It’s so ON.
24Aug07
Yesterday my boss put a remote controlled fart machine under my desk.
Should I break into his house, remove all his vacation photos from the frames, photoshop myself into the background, and put them all back and just wait for him to notice?
Or something simpler, like walking past with an envelope labed “DNA Test Results” and my name on it, dropping the envelope so papers, including a picture of his wife, fall out, gathering them quickly and refusing to to discuss it because it’s “confidential medical information?”
Or even sublter, like taking a picture of his dog and putting it in a frame on my desk?
Maybe I’ll just switch his computer with someone else’s.
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The detail guy put a stink bomb in his coworkers shirt and made it explode while he was still IN it. Just a thought.
*jots it down*
That’s good.
Oooh…he should know better. Clearly he is bored and needs some excitement in his life.
Clearly in some way it was a cry for help.
*Giggles* I bet he spends the better part of the week looking over his shoulder, waiting for your surprise. Maybe that would be the best gag to pull. Don’t do anything. Keep him waiting, in suspense., looking over his shoulder. Every time he walks past you, smile this really huge crazy smile, with wide open eyes, like, HA! Here it comes. But it never does. Or every time he walks past you, giggle and tell him you’re dying of curiosity to know if he’s come across the prank yet. Make him think there is something there that he hasn’t found yet. Ha!
Oooooooooo, and I AM good at the crazy eyes.