I got in lots of trouble with a snake prank at work . Killed a rattler . Tied fishing string to the door . When you opened the door it would seem like a snake was striking at ya . They didn’t think it was near as funny as I did .
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These are great!Comment
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Practical Joke Gone Wrong
My 70 year old dad got a new titanium knee after a fellow TBHer coiled a dead snake outside the office door.
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When one of my kids was little, I changed their diaper and put it in one of my younger cousins school back pack, he found it the next day in class. Hasn’t forgiven me yet.
Had an old toilet at the house, took the chair out of one of my buddy’s deer stand and put the toilet in its place. He was beyond mad, considering he weighed about 300.
Another guys stand I attached a styrofoam head that I had painted attached it to his chair and put a cap on it, lucky the stand wasn’t high off the groundComment
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I used to like to prank other people, regularly, definitely some of those went wrong. After upsetting a couple people pretty badly, and then some other deals that just got out of hand, I quit playing pranks.
One of the funniest pranks I ever witnessed, I did not have anything to do with. I worked at a dealer in the service department. We had a very dark skinned black guy, that was the shop porter/janitor, everybody called him Poindexter. He mostly kept the shop clean. Multiple guys liked to prank him, I was not one of them. He was a easy to get along with person, he liked to prank people at times, also.
At one point, the pretty much daily think was someone would put one of those air bags or extra large bubbles used when shipping boxed items. Our part department seemed to regularly have some extra large air bags that were made of some pretty tough plastic. If you stomped on them, they would make a pretty loud pop. So they were put under the tires of trucks in the shop so when someone went to back out of the shop the bad would pop and make someone think they ran over something or hit something. They got used in all types of other ways also.
One day Poindexter, walked out into the shop and started looking around, like he was making sure nobody was watching him. It was pretty obvious, it caught multipe people's attention, including mine and the part's man. He went over to where we had a very old stick welder, probably from the 1930s or 1940s. He had a piece of rebar, and a piece of metal, in his hands. Instead of asking someone to weld the parts, he stood there by the welder looking around to make sure nobody was watching, did this for a while. Then looked at the welder, flipped the switch to turn it on, would look around to make sure nobody was watching again. Then back to looking at the welder trying to figure out how it worked. Then got the welding leads, a welding rod, then back to looking around. Then grabbed the old welding hood and put it on, then put it back down. Then looked around, this went on for 15 minutes or so. Then when he finally was sure nobody was watching, he picked up the hood again and then pulled it down, and obviously could not see anything.
While he was doing this, the parts man snuck out of the parts department, out into the shop, then hid and waited for Poindexter to drop the welding hood. Once he did, he snuck up on him and set an air bag down, with his foot up and waited. As soon as Poindexter struck and arc on something, don't know what he struck the first arc on. The parts man stomped on the air bag, it made a loud boom. Scared the crap out of Poindexter, he obviously could not see anything, jumped, then started turning in circles, blind as could be. Well everything around him was attached to the metal table he had the piece of rebar on, so the pole, that was part of the shop frame, the table and I don't know what else were all grounded together. As Poindexter was stumbling around it circles blind, because of the extra dark welding hood. He was waving the welding lead, it was arcing off of everything around him.
A big black guy with a black welding hood on, stumbling around in circles, with the welding lead arcing all over the place, for some reason, reminded me of Darth Vader, swinging a light saber around hitting metal with the light saber. It was one of the funniest things I ever saw. I was laughing, the parts guy and then some of the other guys in the shop started laughing. Poindexter did not think it was funny at all, once he stopped and stood there and realized most of the shop was laughing. He ripped the hood off and threw it and the welding lead, then stormed off cussing.
He was out for revenge after that, his primary target was the parts guy, but then also some of the guys who laughed the loudest. That deal pretty much started a war in the shop. Everybody tried to one up everybody else in the shop. It went from stomping air bags, to hooking a blow gun to empty oil bottles and blowing them up with 160 lbs. of shop air. That would make a pretty loud boom. Multiple guys go Poindexter with the oil bottles. He just kept getting madder, every day. Then I came up with the idea of using a plastic Coke bottle, hooked to a blow gun. The trick was to tie the trigger of the blow gun, with a zip tie and walk off, with the bottle under a truck someone was working on, or under someone's work bench.
So Poindexter hooked a Coke bottle to a blow gun and zip tied the trigger and walked off and waited. I was pretty sure 160 psi would blow the Coke bottle up, and I was right. It took a bit longer than an oil bottle, but once it blew, it was loud. It shook all the windows in the service department, most of the shop hit the floor. I think a couple people inside the service office fell out of their chairs. It was loud.
The service manager came out of his office and started yelling asking what the hell just blew up. Poindexter was pretty much rolling. Once everybody realized it was Poindexter who did it, they asked him what he did, so he told them. That was the end of popping, or blowing up anything in the shop, pretty much the end of shop pranks for quite a while.
I had plans for stepping things up one more level, if things continued, but 160 psi in a plastic Coke bottle put a end to the pranks. That was like the atomic bomb of shop pranks, only one was needed, not two.Comment
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Ziploc bags and acetylene scattered throughout the weld fab shop at a nuke plant can be interesting
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When I was managing Walmart stores I had one go south pretty bad. Mid October, I had been off on Thursday and killed a heck of a buck with my bow. On Friday. I got to work right at daybreak. I parked right beside my night managers(tom) truck. When I got out I saw the caped head off that buck was still in my truck bed as I had forgotten to throw it out. Warm weather in Oct so I didn't want it to sit there all day. I did the natural thing and threw it in the back of Tom's truck.
Now Tom was going on vacation with his wife. They loved the casinos and their vacations always revolved around them. I went inside and Tom met me at the door raring to go but we had an employee situation to deal with that took a couple hours. Tom went home, parked his truck in the garage, hopped in the car with his wife, and away they went.
He was scheduled to be back at work Saturday night a week later. Tom did not show up. Sunday, no show again. I was worried. This is the kind of guy you can count on. Mid 60s, never missed work, loved his job and the people. I started calling him but his phone was off.
Monday afternoon, my district manager walked in and went straight to my office without walking the store. He closed the door and asked if I had done something to Tom. Well no I hadn't. I was very worried about him. He frowns and says are you sure? We need to know before this goes any further. Had I by chance put anything in Tom's truck? Welllll.... just a deer head last week.
I'll shorten the story a little. Apparently Tom had run up a considerable gambling debt somewhere. He left Friday and came home Wed. When he opened his garage the deer head in the back of his truck had been steeping 6 days. Now instead of realizing it was me, he immediately thinks some mafia enforcer had got in his locked house and left the skinned deer head as a threat like the ol horse head in a bed deal. Apparently, Tom's wife called the district office Monday am and told him all about the trouble they were in and that they were in hiding.. My district manager knew I was a hunter and suspected what happened. Tom didn't see the head when he went home and just assumed since his truck had been locked in the garage that some mobster had been in his house.
I'm not sure Tom ever forgave me for that one either.Last edited by GarGuy; 03-20-2022, 08:03 AM.Comment
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In the early 80s out at the plant our supervisor took a week vacation. Our step up foreman was one of our regular welders that loved a good practical joke himself. Back then we had land line phones in all of the offices and on the receiver you could unscrew the end that you talked into. Me and another welder early Monday morning unscrewed the end and put a raw shrimp in it and screwed the end back on. Buy mid day Rodney ( step ups name) asked us if we could smell an odor in the office. We all said no. Each time someone would come into the office, if he wasn’t in there , we would screw the end down a little tighter. By Tuesday morning the entire office complex had an undeniable odor all the way down to the superintendent and time keepers office. We tighten it down a little more. By mid-day building maintenance has been called. RUT-ROW. This prank wasn’t supposed to go this far. We figured that the first day he would have figured it out. Now they think that there is a dead rat or something somewhere in the building. Now we are laying low and no body is going in the office. Sometime that afternoon Rodney came out into the shop and read all of us our rights. We were busted. But no body ever fessed up.WHEW!!Comment
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My neighbor Al was a big ol'boy, 6'8" about 375lbs. Ex-football player but scared of his own shadow. He had a lease out near Uvalde back in the 80's. We had been out there during 4th of July weekend popping fireworks.
He built a outhouse while he was out there and cut a triangle hole in the top and nailed a toilet seat over the hole. Before we went home, his son place some of those throw down snap poppers under the knobs on the toilet seat as a prank.
Fast forward till mid September, nobody had been to the lease since that weekend and the outhouse remained unused since the prank was put in motion. Al made a trip to the lease by himself to check on things and fill a few feeders. When he arrived, he had to visit the outhouse first thing. He took a stick and ran it around the hole and checked for critters real good with his flashlight before sitting down to do his business.
When he sat down, the poppers under the seat went "Bang Bang"
Al thought something was trying to get him and he bolted out of the outhouse like a rocket, kind of.
His manhood got caught in the V of the triangle he cut for a hole. He had made it about half way out the door before it flung him back like a bungee. He tried again and free himself, but dang near tore his boys off in the process.
He got in the truck and packed his extra cloths between his legs to stop the bleeding, and drove himself into town to a hospital. He dang near blead out before he got there.
They sewed up the sack and he spent 2 or 3 days in the hospital.
When he got back to his truck he said it stunk to high heaven from all the blood in the seat. Needless to say, you didn't want Al to catch you trying to play a prank after that.Comment
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I laughed but now I'm sweating!!!! AAAAOOOOOUUUUUCHOriginally posted by Hoggslayer View PostComment
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Ohhhhh..... I can just imagine all of Al's weight brought to a stop. Gives me chillsComment
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He was a pro defensive lineman. When he said he was coming out of that outhouse, he meant it. That guy was amazingly fast for his size.Originally posted by GarGuy View PostComment
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