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..BROOOOO
Monkeylegend said:
glenrobbo said:
How about locking the f
g lockers?Leave one locker unlocked.
Filled to the brim with custard.
Or tinned tuna fish juice & solvite.
Edited by glenrobbo on Tuesday 3rd March 14:16
Slightly OT , or perhaps ompletely OTT ?
Many years ago , at an engineering establishment in a far away galaxy, we had a few problems with a particular prankster on the nightshift, so many practical jokes it became tiresome.
When he was temporarily put on to the dayshift, it was decided by all that it was payback time.
His locker was emptied, and the complete interior was painted pink with yellow spots ( Mr. Blobby style ), as were his workboots. His laces were tied in many very tight compound knots.
His overalls arms and legs were sewn up tightly, the pockets were crammed with every old fag-end we could find around the factory and then the overalls were hung back in the locker.
His tea mug was filled with paint, then zip-tied by the handle to the locker ventilation louvre adjacent to the top shelf, and somebody placed a stack of gay porn mags on the shelf ( a bit worrying, but what the heck ) with lots of powdered chalk between them.
His other locker contents were all subject to similar imaginative treatments.
Plus a few handy extras were added.
His toolbox, which he usually hid away to prevent anyone tampering with it, was located after a diligent search, then carefully welded shut so the cantilever compartments wouldn't open, painted in the team Blobby colours, then it was hoisted onto the roof of the inspection office, where it was brightly illuminated by two huge swivel lamps, so it could be seen from the distant far end of the factory by just about everybody. Oh, and the handles of his toolbox integrated trolley were liberally coated in engineer's blue.
The net result of our concerted teamwork was satisfying to day the least.
At the end of our productive night's labours, as we were leaving, he was just going in unsuspectingly.
In the car park, it took but seconds to remove his car's hub caps and insert a few pebbles &/or a bit of gravel in each one.
He was VERY well behaved from that day onwards.
This was a true story. No wonder continental engineering companies cannot compete with good old British ingenuity. They have absolutely no imagination.
Many years ago , at an engineering establishment in a far away galaxy, we had a few problems with a particular prankster on the nightshift, so many practical jokes it became tiresome.
When he was temporarily put on to the dayshift, it was decided by all that it was payback time.
His locker was emptied, and the complete interior was painted pink with yellow spots ( Mr. Blobby style ), as were his workboots. His laces were tied in many very tight compound knots.
His overalls arms and legs were sewn up tightly, the pockets were crammed with every old fag-end we could find around the factory and then the overalls were hung back in the locker.
His tea mug was filled with paint, then zip-tied by the handle to the locker ventilation louvre adjacent to the top shelf, and somebody placed a stack of gay porn mags on the shelf ( a bit worrying, but what the heck ) with lots of powdered chalk between them.
His other locker contents were all subject to similar imaginative treatments.
Plus a few handy extras were added.
His toolbox, which he usually hid away to prevent anyone tampering with it, was located after a diligent search, then carefully welded shut so the cantilever compartments wouldn't open, painted in the team Blobby colours, then it was hoisted onto the roof of the inspection office, where it was brightly illuminated by two huge swivel lamps, so it could be seen from the distant far end of the factory by just about everybody. Oh, and the handles of his toolbox integrated trolley were liberally coated in engineer's blue.
The net result of our concerted teamwork was satisfying to day the least.
At the end of our productive night's labours, as we were leaving, he was just going in unsuspectingly.
In the car park, it took but seconds to remove his car's hub caps and insert a few pebbles &/or a bit of gravel in each one.
He was VERY well behaved from that day onwards.
This was a true story. No wonder continental engineering companies cannot compete with good old British ingenuity. They have absolutely no imagination.
Edited by glenrobbo on Tuesday 3rd March 15:16
gtidriver said:
I'm trying to get my sister to bring me back the dynamite clock from America. I'm sure nothing could go wrong with bringing it back in her hand luggage.
25 quid on ebay.http://www.ebay.co.uk/sch/i.html?_from=R40&_tr...
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