- Oct 17, 2008
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Being sent this beaut reminds me of a few of mine but I want to hear yours.
Speaking of which, @JOLovegrove could you go and grab me four skyhooks and two buckets of dry ice for the ghost gag scene please?
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[Humour] Harmless work pranks
- Thread starter jcdenton08
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Being sent this beaut reminds me of a few of mine but I want to hear yours.
Speaking of which, @JOLovegrove could you go and grab me four skyhooks and two buckets of dry ice for the ghost gag scene please?
Coldeanseagull
Opinionated
I remember when I was sixteen, an engineer told me to go to the stores for a long weight....I said I wasn't born yesterday mate......he threw a hammer at me!
Ah, good times
Ah, good times
TomandJerry
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- Oct 1, 2013
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Sending someone to try buy a skirting board ladder 
Easy 10
Brain dead MUG SHEEP
- Apr 5, 2014
- 25,903
The worst work prank I played, and nearly got myself sacked for, was giving some of the warehouse men Belgian chocolate.
One of them ate it and about an hour later the door to the main floor came flying open and he was sprinting the loo and apparently banging on the door yelling for the sitting tenant to hurry up. He returned not long after. Another one came in the following morning saying he had been to the loo and 'didn't know when I was gonna stop' One had to put a sheet on top of his bed because he thought he might soil himself in the night.
It was actually laxative.
The prank was traced back to me and I got a final written warning. In my defence, I was young and it was a long time ago. The warehouse manager didn't know whether to be angry or find the whole thing hilarious.
One of them ate it and about an hour later the door to the main floor came flying open and he was sprinting the loo and apparently banging on the door yelling for the sitting tenant to hurry up. He returned not long after. Another one came in the following morning saying he had been to the loo and 'didn't know when I was gonna stop' One had to put a sheet on top of his bed because he thought he might soil himself in the night.
It was actually laxative.
The prank was traced back to me and I got a final written warning. In my defence, I was young and it was a long time ago. The warehouse manager didn't know whether to be angry or find the whole thing hilarious.
I bought my pride and joy (a 1962 mini which cost me £20 as a used car in the mid-seventies) to work (as a long-haired teenage office junior) in Hastings and the guys from the factory used a sideloader to put it up on the single storey office flat roof. I don't think the rusty old subframe was ever the same after that!
Probably be called bullying today!
I'm sure someone can "you were lucky" trump that in Yorkshireman sketch style......
Probably be called bullying today!
I'm sure someone can "you were lucky" trump that in Yorkshireman sketch style......
Skyhooks, left handed paintbrush, or navy cake, anyone?
(Not that I'm offering navy cake).
(Not that I'm offering navy cake).
A mex eyecan
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- Nov 3, 2011
- 3,872
bucket of steam
Justice
Dangerous Idiot
I’m going back many years maybe late 80’s working on a site (office block)at the end of Kingston bridge we thought it would be funny to open the fire hose and flood this guys convertible who was in the traffic on the road below. The poor fella had no idea what had happened or how it happened 
- Apr 5, 2014
- 25,903
It was a tradition at Boys' Brigade camp to send a youngster to the officers tent for a 'long weight' or 'sky hooks'. I suspect I was both perpetrator and victim.
Saw some belters in the Navy.
Sending sprogs for tartan breadcrumbs for the scotch eggs.
Go and get your tropical raincoats from stores.
Sign up for the Malta dog shoot( Malta dog is Navy slang for the trots.)
When I was leader of a mess deck we had a young Yorkshireman junior cook who thought he knew everything.
After about a month a lot of us were fed up with him, so, I got the ship’s clerks to mock up a ‘bill’ for bunk light usage.
Basically, each pit had its own personal light, and the bill was for each person to pay for the electricity used.
Sharkys bill was twice what everyone else was charged. He was told he would have to pay his bill at the end of the deployment .
He moaned so much cos his was higher than everyone else’s, so, whenever anyone in the mess went past his pit, they’d turn on his bunk light.
He got so wound up about it he went to see the Master at Arms to put in a complaint that someone in the mess was picking on him as his bunk light was always on and it was costing him hundreds of pounds.
We told him the truth the day before we got back to Pompey.
Poor kid, he didn’t know whether to be angry, happy, embarrassed or what.
Sending sprogs for tartan breadcrumbs for the scotch eggs.
Go and get your tropical raincoats from stores.
Sign up for the Malta dog shoot( Malta dog is Navy slang for the trots.)
When I was leader of a mess deck we had a young Yorkshireman junior cook who thought he knew everything.
After about a month a lot of us were fed up with him, so, I got the ship’s clerks to mock up a ‘bill’ for bunk light usage.
Basically, each pit had its own personal light, and the bill was for each person to pay for the electricity used.
Sharkys bill was twice what everyone else was charged. He was told he would have to pay his bill at the end of the deployment .
He moaned so much cos his was higher than everyone else’s, so, whenever anyone in the mess went past his pit, they’d turn on his bunk light.
He got so wound up about it he went to see the Master at Arms to put in a complaint that someone in the mess was picking on him as his bunk light was always on and it was costing him hundreds of pounds.
We told him the truth the day before we got back to Pompey.
Poor kid, he didn’t know whether to be angry, happy, embarrassed or what.
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When I worked at a chicken processing plant, one of the jobs was putting the giblet bags back in the chicken before it was wrapped up for the supermarket. The few of us on that station were on a raised platform (to reach the conveyor line) with a huge trough of the bags in front of us. Lots used to split…….any large pieces of chicken fat were put in the sink which was full of hot water to soften, and then carefully placed on the safety helmet of any supervisor that walked past below. Amazing how high a pile of fat strips you could achieve before they noticed.
Also saw this done once, but well before mobile phone days
Also saw this done once, but well before mobile phone days
Sparkies in the Navy would send juniors to the stores to get a butt plug.
scooter1
How soon is now?
As a youngster working in a music trade wholesalers, we sent another lad into the warehouse for some left handed guitar strings. He was not best pleased, bearing in mind that he was actually a very good guitarist
DarrenFreemansPerm
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Whilst working in a kitchen in France we had a Danish waitress who was a little on the greedy side, one evening I brushed the chargrill, neatly packed the scrapings into a ramekin, turned it out onto a plate and voila, it resembled a chocolate fondant, a pinch of chocolate sauce and dollop of chantilly cream the ‘desert’ was placed on the servers table. Within moments she burst through the door and took a big old spoonful of carbon and cream 
we all laughed as she spat it back out. A few moments later, and much to our surprise, the head chef who had witnessed the entire charade reached for a spoon and also sampled the ‘fondant’ having somehow forgotten it was trap.
we all laughed as she spat it back out. A few moments later, and much to our surprise, the head chef who had witnessed the entire charade reached for a spoon and also sampled the ‘fondant’ having somehow forgotten it was trap.
Yes, bullying was so much fun back in the day before it became quasi-criminal, eh?
Weststander
Well-known member
Wrapped the entire phone receiver cord around and around the desk edge/hole for cables, on the desk of the snide who was the lifelong wingman for the wanker who owned the firm.
The snide took a call, only to find he just had an inch of cable to the receiver. So he lay his head on the desk to take the call. All witnessed.
The best was in the 1990’s you could ring an 0800 number called The Angry Line. Where automated replies were along the lines of “Don’t you take that tone with me”, set to rhythm of increasing volume and anger. We called the number then transferred it without giving away we were involved to the wingman. He then spent minutes in an argument with the automated Angry Line.
The snide took a call, only to find he just had an inch of cable to the receiver. So he lay his head on the desk to take the call. All witnessed.
The best was in the 1990’s you could ring an 0800 number called The Angry Line. Where automated replies were along the lines of “Don’t you take that tone with me”, set to rhythm of increasing volume and anger. We called the number then transferred it without giving away we were involved to the wingman. He then spent minutes in an argument with the automated Angry Line.