He must have been I would have laughed if I saw that in a toilet bowl.

 

Even though he didn't enjoy it, I think it looks great

 

Me too. We were never ready for Christa to move out. It still isn't sitting well, 8 months later, but it's especially hard for Andy.

 

About 20 years ago a co-worker, (department secretary) decorated the office for easter, complete with an easter basket and egges on the cabinet behind her desk. Well, as Easter approached, I and the other staking engineers began advising her to move that basket away from the heat or the eggs would hatch into a batch of easter bunnies. Well, I got the bright idea of getting a real live , just weined from its mother bunny. I arrived early to work, replaced the egges in the basket with the bunny and waited for the fun to begin.

When she arrived, she started to hang her coat up on the coat rack behind her desk, saw the rabbit and got so far as to say "Ah, look at the cute little stuffed ......" and at that point the rabbit, which had been sitting there dead still turned its head and blinked at her. She dropped her coat - shreiked, and backed out of the room, shreiking all the way. "It's alive! It's alive!" A little like a bad scene from a Frankenstien movie.

By the end of the morning she had got use to her new friend and had adopted it by the end of the day. It was a little hard to tell her that I had to return it to its owner, but she could pick it up in the supermarket in 8 to 10 weeks.

 

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I worked at an insurance claims office. Practical jokes were common. Here are a few.

One of the guys took a small tape recorder. He left it on so it would record "dead air". Then he added a few phrases here and there. He then placed in in the filing cabinets in the front of the room.

While we were filing, we heard "Let me out." Then something else, then another pause, then another phrase. We finally realized where it was coming from. Gave us a good laugh.

Another time the guys placed a pair of men's boots in the stall of the ladies room. They positioned them with pants around the bottom, so it would look like someone was sitting on the toilet. We had no clue as to what was going on. When he heard us talking about a guy in the ladies room that had been in there a long time I thought he was going to die laughing.

We got even. We put a bar of soap in the mens' room. The soap was supposed to turn your hands a blue color when it was used. We wanted to know just who did and didn't wash their hands after using the rest room. Not one of them was coming out of there with blue hands. When we called them on it, a few claimed they only rinsed after using the facility, and one or two may have mentioned that their mom's taught them not to pee on their hands.

 

What the.... DOUG!!!!!!!!!




Okay that was a good one....

 

When I worked for General Dynamics in 1981, male sexism was alive and accepted. We had open cubicles with a walkway down the middle. There was a guy in a girlfriend's cubicle with a Playboy calendar up on his wall. She asked him to take it down and he wouldn't so I bought a Playgirl magazine and we cut out the mens' privates and stuck them on his calendar, over the female privates. He didn't take it down but it made us feel better.