DO YOU MESS WITH PEOPLE?

[WA5KRP]

I gottatellya, I've got this thing about messin' with people. #You know what I'm talking about......funny sh*t that works on their head. #Never malicious and never destructive. #

My station is in the same room where there's a pool table and a TV that the kids frequently watch. #Since I have a computer at my desk where the station sits, the kids are used to me being here while they watch TV. #This afternoon, while my son was watching whatever teens like, I quietly pulled out a second and unknown remote to the TV he was watching. #While I was typing away on the keyboard I used the second remote to randomly change channels or turn off the TV.

The first couple times the kid didn't let out a peep. #I guess he thought he had bumped his remote. #The third time I heard, "What the heck.......", and I turned right around and did it again, all the while acting like I was typing.

I backed off for almost 20 minutes and then changed the channel again. #"!#*?......!!" #As soon as he changed back, I turned off the TV.

"DAAAAAAAAAAD........something's screwed up in this TV!"

"Wassamatter?"

"!#*?......!!"

"Maybe it's overheated. #Turn it off for a while."

He did, and as he was stomping out of the room, I turned it on again.

Do you pull that kind of crap every now and then? #I find the hardest part is keeping a straight face. #The rest comes very naturally.




WA5KRP
Messinwidya, Texas

[KG6SAJ]

No, never!
And to mess with your own kids head like that!
That's just rude and insensitive.
I mean how could you and still feel good about yourself?!
It just makes you an overgrown brat.

A jerk, really.
Playing mind games like that, sheesh!
Well... I can't really say that I never have.
Only once or twice.
But that doesn't make it right.

I mean come on.
It's not like I make a habit out of it.
It's not like I get a kick from messing with somebody.
I don't.
Really!

Well, maybe more than once or twice.
But it was just a few times... and it's not the same.
Okay, okay!
Occasionally I do mess with peoples heads.
And I do get a kick out of it.

So there!
You happy?
Wow. I actually feel a little better.
Thanks.

and 73
Tim

[WA2ZDY]

I LIVE for stuff like that! That's what makes my life interesting. Heh heh heh.

[AE2NY]

WA5KRP:

I bow to your godliness. I've done that myself to several of my friends and I thought I was the only one.

*bows and prostrates at your feet.* I'm not worthy!

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ANthony - KI4VPR

[N8CPA]

I knew a guy who got fired for messing with a co-worker. He printed out a screen shot of a co-worker's desktop. He then scanned the printed copy and left the image on the co-worker's monitor. When the co-worker tried to start up for the day, of course, nothing happened becuase he was just cliking on the scanned image.

My friend was off in another cubicle laughing his @$$ off, when the coworker called tech support. It took an hour for the folks to figure out what was wrong.

[KB1GYQ]

Isn't any and every post to the internet an attempt to mess with someone's head? http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/laugh.gif http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/laugh.gif http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/tounge.gif

[K6PME]

Oh wow, lets see here....Planted sod grass in the floorboard a guys car. The car was a junker anyway and he drove it around like that for a few days.

Bribed a PG&E guy with a lift to put a another guys bags (tool belt) on top of a telephone pole.

Removed a driveline and put it in the trunk.

I acquired a Yoko Ono cassette once and put in a car stereo at full blast and left it that way, key off.......these are some that I remember right off the top but the list goes on.

Then there are the bunch of high energy, type A, 20 somethings living in the firehouse......I was well known for my "water traps". http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif

Now my 13 y.o. stepson thinks he want to play games. I keep warning him.................... http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/wow.gif

[W2LYS]

Danny, why am I not surprised you'd do something like that?

When I lived in the barracks overseas at RAF Chicksands, I had a friend who lived down the hall from me with the exact same TV. He'd camp out in front of his telly with his door open. One weekend afternoon I wandered down to his room and stood outside his door with my remote and every so often I'd drop his volume by just a very small notch... he'd turn it up, I'd turn it down. It took him a bit to figure out what was going on, but it was worth the wait...

[W5HTW]

Well, no. I hate to think I would do something like that. Never have, never will.

Reminds me of an incident with my first wife. We would go visit her sister often, and along the way was a house with a large pen, in which there were rabbits. But one day we passed by that house and there were no rabbits in the pen. Instead there were ducks. My wife pointed this out to me, and I just said something like "yeah, that's the way it goes." She wasn't too sure what I meant so she questioned me. I tried to avoid answering, of course. But when she pushed me enough, I said, "Ducks eat rabbits. I guess they knew what they were doing." By the time we reached her sister's place, she was crying. She burst into the door with the wonderful greeting phrase, said through tears and sobs, "Helen, the ducks ate the rabbits!" She launched into the sobbing story of the rabbits being gone, and the nasty people that put rabbit-eating ducks into the pen with them. Of course, I pretended to be sad, while Helen stood that totally befuzzled! And then I burst out laughing. Couldn't help it.

Same wife, different time. Living in a rented house in Virginia, there was (what would probably be illegal in any community anywhere today) a natural gas meter actually side the basement. Apparently the basement had been finished off after the meter had been installed. My wife noticed the meter and asked me what it was. I casually mentioned that it was our gas well. I explained that while many homes were hooked up to commercial gas, a few of the older homes had their own gas well. I dropped the subject. But a few weeks later, when company was visiting, they asked us if the big fireplace in the living room was our only source of heat. My wife piped up with, "No, we have a gas well in the basement." "Huh?" was the response. She then told the story of how some of the older homes in Virginia had private gas wells, and then, she offered to take them downstairs and show them. I decided this was a good time to go have a drink. Shortly the couple came back upstairs, along with my wife, who had a rather odd expression on her face. There was, though, no mistaking the expressions on the faces of the young couple.

Oddly, I am no longer married to that woman. My present wife is a wonderful blonde, which should say something, but since we are still together I shall hold in reserve stories of deception.

Then again, maybe I just imagined it all, since I would never screw with anyone's mind.

Ed

[KA8NCR]

One word:

Usenet

[W5HTW]

Living in the BOQ for a while, where we each had private rooms, a new concept on the scene was the Super Ball. Anyone remember those? I think you can still buy them.

Late at night, after everyone has gone to bed and all the room doors are closed, a 25 cent SuperBall made a great commotion. I would step into the hallway and throw the ball as hard as I could toward the other end of the building. I would immediately go back into my room and shut the door. The racket was rather amazing. Curses would drift down the hallway, and slamming doors. I probably did this about once or twice a month for the six months I lived there.

In another BOQ, in Europe, we had a poor Frenchman janitor. He used a large floor buffer, the common, heavy kind, but his had a problem - the on/off lever was broken, and did not automatically return to OFF when he released it. It had to be manually switched to off.

He would stretch out the cord, probably 50 feet, and then walk down to the buffer and turn it on. One of us would sneak out and unplug the cord. He would come down and start to plug it back in, when another of us would reach out and switch the buffer to ON. When the fellow plugged the buffer in, it took off and smashed into walls, thrashing all around.

Again, maybe it was my imagination.

Incidentally, someone mentioned a Windows joke that got someone fired. There is a way, inside Windows 98, to slow the fly-out menus from the Start menu. And slow isn't the word. They can be set to take up to ten minutes to respond! As the IT guy in a job, I had a pain-in-the-butt woman who was always messing with her computer and then having me come fix her screw-ups. I got tired of it, but she was the boss's darling, so my complaints fell on deaf ears. Finally I slowed her fly-outs to a minute in duration. Naturally she screamed. But because of the record of complaints I had filed against her, it was assumed to be something she had done. I went in and 'fixed' it, and she was ordered never to 'get inside' her computer again.

A month or so after that she was fired for continually messing with her computer instead of doing her job.

I can't say that was my intent, but it did make my life a lot easier.

Ed

[W7DJM]

""Bribed a PG&E guy with a lift to put a another guys bags (tool belt) on top of a telephone pole.""


Damn good thing that didn't happen when I was around. You'd be lucky not to go to the hospital. How funny is THAT?

If something like that was so godamned funny, how come YOU didn't climb up there yourself?

[N8CPA]

Ed, your story about your first wife reminds me of something that happened just before Chris and I got married. #We met her parents at a Texmex restaurant about midway between our respective homes. #It was only the second time I had met them.

Chris's dad was a WWII navy Vet, and spent many subsequent years on the police force. #So he was both jaded and mischievous. #I was still in the "best behavior in front of the future in laws stage."

Chris's mom is this sweet, innocent, well-bred former school secretary, classy in the old sense of the term. For some reason, she started commenting on the grated cheese served at the restaurant, and somehow expanded her comments to include other kinds of cheese.

She must have used the phrase, "I could never get past the smell," five times while explaining why she never tasted Limburger.
Each time she said it, I bit a little harder into my tongue to keep from laughing, and prayed she wouldn't notice my facial expression. Somehow I managed to notice that my future FiL was trying to control his facial composure, for the same reason. We finally broke at the same time. #

When we stopped laughing, he explained to her why the phrase was funny. #I knew we'd get along after that.


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[WA5KRP]

Quote[/b] (N8CPA @ Sep. 12 2004,11:22)]When we stopped laughing, he explained to her why the phrase was funny. #I knew we'd get along after that.


#
CPA,


I'm missing something here..........please explain it to me. Make it very simple. I don't have much to work with.



WA5KRP
Texas

[K8EEI]

Yes..........I do . http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif

Good one about telling him it was overheated .

Wish I would have thought of that .

I just like messing with "know it alls " on QRZed . http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/rock.gif

[N8CPA]

Quote[/b] (wa5krp @ Sep. 12 2004,12:58)]Quote[/b] (N8CPA @ Sep. 12 2004,11:22)]When we stopped laughing, he explained to her why the phrase was funny. #I knew we'd get along after that.


#
CPA,


I'm missing something here..........please explain it to me. #Make it very simple. #I don't have much to work with.



WA5KRP
Texas
You should have a PM now. http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif

My wife gets quite severely messed with within our family because she is so blonde. She's still getting it for something she did 5 years ago.

Someone asked about the little nightlight Plug-in air fresheners used in our dining room. She pulled one out of the outlet, explaining that it automatically detects when it's dark. Then she attempted to demonstrate by hiding it in her hands and peering between her fingers to see if it lit up.

Only my Chrisi! http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif

[W4CGP]

Yes, I love to play games with people...it is so much fun...little things to drive my mom batty, especially about my school work. Oh, do I have fun. http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif

I called my mom up after finishing a history test and scoring 100% on it; the conversation went something like this...

Me: I got some bad news and some good news for you.
Mom: Okay, what's the bad news?
Me: I scored 20% on my history test.
Mom: *gasp* oh my...
Me: But I do have good news.
Mom: What?
Me: I just saved a bunch of money by switching to Geico for car insurance.
*dead silence for about 2 seconds, then my mom started laughing hysterically*
Me, after about a minute: Actually, I made a 100% on my history test and I'm going to go bicycling, okay?
Mom: Okay, good!

She's fun to get going and have fun with. http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif

[N8CPA]

Quote[/b] (W4CGP @ Sep. 12 2004,13:23)]Yes, I love to play games with people...it is so much fun...little things to drive my mom batty, especially about my school work. Oh, do I have fun. #http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif

I called my mom up after finishing a history test and scoring 100% on it; the conversation went something like this...

Me: I got some bad news and some good news for you.
Mom: Okay, what's the bad news?
Me: I scored 20% on my history test.
Mom: *gasp* oh my...
Me: But I do have good news.
Mom: What?
Me: I just saved a bunch of money by switching to Geico for car insurance.
*dead silence for about 2 seconds, then my mom started laughing hysterically*
Me, after about a minute: Actually, I made a 100% on my history test and I'm going to go bicycling, okay?
Mom: Okay, good!

She's fun to get going and have fun with. http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif
Great! And you can recycle it for laughs. When you set her up, she'll guess about Geico. Then you say, "No. But I got a good deal on a gecko" and pull a lizard out of your pocket.

As a rule, rubber or real, moms and pesky older sisters do not like reptiles! I can almost guarantee you'll get grounded, but the look on her face will be priceless!

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[K8ERV]

Where I worked, many were part-time farmers. Was talking to some, don't remember exactly, but it involved straw. A few days later when I went to my car, found the front seat just packed with straw. Could hardly drive home. But that was ok, I used the straw.
*********
When a new tech was working on something, we would run a small plastic tube into it, and a concealed person would blow smoke. FUNNY
**********

Here is a lizard you can pull out of your pocket!!

[K8ERV]

This was not intentional, and it was not very funny at the time, but my boss was putting the finishing touches on a sailboat, for a race. He was very proud of it. I entered, but he could not hear me cause of the power sander he was using. So I pulled the plug. He set the sander down, but the switch was still on.

When I left, put the plug back in. You know what happened. I was not too popular after that !!

TOM K8ERV Montrose Colo

[WA5KRP]

If you want to scare the hell out of a truck owner, disengage the tailgate latch but leave the tailgate up. As soon as the kinetics go to work, the tailgate drops open and the driver thinks he's tangled with a Cooper mini.

NEVER FAILS.


WA5KRP
Texas

[KM5FL]

You guys are pigs!!!
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KM5FL

[W6EZ]

Ways to annoy people (http://www.qrz.com/ib-bin/ikonboard.cgi?act=ST;f=7;t=68799;hl=annoy)

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[K6PME]

Quote[/b] (W7DJM @ Sep. 12 2004,09:06)]""Bribed a PG&E guy with a lift to put a another guys bags (tool belt) on top of a telephone pole.""


Damn good thing that didn't happen when I was around. #You'd be #lucky not to go to the hospital. #How funny is THAT?

If something like that was so godamned funny, how come YOU didn't climb up there yourself?
He "earned" it. He wouldn't leave the rest of us alone.

[W5ALT]

Do I mess with people? Not much, unless they are my boss or they make me mad.

I like to wear a tie to work about once every 2 or 3 months. Keeps my bosses wondering if I have an interview. My last boss only asked once and I told him "No, but thanks for the suggestion. I could arrange one quickly." Then I left work about 30 minutes early.

When I had to fill out my recommended training for the next year, I put down "Obedience School" along with the note that I had failed several times already.

Every year we have a performance evaluation form I have to fill out. When asked what my plans were, I put down to "retire in the shortest time possible." When asked if I thought I should be considered for management, I put down "No, because the company discriminates based on color." My boss asked me if I really believed that and I told him "Yes, my nose is the wrong color." I then told him there was only one reason that I would want to be a manager: so I could fire him.

When I was with Shell, I had to choose who was supposed to go to lunch, and where, when it came time for my 10 and 15 year anniveraries. For the 10 year luncheon, I invited all the janitors and made the GM take them to the Ponchartrain Hotel in New Orleans. I don't think I've every seen such a happy crew of janitors in my life, but it was hilarious to see how uncomfortable the GM was. A good time was had by all (except for 1), but he paid the bill for over $2000 for the lunch. #

For my 15th anniversary with the company, I invited the VP and managers and chose McDonalds. When asked why I chose McDonalds, I told my boss it was because I wanted to let the company know exactly what the honor meant to me.

My current boss, I'll call him up every once in awhile and tell him I hope he solves the problems on the projects we have. Then turn off my cell phone and let him wonder what problems I'm talking about for a few hours. He used to go ballistic, but he's learning to stay calmer after a few years of dealing with me. He finally figured out I would never let a project get out of control.

And the youngsters, I'll tell them that we're going to start working on a new phase of engineering right after lunch and have a meeting with management. Then I'll call them right after lunch and tell them I'm running late - to do the meeting without me. Then I show up on time for the meeting.

There's more, but the rest are tricks of the trade. You have to get into a manager's head in order to really get the work done.

73,
Walt, W5ALT

[KY5U]

Love it Walt! I used to sneak into my boss's office (30 years ago) and remove a dozen or so important papers. Then two days later I'd put them back. He finally was in therapy.

I worked for a cellphone company 15 years ago and I would come in on weekends to work and the phone would ring off the hook with customer calls(we didn't have weekend support). I told the owner and he all but called me a liar. So, I routed all customer calls at Friday 5PM to his home phone. The following week we had 24/7 customer support.

Had one work-a-holic boss who always was on our case for leaving work on time (he wanted everyone there until 7PM). So, no matter what else we did, we ensured his "in" basket was filled before 4PM on Friday so he'd work-a-holic all weekend. Finally he had a melt down and went to selling shoes in the mall.

Me mess with people? Nawwww!

[W5HTW]

At one time I managed an Lafayette Radio Associate store. We sold stereo, CB, TV, electronics parts, TV antennas, tubes, and an occasional ham radio. Working for me was a young married man named Ken, and a younger, unmarried kid, going to college, named Kevin. Ken was a prankster, Keven was naive. It made for great fun.

Ken was also a flirt. I happened to look out from the rear parts section and saw Ken standing at the register, flirting heavily with a very attractive woman. Unfortunately for Ken, he was beside the intercom. Kevin was with me and decided to get even with Ken for some reason. He grabbed the intercom in the parts room and called to Ken, "Hey, Ken, your wife is on line one and she says 'right now, baby, right now.'" Ken turned red, the young woman left with whatever she had bought.

But Ken got even. One day there were several male customers in the store, but no females. Kevin was operating the cash register, and Ken was at the parts counter. Ken yelled out, "Hey, Kevin, you know how it feels when you have to P**s real bad?"

Kevin laughed and responded that he did. Ken then said, "Good. Come feel me and see if I have to." It was Kevin's turn to turn red. I could see the sweat running down his cheeks.

We did some remodeling. Part of that included putting large movie posters on the walls of the stereo showroom. We plastered the walls with human-sized posters, including one of Raquel Welch from the Planet of the Apes or whatever it was movie, in which she stood spread-legged, in scanty shorts and open blouse. One of the duties Kevin was assigned was to vacuum the carpet in the showroom. For some reason, not planned, the 110 VAC outlet was right in the crotch of Raquel's shorts. Honest, it wasn't planned. So, to avoid something really weird, we did not cut the square out for the socket, but just left two tiny prong holes for the AC plug. It was always a source of humor when customers were in the store and Kevin had to plug his vacuum into this highly suspicious and very intimate part of Raquel's anatomy. We reminded him the vacuum was run on P****y power, and we did so in front of the good natured male customers.

It was at that store, by the way, where I had a quite nice little electronics work bench, complete with a homemade 500 watt dummy load, that we used for the AM marine HF radios that we worked on. Many of them were 75 watts output. I also had a DX100 transmitter and an SX71 receiver there, as well as a Lafayette HA410 ten meter transceiver. Often I kept the DX100 tuned up on 11 meters, on the dummy load. We had a CB radio as well, a CB license, and a CB ground plane on the roof. So visiting CBers would often be talking with us as they approached the store. As they pulled into the parking lot, I would quickly switch off the CB, which was on the antenna, and switch on the DX 100 which was on the dummy load. Their radios would go silent. Didn't matter if I was on their channel or not, and it didn't matter than I was on a dummy load. (And yes, I was, as I did not want to jepordize my ham or commercial ticket.) The word got around that CB radios would not work right in our parking lot.

And finally, we had one of those smoke blowers. One day I had a rig, probably marine, upside down on the bench, as I was not only manager, but the only technician. This fellow had the trick of inhaling smoke, then leaning over the bench and blowing smoke into the radio. He would jump back and say "Watch out, it's burning," or something to that effect. And he fooled me a couple of times. But once upon a time he got too close to the radio, and it bit him really good on the chin. He cursed and shouted, and stormed off across the room, which was also a store room. In his anger, he kicked a box that was on the floor. And he kicked it hard, really hard. It should have crashed against the far wall.

It didn't move. It was filled with just received D-cells. He broke his toe.

Ed

[W5ALT]

I had a boss like that too, Charlie. I simply pointed out that the rest of us were good enough at what we did to get our jobs done in the allotted time.

Then there was the guy who told me (in a rather large meeting of managers where I made a techncial presentation), that I should be more respectful. In front of the group, I whipped out a letter of resignation that I always kept handy, handed it to another manager - who was horrified - and asked if anyone would hold the bets to see whether I or the other guy got another job first. (Hint: He got a job first. I stayed there for a couple more years.)

Then there was the manager that told me I didn't get enough paperwork done. I agreed and so I sent him a minimum of 5 memos per day all requiring his review and concurrence. After about a month he came to my office and simply said "I get the message" so I went back to working as usual. At the end of the year performance evaluation he made it quite clear that I was an expert at getting the job done without requiring excess paperwork.

73,
Walt, W5ALT

[N0KLT]

Quote[/b] (KG6QQL @ Sep. 12 2004,07:25)]I acquired a Yoko Ono cassette once and put in a car stereo at full blast and left it that way, key off.......these are some that I remember right off the top but the list goes on.
Son,

That is cruel and inhumane and just plain uncalled for! Nobody but nobody should be subjected to that type of stuff. You will be punished in your next life. Lord, Yoko Ono??? you are really really twisted. http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif

But I certainly approved of and think you have done a good job on those other stunts, but that other stunt has to violate several Geneva Convention articles http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif

[WA5KRP]

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG! #I never knew this place was jammed with so many assholes. #No wonder I feel right at home!


WOOHOO!




WA5KRP http://smilies.jeeptalk.org/contrib/lilly/hmm3grin2orange.gif #
Texas

[W3SY]

In the 70's, when I was in college, the dorm telephone was a source of unending amusement. I used to hook it up to the audio input of a tape recorder and make a one-way speaker phone out of it. We'd also record the fun sometimes.

I used to do a dead-nuts impression of our freshman chemistry professor. We had a particularly obnoxious classmate who used to monopolize class lecture time with her idiotic questions, which were clearly intended to bring herself to the attention of the professor. (Wotta brown noser.)

With several classmates gathered around, we called this girl at home, with me doing my spot-on impression of the professor. I told her I was impressed with her class participation. She thanked me, and for some reason mentioned that she thought most of her classmates were "average dummies." (Grrrrr...) I told her she was right about that -- I felt the same way too. Then I offered her a position as my lab assistant, and suggested she drop by my office the next day to discuss the particulars.

She did. The professor was very confused. She spent the rest of the semester trying to figure out who was behind the hoax, but she was MUCH more quiet in class from that point on.

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Same semester: Called a random number (dormmates gathered around the makeshift speakerphone). Told the lady of the house I was with the phone company, and we were testing the strength of the phone cords in the area. (This was before RJ11's were popular. The phones screwed into some kinda terminal block thingie.) Told her we had a meter hooked up to her phone cord. Asked that she pull on the phone cord hard enough to make the meter register a "10." She told me she was pulling it. Nope, sorry... Only registering "4." Please pull harder. She said she was pulling harder. Hmmmm. Only a "6." Harder please. She grunted a little. How's this? Well, that was a "7." Could you wrap the cord around your hand a couple times and REALLY pull it? Okay.... (click)

When the laughter died down, we tried the stunt on someone else. She actually got the meter to register "8," but we told her the cord didn't meet Phone Company specifications. Please take a large pair of scissors, and cut the cable in the middle. The truck is already headed to your house to replace the cable. She said, ok, I have a large pair of scissors. Cut in the middle? Yes, please. A dorm buddy felt pangs of conscience, and dove for the phone, yelling "NOOOOO...." but it was too late. (click) We had that one on tape. The classmate trying to grab the phone away was the best part of the call.

K3STU (ex-WB3P, ex-WB3IEJ), who sometimes lurks this forum, was there, I think. Stu, you remember this? #Please don't mention the names of anyone else involved! HAW!!

[KA9VQF]

Shortly after I graduated from Vocational school I was unsuccessfully looking for work in the field I had studied. Time passed and I took the first job I could get to keep the bill collectors away. It was with a casket manufacturing company. One of my little sisters asked what I did there. I told her I washed the caskets. This was true I would wash the oil used to form the steel off the outsides so it could be painted. I didn’t tell her this however.

I told her instead that every 100 years they would dig up the caskets that had already been used, dump the bones out and reuse them. She was aghast. This didn’t stop her from telling all her pals at school what I did for a living. By the time I finally did explain it, most of the county had heard that we were reusing caskets. This was funny enough but someone took the time to write a letter to the editor of the local newspaper stating how disgusting the practice was.

She later became a supervisor at the same plant. She was in charge of the welding department.

[WA5KRP]

Quote[/b] (w3sy @ Sep. 13 2004,00:32)]Called a random number (dormmates gathered around the makeshift speakerphone). Told the lady of the house I was with the phone company, and we were testing the strength of the phone cords in the area. (This was before RJ11's were popular. The phones screwed into some kinda terminal block thingie.) Told her we had a meter hooked up to her phone cord. Asked that she pull on the phone cord....Okay.... (click)
Sir,


You are one rotten muther. We must have been separated at birth. Do you ever venture back to Jamaica?




WA5KRP
Texas

[KY5U]

Ahhhh, workshop pranks....

Worked for an electronics shop that had black rubber matting on benches. Used to cut a small hole in mat and ran very small diameter plastic tubing inder the mat to my bench. #Opening of the tubing would poke through under equipment being serviced. #Would wait for someone to turn equipment on the bench on and I'd blow smoke through the tubing. #It would puff out from under the radio being serviced. #

12V supply in shop had a master breaker under the work bench. #I would wait for someone to turn on some 12v gear and I would short MY 12v leads together at my bench which would cause the master breaker to pop. Of course they thought it was their gear causing it. #They would have to climb under the bench and reset the breaker. #Funny how many techs would repeat this 5 times without even pulling out a meter.

Had one joker working on a marine SSB rig while I was working on an IF problem in an AM set. #I had the volume on the AM set cranked open and ear close to the speaker as I injected signal to see where the fubar was. #My buddy would whistle into the mike of the SSB rig on a dummy load and blow my ears out. #I laughed, but he kept doing it. #Finally he went for coffee. #I indid the 100w SSB rig from the dummy load and hooked to his metal work stool with jumper clips. #Sure enough, he came back, saw me bent over my equipment working and grabbed the #mike without looking. #He keyed up and gave a BIG whistle as he sat on the metal stool. #Needless to say he had classic RF burns in about 4-5 places. #

Same guy found an old pocket knife and cleaned it up. #He would wave it in my face with the blade open. #I warned him several times and finally he stuck the knife right under my nose and I told him I was going to take it away from him. #He said, "I'd like to se you try!". I judo chopped his wrist and the knife flew down and stuck up in his lower leg. #There were 5 witnesses. #All he could do is pull it out and go to the hospital for stitches. Then his wife almost brained him for ruining a new pair of jeans....

[K7JBQ]

On day long ago at the University of Oregon...

Got to the SU after a morning class in a downpour (what else in Eugene?) and the place was jammed. Not a seat anywhere.

Put three bucks worth of quarters in the jukebox, programmed it to play "Viva Las Vegas" 12 times and drifted down to the basement to shoot a game of pool.

When I went back upstairs, the place was deserted.

73,
Bill

[W3SY]

Bill, I think the 1970's hit, "Afternoon Delight," might have yielded similar results. MIGHT have caused evacuation of the entire campus!

[W5HTW]

Quote[/b] (w3sy @ Sep. 13 2004,09:47)]Bill, I think the 1970's hit, "Afternoon Delight," might have yielded similar results. MIGHT have caused evacuation of the entire campus!
That reminds me (please don't!) of a radio station in Albuquerque that, several years ago, when switching from country to rock, played 48 hours, maybe more, continuously, with no announcements except legal ID on the hour, of "Stairway to Heaven." I have always intended to run an ad locally and see who listened to that. Of course, that station is long gone, replaced several times by several others.

ed

[W2LYS]

I set up travel where I work... this one lady was flying into Montgomery Alabama, a rather small airport. Some of the flights therefore are on rather small planes... She asked me not to put her on a 'Puddle Jumper'. A quick scan of the net, and I found a picture of an open, one seater biplane... I printed it out and handed it to her, telling her that's all I could find for her to fly on... she shrieked...

[WA2ZDY]

I remember a Philadelphia station playing Stairway To Heaven for 48 straight hours too. #I don't know what era it was, but I really get the idea it is in the last ten years (based on my transfers and all.)

Steve, "Afternoon Delight" worked, but for different reasons. #Hearing it planted the seed . . . #wait, no, not planted the seed, that was later in the afternoon. #But . .. well, it got folks "In The Mood." (How did Glenn Miller get involved in this?!) #

I remember the 70's!

My father says to me "you're rotten" #<pause> . .. # "I like that."

My oldest son, great kid, very helpful and aware of my physical/medical situation, and on top of it. (He's 12 by the way, and I've accepted that when he makes a suggestion, I should follow, as he usually picks up on when I need help before I do.) #Anyway, I'm strict, not severe, but strict with my kids. #Once a long time ago he protested some decision I'd made. #I told him "deal with it, I'm a rotten bas***rd." #

One day he came home and called me a "rotten bas***rd." #What could I say? #I'd told him often enough that's what I was. #And besides, I've always told my children not to accept punishment for speaking the truth.

[kc2jga]

When I was in high school, I was attending a tech school for auto mechanics. Well, you know every class has a blonde, and I had a TRUE blonde in the class.

After we all got qualfied to do NYS inspections and started inspecting everyones car for free, I decided it was time to have fun with the blonde girl. Lori is her name.

Lori had just finished doing the "book" inspection on a really nice 1995 Caddy. Remember, the year is 1995 also, so...

Me: Hey Lori, did ya check the headlight fluid reservoir?
Lori: Uhh, no duh! Cars don't have HFR's! (for short)
Me: Uh, Lori, this new Caddy has the new Halogen headlight system. Which means these lights get a lot hotter for all the bright light they emit.
Lori: Really?! I didn't know that! Where is it?
Me: It's located in the trunk below the spare tire.
Lori: Ok
So, after a few minutes of rummaging through the trunk, she comes up with a blank face. We couldn't stop laughing for the rest of the day.

Another day, same Lori, doing a rear brake job on the schools superintendant's van. She tends to be real forgetful sometimes. Well, she finished up the job, parked the van outside, and later after we left, the super came and picked up his van after school. Come to find out, his brakes failed on the way home. Next day, we found one of his brake drums next to the lift in the shop.

Another day, SAME Lori, working at Sears now as a mechanic. First week working. Doing an oil change. Remember, Lori is forgetful. Everything is going fine. Drain the oil, install new filter, drop car, take filler cap off, fill engine with 5 quarts of oil. Check dipstick to make sure. Hey! Where is the oil that is suppose to be on the dipstick? She calls the shop foreman over and shows him the dipstick. He looks at it for a moment, scratches head, hmmm. Then looks under car. Not 2 feet from the engine in the floor, is a drain hole. 5 quarts of new oil, went straight through the engine, onto the floor, and directly into the drain in the floor. She was later fired for that. Don't know what she's doing now. Ran into her a month ago back home at a demolish derby. Maybe thats her thing now. Derbies?

[N0KLT]

JGA,

I think your blonde mechanic Lori came to Lincoln, Ne and got a job as a waitress. I was in a place a few years ago that had Noon specials and that day's special was "Fish 'n' Chips", which I ordered and this blonde waitress asks me if I wanted Fries with that? I was so proud of myself for not laughing in her face and soberly said no, that one order of fries were enough. She looked at me like "Wha???" , so I tried to explain that "Chip" was the English name for fries. After a few minutes of fruitless discussion, I told her just to bring what ever the cook prepared. This gal had to be some relation to the carny gal working the State Fair a few years before that who looked at my ham club badge that had my callsign and name on it, how did I pronouce my name. She got real pi**ed when I slowly said Gar-EE, seems she was looking at my callsign and thought I had some sort of Norwegian name or something. Of course her hillbilly boyfriend running the booth with her laughing his butt off at her and calling her a dummy didn't improve her mood. I finally gave up and broke down laughing also which really set her off. I was lucky I didn't end up wearing my glass of lemonade or whatever it was I was buy from their booth. I got back on our clubs foot patrol net at the fair and told them about it. For years now, guys on that net have walked up and asked my how to pronounce my name. Life does have its entertaining moments now and then.

73

Gary NØKLT

[WA5KRP]

Quote[/b] (kc2jga @ Sep. 13 2004,16:19)]Me: Hey Lori, did ya check the headlight fluid reservoir?
Lori: Uhh, no duh! Cars don't have HFR's! (for short)
Me: Uh, Lori, this new Caddy has the new Halogen headlight system. Which means these lights get a lot hotter for all the bright light they emit.
You're one of those bucket of propwash fellers, aincha?




WA5KRP
Texas

[kc2jga]

Quote[/b] (wa5krp @ Sep. 13 2004,12:16)]Quote[/b] (kc2jga @ Sep. 13 2004,16:19)]Me: Hey Lori, did ya check the headlight fluid reservoir?
Lori: Uhh, no duh! Cars don't have HFR's! (for short)
Me: Uh, Lori, this new Caddy has the new Halogen headlight system. Which means these lights get a lot hotter for all the bright light they emit.
You're one of those bucket of propwash fellers, aincha?




WA5KRP
Texas
I could have kept it going with her, but I was having a hard time from busting laughing. She's a nice girl though, I'll give her that though.

Go get me 10 gallons of rotor wash, 50 feet of flight line, some chemlight batteries, and a box of grid squares! PRONTO!

lol

Just remembered another prank my boss pulled on some guy out in the field here on Fort Drum.

It was a usual training excercise. A week in the field, no biggy. We once again had the luxuary of having port-johns. Well, my boss tells this one guy that he has to go on ammo detail. He gripes and moans about it, but ask's for the usual details about it.
Boss says, the company that comes out to clean our porta-johns will not clean them if they have brass in them. Why anyone would dump a bunch of M-16 blanks into a pooper, I don't know. (just go along with the joke, ok?) Anyway, boss continues. Someone had dropped a mess load of brass into the porta-john and the cleaners won't touch it. Go get your NBC gloves, gas mask and go police those rounds out of the porta-john. This guy was no longer in a good mood. He had to go out and fish for ammo out of the bottom of a pooper.
He let him get arm length past the opening before he told him to stop. I was laughing so hard, I dropped my weapon.

[VE1IDX]

I work as a broadcast engineer at a group of radio stations and a few years ago I had to replace a CD player in the master control room.It would simply stop and eject the CD in the middle of a song while on the air.Well the new CD player had a remote control that we would not be using so after I installed the unit I decided to have a little fun.After I left the control room I stood outside the window behind the announcer and started to open and close the tray and randomly select differant cuts.It drove the poor guy nuts and just as he picked up the phone to page me he turned around and caught me with the remote in hand pointed at him.I used that on new weekend guy too. http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif

[WA5KRP]

BOMB SQUAD HUMOR:



http://rock103.com/crew/pics/bombsquad.jpg

[KF0RT]

This is better then the shenanigans newsgroup...

We once propped up a car... VP was out of town on business and another VP and I used some 2x4's to shim the rear suspension on his Lexus so that the rear wheels were just barely above the ground. (This was a RWD Lexus). We did this on a Friday afternoon.

Joke's on us... Monday morning the biggest joker in the company spotted it and removed the 2x4's. He told the owner that he "probably scared away someone who was getting ready to steal the tires." Nobody ever heard the real story.

[K4JSR]

I have a couple of stories. The shorter one first:
I have a friend, Nick, K4ZYK, who, when wearing his call/name badge, would answer all such blonde mechanic
inquiries thusly, "I am Polish. My name is Nick
Kafourzyk." The person would usually nod, smile and
walk away.

The other happened about twenty years ago where I used to work as a Microwave/RF Tech. I have a friend
who is a software engineer/systems analyst who was
just completing his degree work at North Avenue Trade
School (Ga. Tech, to keep Glen happy). Paul was working
as a Test Software Geek(Dr. Pippin, the Co. Pres. actually referred to Paul that way!) In addition to being
my neighbor, Paul had this one character flaw that made
my plan for mayehm backfire. Software Geeks, once they have something set up the way they want it, and it
appears to work, rarely go back to change something.
The deed I did, with everyone in the lab, except Paul,
was to drill a hole through the bottom of his tool box
and through the bench and bolted the tool box to the bench. We waited for the fun. We waited even more.
We would still be waiting if Paul had not graduated,
gotten promoted and transferred to a different department. Fourteen months to the day that the prank
was started, Paul finally tried to move his tool box.
No one was watching. Most of us had forgotten the deed and thought that Paul had found the bolt and just
was not giving us the satisfaction of his wrath!
As it was, Paul thought we had just done it to him and
gave the obligatory loud sqwawk! When we told him
just how long his tool box had been bolted down, he
appreciated the prank even more. Fourteen months is a long time to wait for fruition of a prank! http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/wow.gif

There just ain't no justice!! http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/laugh.gif

73, Cal K4JSR
Innocent, Ga. http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/blues.gif

[K8ERV]

I like this story:

An office worker bot a VW beetle, and was bragging incessently about the good mileage. So, at noon, someone would go out and add a quart or so of gas, later two, you get it. When the bragging became unsufferable, they would start syphoning the gas back out. Sure quieted the owner.

[W5HTW]

Quote[/b] (VE1IDX @ Sep. 13 2004,20:17)]I work as a broadcast engineer at a group of radio stations and a few years ago I had to replace a CD player in the master control room.It would simply stop and eject the CD in the middle of a song while on the air.Well the new CD player had a remote control that we would not be using so after I installed the unit I decided to have a little fun.After I left the control room I stood outside the window behind the announcer and started to open and close the tray and randomly select differant cuts.It drove the poor guy nuts and just as he picked up the phone to page me he turned around and caught me with the remote in hand pointed at him.I used that on new weekend guy too. :D
I spent several years in broadcasting as well, some of it as engineer, some of it as a DJ, some of it as a newsman, and some (at a small station) as a combination of all of the above. However, I am scratching my head and trying to figure out which of the dozens of hilarious stories I could tell on this family site and not get banned. The broadcast industry is (or was?) completely full of R and X-rated behind-the-microphone scenes. Very little happened, it seems, that was G-rated. So far I have not remembered a story from those days that would meet approval here. But if I do, I'll be back.

I also, as a part of my life's experience, spent about five years driving long-haul truck. I actually enjoyed that, though the pay at the time was lousy, which was the reason I quit doing it. (And went into radio, which paid almost as much!) Likewise, the stories from those days lack a lot of couth. Shame to have "unmentionable" memories!

There was a neat ham radio story, though. Back in the 50s, as a teenager with a car, and as a ham, I had several ham friends in high school in Denver. I also had a 1947 Chrysler sedan. I had HF radio at home, but no radio in the car. There was a bit of 6 meter AM activity (this was before FM became popular, or repeaters) in the area. One night four of us teen hams were out in my car, probably chasing skirts. I had installed a whip on the rear of the car, and it was cut to something approximating a six meter antenna. It was my plan to actually find a six meter rig and put it in the car, but I had not done so, and besides, the car was a 6 VDC system, and it would require a vibrator power supply.

This one fellow, his name was Norm, was fairly naive about ham radio. He was a Novice, while the rest of us were Generals. I had decided to play a joke on Norm, and I told the other two hams about it.

Stuffed under the dash panel was the end of the cord for a set of headphones. Also stuffed under there was a microphone cord. Ah ha! We had a micrphone, some headphones and a whip antenna. All we needed to have fun.

I told Norm the radio was a homebrew unit mounted under the dash. I also told him the speaker on it was broken so I had to use the 'phones. With that, I 'made contact' with a well-known Denver area six meter operator. And I did it without a radio! So I'm wearing the phones, and talking into the microphone with this six meter op. Then I asked Norm if he'd like to talk. He was extremely excited!

I handed him the microphone (but not the phones) and Norm rattled on to this non-existent six meter op (well, he existed, but we sure as heck weren't in contact with him) for a good five minutes, while I drove along Colfax Avenue. The other two guys were amazed that Norm fell for this, and indeed lapped it up like a puppy.

Norm "turned it over" to the six meter op. I told Norm the phones wouldn't reach into the back seat, but i'd tell him what the guy on the other end said. That satisfied him. And so it went - for a good thirty minutes or so, with Norm talking to his imagination. We finally "signed" with the dead air/no radio, and probably went to City Park or something, ham radio over for the night. Later, the three of us laughed at how easily we had fooled Norm.

But it was not the end. I heard from the guy (whose name or call I can't remember) we were allegedly talking with, as we knew each other fairly well. He told me Norm had called him on the phone and had thanked him profusely for talking to a young, new Novice so long on six meters. The man was a bit confused, but went along with it. But when he heard it was from my car, he called me to ask me about the contact. He sounded genuinely puzzled, wondering how he could forget such a contact. I let him in on the truth. I think he laughed himself off the chair! And he did go along with it, and later thanked Norm also for the 'wonderful contact.'

Eventually, somehow, and I don't recall how, Norm learned I did not have, and never had had, a six meter radio. He did not take it well, unfortunately, and our friendship suffered. Suffered? It ended for quite a while. He got his General ticket, and like most of the rest of us, was limited by finances and equipment to a couple of bands of HF CW. But he would not talk to any of the three of us on 40 CW. Meanwhile, in the ham group at school, the story had circulated repeatedly, so at some point Norm accepted he had been 'had' and that it was all in fun, and though we never talked on the radio again, we did talk in person.

Coming attraction: The story of "I'll-go-with-you" Bob

Ed

[VE1IDX]

Another thing I did in the broadcast studio was go over to the large patch rack and "bring up some feeds".It was routine for me to show up at the office on weekends and patch various feeds into/out of various sources.This time I took a bridge feed off of the main console program out #and patched it into a production studio where I potted it up through the board.This gave me a copy of the program that was going to air.I then went back into master control and patched the output of the production studio into the off air distribution amplifier.This meant that when the announcer was listening to off air he was really listening to whatever I sent through the production studio.I waited until he was reading the news live and turned the microphone on.I had two other guys in the studio with me at the time and we just started talking about the guy on the air making really rude comments about his sexual orientation etc.They were not true BTW.The poor announcer almost crapped his pants.He went white and just froze then stammered his way through.He frantically looked for a pot that was up that should'nt be but found none.When he finished he screamed obsenities at us about how what we had just said was broadcast on the air.I explained,as best I could while busting a gut,that it was just a program feed not an off air feed.He felt better until he checked the position of the headphone feed switch and it was in the "OFF AIR" position.Panic set in again and I was gasping for air while laughing so hard.I eventually got him calmed down and explained the patch cord arrangement to him.The off air feed was bypassed and the studio feed was patched in it's place.Ahhh the good old days.Try that with the new management today and you're writting you're own pink slip.

Lets see, I can think of a few...

There were two times I really messed with someone at a job I worked at. The first guy was this annoying, slimy temp that worked at our brokerage firm. He was an accountant. I am the IT manager. So he used to use the phone alot and whine to the girls he was trying to pickup. He sat next to me - it annoyed the heck out of me. So I decided I'd have a little fun. I sort of rewired his phone one day to a switch under my desk that I could control. He would be talking and all of a sudden his line would go dead. "hello? hello?" Meanwhile my co-worker and I are trying to keep a straight face. I even offered to "have a look" at his phone a few times!

The othe time I messed with someone at work was another temp. My coworker and I hated this person! He was rude and mean. Ever hear "The Hampsterdance" music.. that original repeditive song? Well, I ran audio through cat 5 back to our server room to an old extra pc. I had an extra set of speakers and I was able to hide them in his cubical desk (removing the houseing, of course, to lower it's profile). I turned it up just barely loud enough for him to hear it. He spent a good amount of time looking for where the sound was coming from - but could never find it! We would sit there and try to keep a straight face.

That's the only two I can think of right now.. I know there are others..

[WA5KRP]

You've probably noticed gas prices are going through the roof. Last night I was out watering my yard after midnight and it occured to me I haven't messed with my worthless neighbor in a long time.

His big-ass truck was parked in the driveway (a long way from his bedroom). When I finished watering I walked over and took his gas cap off and laid it on the ground. I left the fuel door open - it's right right by the driver's door. He leaves for work like clockwork at 8:15am.

Except this morning........



WA5KRP
Texas

[W3SY]

I don't wanna sound stupid, but did it all evaporate that quickly? Ouch. http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif

[WA5KRP]

Quote[/b] (w3sy @ Mar. 22 2005,18:28)]I don't wanna sound stupid, but did it all evaporate that quickly? Ouch. #http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif
Nothing evaporated........but he was sure he had been ripped off. Funniest thing was, he kept looking all over the place like whoever took gas would hang around.


WA5KRP
Texas

[KW4MW]

As a kid I used to hang around the local radio station. #Back then the news came in by teletype on one of those old noisy black 60 WPM machines. #

The news was broadcast very hour on the hour and the station policy was that the announcer would pull copy 3 - 5 minutes before the top of the hour to proofread it.

Trick #1 was for someone else to tear the copy a couple of mins before the announcer got to it. #Then hand it to him 30 secs before news time. #

Trick #2 was an embellishment of #1, in that the announcer was handed the news but it was several days old. #
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I worked with a guy that was, to say the least, a pain in the rear. #

One of the requirements of his job was that he had to take components that were partially finished down to the machine shop for some tooling and then bring them back to his bench to complete the job. #

He staked a claim to one of the shop carts, declaring that it was his and no one else could use it. #He actually kept it chained to his bench when he wasn't around. #

Two straight wheels in the front, two swivel wheels in the back. #We change the wheels around so that the swivel wheels were on the right front and the left rear. #

It was a real hoot to see him trying to push that cart and keep it going in a straight line.
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The best I saved for last. #

I was in the Navy and our ship made a fuel stop at some small Greek island. #We weren't allow to go on liberty - since we would be underway as soon as the tanks were topped off. #

However, an old Greek guy had a pushcart on the pier and he was selling beer and peanuts. #

Two young sailors went up to the old man and expressed a great interest in the peanuts. #The old Greek must of thought that these kids had never seen peanuts and went to great pains to pantomine to them that the peanuts were for eating. #

The kids finally nodded their heads in agreement, bought a bag of peanuts, broke open the peanuts, then they starting eating the shells and throwing the nuts away. #

I thought the old fellow was going to have a stroke.

[KC0KBH]

I od it all the time! It is so hard to keep a straight face. One time we were at a hotel with my friend's family, and there happened to be a birthday party there. The was the time the Weinermobile was in the parking lot, on unrelated matters. Anyway, we watched thru a window, and noticed that the sign specifially said only 12 people in the hot tub. There were about 20 5 yr olds in there. So, we complained to the front desk. Both of us could barely keep a straight face!

Another fun thing, load palm remote beta onto a palm and watch the look on the teacher's face when you turn the TV on or change the channel! Or turn it up really loud or mute it!

[WA5KRP]

Quote[/b] (KW4MW @ Mar. 22 2005,19:02)]Two straight wheels in the front, two swivel wheels in the back. #We change the wheels around so that the swivel wheels were on the right front and the left rear. #
Elegant.



WA5KRP
Texas

[WA5KRP]

I used to have a coffee cup I super-glued three rubber suction cups on the bottom. Every now and then I'd fill it with coffee, stick it on the roof as I climbed into the cab, and drive to work. Of course the coffee streamed towards the bed of the truck and it all looked very convincing. You can't imagine how many drivers tried to get my attention to let me know I left my coffee cup on the roof of my truck - the looks on their faces.........

Unfortunately, the last time I did that I forgot to take the gag off my roof. It was gone when I left work. http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/otn/sad/mecry.gif


WA5KRP
Texas

[KG4CGC]

Coffee mugs! Best coffee mug trick for the morning meetings was to use a marker to write something like &quot;Brown Noser&quot; on the BOTTOM of the mug and watch who would notice the other persons mug as they lifted it to drink! Sometimes we would only hit one mug, sometimes we'd get them all. This is really the kind of thing that should not be done more than once , twice max!

[WA5KRP]

http://instagiber.net/smiliesdotcom/contrib/blackeye/lol.gif OMG!


WA5KRP
Texas

[KL7AJ]

I don't use green Cleggs to ham
I don't use them, Sam the Ham
I don't use them here or there
I don't use them anywhere

[W2LYS]

This thread is most scary...

Why did it suddenly pop back up again 9 days before April Fools Day?

[KF6RDN]

At large meetings, the meeting room has a kinda high ceiling:

&quot;Look, it say's 'gullible' up on the ceiling&quot;.

duhh...

[KC0KBH]

Yes, heard that one when I was in 5th grade. Nothing new. Now, how about some good pranks? In music (hate the class) we have a bunch of Yamaha keyboards with headphones. The big ones. So, I got another kid to turn the volume up all the way on all the keyboards. http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif You can imagine the result when everyone put on the headphones and started playing.

[KC0NBW]

Quote[/b] (wa5krp @ Sep. 12 2004,13:51)]If you want to scare the hell out of a truck owner, disengage the tailgate latch but leave the tailgate up. #As soon as the kinetics go to work, the tailgate drops open and the driver thinks he's tangled with a Cooper mini. #

NEVER FAILS.


WA5KRP
Texas
very clever, and i'm not talking about the tailgate bit ! http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/laugh.gif

[KG4CGC]

Quote[/b] (KC0KBH @ Mar. 23 2005,16:42)]Yes, heard that one when I was in 5th grade. #Nothing new. #Now, how about some good pranks? #In music (hate the class) we have a bunch of Yamaha keyboards with headphones. #The big ones. #So, I got another kid to turn the volume up all the way on all the keyboards. http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif #You can imagine the result when everyone put on the headphones and started playing.
Try doing that at any corporate franchise stereo/electronic crap dealer then make sure the unit is off. Second thought, DON'T DO THAT!

[KC0NBW]

back in the mis 70s i worked as a small equipment mechanic for a city parks dept.

one of the other guys got an electric screwdriver for a present once and he brought it to work to show off to everyone ! he was yakking up the concept of electric tools all morning long
to have a little fun with him, i drilled a hole in the end of the handle on a ballpeen hammer and stuck an electrical cord with the wires twisted together on one end and a plug on the other end into the hole in the handle and left it laying on my bench when i went to lunch.
when i got back, the hammer was laying on the floor, the plug was all burned up, and the outlet over my bench was burned too !

for the rest of the day,i was getting real dirty looks from the screwdriver owner and the rest of the guys in the shop could not look at him and keep a straight face !

me? i just picked up the hammer,pulled the cord out of the handle, put the hammer back in my toolbox and hung the burned cord on a wall hook above my bench !

then, i never said a word about it !

of course, i had a permanent enemy from that time on !

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[N1MLF]

Several years ago I worked at an RV repair shop. Of all the rigs we had to work on the small &quot;pop-up&quot; tent trailers were the worst. Theres a mechanism under them that raises &amp; lowers the top thru a cable system. These are miserable to work on and time consuming to get adjusted. Every now &amp; then when someone was working intently on one of these the local prankster would fill an empty styrofoam coffee cup with acetylene &amp; cover the cup with a napkin or paper towel. This would be set behind the trailer tire &amp; a lit cigarette placed on the top. Now given a few mins for the smoke to burn down &amp; smolder on the napkin...BANG...
Then we'd count how many time the marks head banged between the bottom of the trailer &amp; the floor. Ratings were made according to volume, vocabulary, &amp; how pissed he got. Now &amp; then there'd be a little blood shed or scuffle for extra points..

[KC0NBW]

balloons full of oxygen and acetylene left laying around anywhere cutting and grinding is done are always fun too ! http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/tounge.gif http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/laugh.gif

[W2WTF]

Being that I work out of a fire station and the first thing that the on coming crew does the next morning is make coffee, I take black tape and wrap the sprayer button on the sink so you can't see that its on and aim it for the crotch of the person who is filling the coffee pot...

Or place a spiked bag of IV fluid under the cushin of a chair and run the tubing up through the side/ back of the chair so when someone sits in it it sprays them right down the lower back..

Turn off the ambulance but leave the siren in the on position so that the on coming crew turns on the main breaker to check the truck the siren starts inside a metal garage