kind of looked off to the side for a few seconds trying to process, then he picked the phone back up and looked at the pic really close. he looked the around the room and saw us laughing our asses off. then he threw down his phone and said "GODDAMNIT!!! THATS (FLYBOYX'S) ASS!!!!! FUCK!!!!!" we were laughing so damned hard the instructor couldn't continue class for a few minutes. eric spent the rest of the day fucking with his phone trying to figure out how to get my ass out of it. from that point on, he took his phone with him every time he went on break.

That's is the funniest thing ever I couldn't stop laughing when I was reading this.

[MPLFoster]

i lol'd

[henryki]

My first job I was a porter at a local Dodge dealer (learned how to drive stick on customers cars, but thats another story) there were 2 of us porters and since I wasn't a lazy fat ass 40 year old who took naps all the time all the techs loved me and used to mess with me by screaming right behind me (I'm easily startled) and I would nearly crap my pants every time. So i got the bright idea to bring in an air horn and get them back, then one day after work I found out that I could get the air horn to work with one of these

The shop compressors ran at about 120 psi so when hooked up to the air horn piece it was high pitch and seemed like 200 db.

So while all the techs were in the lunchroom going through some meeting with the manager in break room, I grabbed my air horn attachment and an air hose barely made it reach to the break room door, cracked the door and hit it, I saw every tech in the room jump out of their seats while I laughed my ass off.

So then the other techs got air horns after that and got me with them whenever I was in the shop. But still totally worth it.

[DER E30]

That's is the funniest thing ever I couldn't stop laughing when I was reading this.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[mrcheezle19]

Best prank I've pulled is take all the 3 hole punches and empty them into an envelope and dumped them into the air vents of my buddy's Ford Asspire, I literally had an entire envelope completely full of them. After about 10 minutes of stuffing them down the vents and setting his fan to high the waiting was on. We left at 9pm that night and he had a rough day, which made this prank even better. I let him walk out to the cars first and I follow 10 seconds behind as i hop in my car I see his start up and a massive waterfall of 3 hole punches comes pouring out of his vents. He jumps out of the car and looks around to see if anyone is around laughing. With more little paper circles flying out of his vents my coworker ryan walks over and just starts dying. I slyly drove away laughing my head off. He has no idea to this day it was me. I will hear him tell the story to other coworkers and he always says a random 3 hole punch will fly out sometimes and it's been weeks since I put them in there.

[matthugie]

At my last job there were a dedicated group of pranksters. I transferred to a new department, and the guy I replaced had been the butt of the majority of their pranks because he never retaliated. Shortly after I started the VP of operations came through with a super soaker and got me pretty well. I told him that at some point there would be retribution, but when he least expected it.

A few weeks later I overheard someone mention the he had just gone into a meeting, so I slipped into his office and sat down at his computer. I took a screenshot of the desktop, saved it, and set it as the desktop background. Then, I hid all of the icons on his desktop and minimized the bottom bar, so everything looked exactly as it did when I sat down, but none of the icons were real. I did give our IT department a slight heads up as to what I had done as to not disrupt the work day too much (and they were pretty stupid, so it would have taken them forever to figure out), but he wasn't too happy about the whole thing. They didn't mess with me again though.

[spike68]

Just recently a member in our group just finished up his SR swap in his 240 and it was the first night he was bringing it out to the weekly car meet for everyone to see. Its a tradition for some of us to hit up taco bell before the meet in which he joined in. Well while the excited child was eating and eager to go to the meet, one of my friends discovered his key worked in the eager ones car. He decided to take his car and drive it to the meet at park it at the top level of the parking deck, then proceeded back to taco bell and act like his car got towed. When he walked out he was completely confused and utterly upset. So upset he basically cried. he jumped into a friends car and rode to the meet still upset. What made it even more funny he kept admitting that he didnt have the money to get the car out. We eventually told him where his car was about halfway through the meet.