All right.....fess up.....what's the worst and nastiest prank you ever pulled on a fellow co-worker.....cmon now....there has to be some real gut busters with this bunch of people!!!!

In the mid to late 1980's when I worked for a paging company in St. Louis, alphanumeric paging was just coming out.

We had given all our sales reps the new alphanumeric pager and had installed the software and modems to make it work in the paging terminal.

We had one salesman who was a pretty nice guy when he wasn't drunk or hungover (which wasn't very often) and I had just seen the movie Porkys and got the bright idea to page him with the following message:

"Please call Mike Hunt at 314-123-4567."

The phone number (I don't remember the actual number) was for one of the local abortion clinics!

(Just in case you haven't seen Porkys, say the name fast.)

Kind of innocent, and a bit juvenile, but I'll never forget when I was working in Seattle and a sister station jock (who was a good friend, unbelievably), came in while I was out of the studio and let loose with what we shall describe as a monster gas spell. (cleaned up description). The joke would be how long it would take for me to realize what had just occurred. Funny, I didn't really notice, until his silly smirks from two windows down made me realize something was up. These were still the days of live overnights, and I guess we needed to keep ourselves entertained and awake! Not funny at the time, but hilarious 20 years later!

Same job different prank:

We had a girl in our accounts receivable department that was really obnoxious. We'll call her Lisa.

We had just moved into a new building and we had a 2 bay garage in the back where we installed mobile telephones (the kind before cellular).

It was fall and the garage would get a bunch of crickets in it at night.

One night my system tech and I were there doing some software upgrades to the paging terminal and were about to call it a night. The crickets had moved into the garage for the night.

We gathered up probably 20 or 30 of them and went up to the front office where accounts receivable was.

We took Lisa's coffee cup and put the crickets in it and turned it upside down on her desk with a couple of paper clips under the edge so the crickets wouldn't suffocate.

We made sure we were in the shop before she came in the next morning. When she did and picked up her cup the crickets of course started jumping all over. We literally heard her scream back in the shop 60 to 80 feet away!

To make matters worse, she went running into the GM's office screaming those so and so's put grasshoppers in my coffee cup. The GM started laughing and said "They weren’t grasshoppers, they were crickets"!

C0-Worker had just finished rebuilding his data from backup after a major hard drive crash just before his vacation. He then sat on his backup DVD on his chair and snapped it in two. He asked me to make another for him as he was late leaving. I said sure and he left.

I made and verified a data backup for him and then proceeded on my mission.

I downloaded a Blue Screen of Death screen shot....one that indicates a problem with the physical drive and loaded that as his wallpaper. I then hid the desktop icons and taskbar, disabled the keyboard and mouse buttons and turned off the monitor and set the screen to power off after 5 minutes and left it.

When he came back from vacation and moved his mouse it woke up the monitor to a lovely blue screen of death. He about passed out. Then he asked me if I had got his backup done and I said no that it had crashed right before I got to it. He almost had kittens. I left him in that state for a while and told him to calm down.

After about 20 minutes or so of pure agony I let him off of the hook.

Computers........GOTTA LOVE EM'

Used to work with a sgt, whos wife worked in admin and processed travel receipts. They were real jerks, both members of an extremly radical church, and were always handing out relegious literature.

So once he went tdy to nellis to help train the air forces security folks, when he came back, and submitted his travel docs, I added a receipt from the "Mustang ranch".

I might point out, I am a fairly relegious myself.

Many years ago, I narrated those cheesy ads for an ourfit that sold advertising at drive-in movies.

The owner would always piss me off (for some reason or another) so I decided it was time to vent.

On the Friday afternoon of some 3-day weekend in the summer (it was hot), I bought a 6-lb. rock cod at the local fish market and placed it in his office above the ceiling tiles.... and Tuesday morning arrived on schedule.

Fumigation took 2 days. I never got caught, as the prime suspect always remained the owner's son. He-he.

Now that was just plain "ROTTEN" LMAO

That is soooo cold Mike. I LOVE IT!!

The stories are fantastic. This might not be quite as classic, but it was funny at the time.

Years ago, KBPS was separated into two studios with facilities at opposite ends of Benson High School. One afternoon, a student with an ego that was outpacing his talent said one too many things to one of the part-time instructors.

After a heated conversation, the teacher quietly walked the long hallway to the other studio, patched the monitor channel through one of the decks, got a real nice echo with delay and sent it back upstairs to the other booth.

While the student heard all heck break loose in his cans, on the air, he simply sounded confused and silly. He was not nearly as confident as his big mouth would have indicated earlier.

Before he hung himself completely, the instructor switched control to his end, dropped in an ID and started the tape of the next show. I don't remember who the student was, but I do remember that they gained humility among their newfound skills.

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In the very early 90's we had the big Michaelanglo virus scare. Everybody waited that morning to see if their computers were infected or not.

So, the night before I wrote a small program to display a skull and cross bones in ASCII art, along with the following phrase:

Michaelanglo is my name and formatting your data is my game!

I combined this with some rapid reads from the hard disk and the occasional *beep*.

That morning, I ran the program and had some others in the NC programming department go tell the office manager. He was an older school COBOL guy, who just feared the newer computers.

He saw that and just went nuts! Got an inch bigger right there! Before anyone could let him down easy, he went to the company presidents office and unloaded the horror.

At this point, I figured I was either fired or it was gonna be the very best.

Before things got too outta hand, I entered the office and fessed up.

We had about 10 seconds of silence, while the President mulled things over. Expressionless, he just thought....

Then he started laughing hard. So it was gonna be great then! Glad I didn't have to go job hunting after all!

He looked at the office manager and said, "You let this punk kid scare the crap outta you like that?"

The office manager looked at me, poked me in the chest and said, "I owe you BIG!" and left.

A coupla months go by with no incident.

One day I walked in to find a note on my desk that I had been transferred to the shop floor and needed to report to the foreman. Now I hated this guy totally. Would never work for him and most people knew it. We got along though because we were in different departments. No biggie, until I saw that letter!

I said basically that I was f-ing done! Cleaned out my desk, called my wife to tell her what happened and went to the car.

As I was starting it up, the office manager tapped the window and said, "Gotcha!"

Oh man! I just started laughing huge --it was the very best exchange I have ever had. He helped me carry my stuff back to the office. Everybody was laughing their ass off, as was I with them!

While working at KOMA in Oklahoma City, the fience of one of the sales guys called and asked for him. I very officially said I believed he had left for the evening since he left with his girl friend. When he later arrived at his fience's house she unloaded on him. He called the station and pleaded with me to tell her it was a prank. I pretended to know nothing about what he was talking about.

She broke up with him and they never got back together. Oh well, I'm sure I saved him from getting a divorce at some later date.

You actually think you "saved" him?

Messing with people's realationships isn't humorous, it's mean. Heartless, actually, since he "pleaded" with you.

I sort of figured that if that was as strong as their relationship was, it should break up. I was glad to help.

Well, I guess that midwest gal was kind of dumb for not coming down there, finding out who did it, kicking your ass, and doing something bad to your ugly sedan. Then she could've called YOUR wife and told her that she was your pregnant girlfriend. So I guess you're right.

At least, that's the way things seem to be done done out West, since we can be just as "funny" as you were.

Just need to remember us Westerners first get mad....Then we get even and payback's are a real bitch baby!

That's right, DT! Maybe them midwesterners is kind of dim bulbs.

That's why I don't do bad or mean stuff, it comes back at 'cha 10x worse. Karma, Baby!

Hmmmm well don't read the blind date thread then....got a little cleanup to do there!!!!