This isn't open only to workers, if you have a good practical joke story, share it.

So my sophomore year of college most of my friends rented a house with each other. There was this one guy we would always prank in some way.

One prank involved a time when he was out of the house grabbing food for a party. Knowing he wouldn't be in his room or at least on his bed until the wee hours of the morning, I decided it would be funny if we spread newspaper on his bed under his sheets and stuff his pillowcase with it.

So hours later, he gets trashed and decides to go to bed. Everyone "silently" crowds onto the stairs to whisper "Is he on his bed yet" to each other. (Drunk people...)

Of course, even though he is hammered, he shouts "what're you guys whispering about?" as he crashes onto his bed and we all hear the crinkle-crack of newspaper and he can only shout "oh" as he leaps up and tears off the sheet and pushes all the paper off his bed. Everyone loses it.

There was also a time this prank was replicated with the same results except instead of newspaper, there were toy cars, coathangers, and party favors from the dollar store.

There's a few that I can think of. I'll tell a rather tame one from Maine that alot of guys still talk about. This was in my short lived run in RPW due to a feud I was having with Legion Cage based on the fact that I was raised a Jehovah's Witness and he had sex with my sister which caused her to be disfellowshipped from the church which as a Jehovah's Witness meant I could no longer talk to her and she was kicked out of my house and I never saw her again. Obviously I placed the blame on the guy who slept with my sister and as luck would have it we ended up in the same small wrestling promotion in Bangor, ME.

My first day there I was with Adam Booker and Chris Venom we were introduced to Shawn "Davistation" Davis who came into the arena wearing an open button up shirt and a belt. Which of course we took as him being a total mark, and the open shirt made him look like a douche. Knowing nothing more about the guy other than the fact he came into the building wearing his belt I came up with a three stage plan to rib him which sadly only the first phase was completed. When he came to the show when he was saying his hellos I took his wrestling shoes and filled them to the brim with chocolate chips. I told Cameron Matthews to put them on top of the heater then we were going to put them outside to hopefully form a shoe shaped hershey's kiss stuck in his wrestling shoes. Cameron Matthews didn't get a chance to stick them on the heater but put them next to the heater which only melted the chocolate in the very tip of his shoe. When the shoes were placed back in his back and everyone is changing we hear in Davistation's distinct voice "What the hell?!?! Chocolate Chips!" Then he dumps the contents of his left shoe into the trash can which takes what seems to be five minutes. Then we hear "What kind of a mad-man fills a person's shoes with chocolate chips?" "It was kind of funny though, chocolate chips, how clever." Followed by "Oh What the F**K?" as he tried to put on his right shoe to find that too had been filled by chocolate chips.

Davistation came to the next show wearing his gear, which was unfortunate, the next phase involved mini-marshmellows which we would then rub the outside of his shoes to make fluff, and finally the third phase involved kitty litter and the entire lockerroom peeing in the shoes to make one solid clump of kitty litter in the shoes.

Speaking of pee, I hope to prod Mad Dog to tell a story of his rib that ends in a crowd chanting "Piss On You!!"

The funniest rib story I ever heard was pulled by Bob Evans where he got someone to fire up and jump out of the curtain before the crowd had entered the building, Bob if you can you have to tell that one.

I thought that was Chuck Palumbo, not LFC?

TimKilgore wrote:

There's a few that I can think of. I'll tell a rather tame one from Maine that alot of guys still talk about. This was in my short lived run in RPW due to a feud I was having with Legion Cage based on the fact that I was raised a Jehovah's Witness and he had sex with my sister which caused her to be disfellowshipped from the church which as a Jehovah's Witness meant I could no longer talk to her and she was kicked out of my house and I never saw her again. Obviously I placed the blame on the guy who slept with my sister and as luck would have it we ended up in the same small wrestling promotion in Bangor, ME. My first day there I was with Adam Booker and Chris Venom we were introduced to Shawn "Davistation" Davis who came into the arena wearing an open button up shirt and a belt. Which of course we took as him being a total mark, and the open shirt made him look like a douche. Knowing nothing more about the guy other than the fact he came into the building wearing his belt I came up with a three stage plan to rib him which sadly only the first phase was completed. When he came to the show when he was saying his hellos I took his wrestling shoes and filled them to the brim with chocolate chips. I told Cameron Matthews to put them on top of the heater then we were going to put them outside to hopefully form a shoe shaped hershey's kiss stuck in his wrestling shoes. Cameron Matthews didn't get a chance to stick them on the heater but put them next to the heater which only melted the chocolate in the very tip of his shoe. When the shoes were placed back in his back and everyone is changing we hear in Davistation's distinct voice "What the hell?!?! Chocolate Chips!" Then he dumps the contents of his left shoe into the trash can which takes what seems to be five minutes. Then we hear "What kind of a mad-man fills a person's shoes with chocolate chips?" "It was kind of funny though, chocolate chips, how clever." Followed by "Oh What the F**K?" as he tried to put on his right shoe to find that too had been filled by chocolate chips. Davistation came to the next show wearing his gear, which was unfortunate, the next phase involved mini-marshmellows which we would then rub the outside of his shoes to make fluff, and finally the third phase involved kitty litter and the entire lockerroom peeing in the shoes to make one solid clump of kitty litter in the shoes. Speaking of pee, I hope to prod Mad Dog to tell a story of his rib that ends in a crowd chanting "Piss On You!!" The funniest rib story I ever heard was pulled by Bob Evans where he got someone to fire up and jump out of the curtain before the crowd had entered the building, Bob if you can you have to tell that one.

OH, man, Tim chocolate chips and marshmellows? AWESOMELY CLASSIC! The pee though, that's pretty disgusting lol

In all fairness, I have to say over the last few months I was victim of a few pranks myself. They were very well done I have to say. Signs, lawn furnniture moved, food left. All if fun, but I'm glad it's over! LOL and let's just say I owe them one!

#1SpiderFan wrote:

Signs, lawn furnniture moved, food left. All if fun, but I'm glad it's over! LOL and let's just say I owe them one!

Haha. No, we don't want, and that dog picture owns.

GrayGhost wrote:

Haha. No, we don't want, and that dog picture owns.

Yeah, I agree I don't want any more pranks or ribs, trust me. I was just giving the people props for some good pranks pulled. Like I said, glad it's over. I like being on the other side of the prank, like I usually am used to being.

#1SpiderFan wrote:

I like being on the other side of the prank, like I usually am used to being.

I don't believe you.

No, we don't want this to turn into another thread bout that stuff. You made your prank post, now that hopefully is it.. I think thats what the dog was saying

enforcer wrote:

#1SpiderFan wrote: I like being on the other side of the prank, like I usually am used to being. I don't believe you.

Oh, trust me I am the queen of pranks. But I want to hear other peoples pranks. Some more wrestlers like the one Tim told us. Mav must have a bundle. Can't wait to hear them!

TimKilgore wrote:

Speaking of pee, I hope to prod Mad Dog to tell a story of his rib that ends in a crowd chanting "Piss On You!!"

Ask and ye shall receive.

In the earliest incarnation of Chaotic Wrestling, Chaotic World Wrestling a blend of a few trained wrestlers and a number of backyarders, they were doing shows at Bob's Bar & Grill in Bridgewater. Draven was working the show, on his birthday even, and I along with some of his friends and my wife went to watch the show. They serve alcohol at this venue, and Guinness on draft. Anyone who knows me knows that a good draft Guinness is like my favorite beer ever. So I am already drinking as the show is getting set up. A kid who was wrestling as Steve Taylor shows up saying he "has a new gimmick". He gets it on, and it is essentially a rip-off of what Draven was doing. (The promoter later even says "The Draven rip-off has been eliminated" in the battle royal). Anyhow, I can be relentless with my ribs when I want to. The kid leaves his spray bottle on a ledge near me so I take it and hide it, basically that being the extend of my creativity for the day and intoxication level. My wife, ever the antagonist, says "and now you pee in it right?", half in jest. Well half in jest or not.... you get the picture.

The bottle is put back neatly where it was left initially. We all sit in anticipation for him to spray himself with my urine and H2O combination. Steve Taylor swerves us making this even better. He walks up and proceeds to spray it directly in his mouth. Unaware of what he was doing, he walks away spraying himself with it. We are rolling in laughter and disgust at this point. The table of 8 or so of us wait for his match and start chanting "piss on you!" The other 30 or so people there take up on the chant and join us.

We yelled "Piss on You" at Steve for AGES.. I don't think he EVER found out why......

I've got a couple that I can share. One I'm not so proud of, and one I'm pretty proud of. Not sure if my words are strong enough to paint the proverbial picture for you guys, but here goes anyway.

The first one took place when I first took over booking Top Rope, then known as Yankee Pro Wrestling. As wrestling events sometime do, the only thing that was going right was that everything was going wrong. Anyway, I had a scheduled match for the Interstate Title, which was like the middleweight title. Last minute something came up and they guy that was holding it couldn't make the show and there was some question on whether or not he was ever going to be able to make another show. So I threw my hands up and decided "ok, we'll have a battle royal at the end of the night for the vacant title." So I was in a piss poor mood, trying to figure out who to put it on. I finally decided to put it on Gregory Edwards. So maybe 15 minutes later I got an idea. I went up to this kid that wrestled by the name Jailbreak, who everybody referred to as Jailbait. He was a nice enough kid, went to practice, the whole nine yards. His only downfall was probably that he was just awkward in the ring. Just a very awkward moving guy. He was the wrestling mark everybody kind of ribbed in some way or another. So I take Jailbait aside and I tell him "Hey buddy, I love your gimmick, tonight you're going over for the Interstate title and we're going to push you as the champion..." blah blah blah. Now he's very excited.

So the battle royal goes out and everybody does their thing and it comes down to Gregory Edwards and Jailbait. So there I am in the back watching the two go at it for real. And theres a couple guys there with me laughing our asses off because Edwards is kicking Jailbait as hard as he can, trying to get him out of the ring, and there's jailbait hanging on for dear life yelling "I'm going over, I'm going over." It was so funny at the time.

Of course now, looking back, I feel like a complete douchebag. Every time I see him I kind of feel bad. It was meant to be funny, and it definately was funny, but I hurt his feelings and that just wasn't right.


The other one was great, and this retelling will never do it justice. But whatever. So again, its about 3 years ago or so, and we're down in New Bedford and Brickhouse Baker is running training for Top Rope. There were a lot of people there that day. I particularly remember Nick Steel, Huey McGraw and Lexus were there along with a few others.

At this time there was a kid Jared who had just started. And this kid Jared, nobody really understood him. He was quiet, looked menacing. Not in a "I'm afraid he'll kick my ass" way, more in a "oh he gonna blow something up someday" type of menacing look. The thing with Jared was if people ragged on him, even playfully, he'd get upset. Or if he'd mess up a move, he'd get really angry and start kicking the bottom rope. Just real odd but wicked funny behavior. So this day I decided I was going to take full advantage of everybodys perception of Jared.

First I go up to Nick Steel and ask him if he has a knife, which of course he does, duh. And its not a little knife, shit was pretty big. So then I bring Jared into the bathroom during a break from practice and I explain to him that everybody thinks hes a nut and we should do x, y and z. So Jared agrees and the plan goes into effect.

A half hour later, Huey McGraw is ragging on the kid and everybodys kind of laughing and telling Huey in a polite but totally insincere way, to back off and stop. So Jared goes into one of these spots where you come off, duck clothesline and zappa zappa zappa, and screws up. Huey says something and finally Jared explodes. Vulgarities everywhere, screaming, telling everybody he hates them and is going to kill them and they're all going to pay and then he leaves. And of course the whole time people are trying to calm him down and Baker is trying to keep him from acting up, the whole nine yards. So he leaves for a good 2 minutes while everybody kind of makes sense of what just happened.

Then Jared storms back into the building with this large knife waving in the air yelling at everybody "So you think its funny. How funny is this" and all this stuff, screaming about how people shouldnt be making fun of him and how he's going to stab everybody. Now I'm on the side watching everybodys reaction and trying my best not to crack up. Baker kept trying to get closer to him, telling him "This isnt what you wanna do, your ruining your life," and I knew if Baker got real close to him, that kid Jared was gonna get messed up. But you could tell he was very anxious. Nobody knew what was going on and everybody was scared. Thye all stayed still, they didnt want to provoke this crazy bastard anymore than they already have. Lexus was in the back of the group and the look on her face was priceless. She was so scared, she was looking at me telling me to call 911. I think I let the rib go for about 2 or 3 minutes, not nearly enough time. So finally I started laughing and broke the tension and let everybody in on it. Baker thought it was funny, Lexus, I mean everybody laughed it off. It just worked perfectly because everybody believed that this kid was a nut.

Ah, the good ole days.

Mav had a trainee that wanted a rib war with me. I told him I would end in in under a day. He put salt and pepper around my gas tank. The next day, The Patriots won the spot to play in the AFC championship game. I went on craigslist and under the free category and put a listing saying "I have 5 pairs of Patriots tickets and I will give them away if you call me". I put the kids number on there. His voicemail filled up in under 5 minutes.

I was on a road trip with Cabana a few years ago. I was exhausted. I had worked my shoot job all day, drove he and Ego to Iowa from Chicago, set up the ring, and worked the show. I couldn't drive home safely. Cabana tell me to relax in the back seat and take a nap. I take my shoes off, get really comfortable and I strat relaxing and I fall asleep. I'm probably snoring and I'm almost positive I drooled. We get back to Cabana's place and he wakes me up. I put my shoes back on and I find out that they were filled with Artic Freeze Gatorade. I had to drive 2 hours barefoot. Ohhhhh Cabana

This was at a TV taping: in the building we had to change in the mens room. The mens room there was a single use room that had a door that opened outward. I got into my pimp costume and got out, Darkside went in after me and then myself and PC Fresh thought it would be funny to barricade him in there. We found a cynder block and put it in front of the door and he had a hell of a time getting it open. He swore revenge agaist me, but hasn't happened yet LOL!

I wrote Gay Pride on Steven Marriot's car in red lipstick at the Dover NH show. I also put Devil Dogs all over his car.

I hog tied Ian Rotten's son

I told Rocco Abruzzi he had a good match

eastman wrote:

I told Rocco Abruzzi he had a good match

eastman wrote:

Mav had a trainee that wanted a rib war with me. I told him I would end in in under a day. He put salt and pepper around my gas tank. The next day, The Patriots won the spot to play in the AFC championship game. I went on craigslist and under the free category and put a listing saying "I have 5 pairs of Patriots tickets and I will give them away if you call me". I put the kids number on there. His voicemail filled up in under 5 minutes. I was on a road trip with Cabana a few years ago. I was exhausted. I had worked my shoot job all day, drove he and Ego to Iowa from Chicago, set up the ring, and worked the show. I couldn't drive home safely. Cabana tell me to relax in the back seat and take a nap. I take my shoes off, get really comfortable and I strat relaxing and I fall asleep. I'm probably snoring and I'm almost positive I drooled. We get back to Cabana's place and he wakes me up. I put my shoes back on and I find out that they were filled with Artic Freeze Gatorade. I had to drive 2 hours barefoot. Ohhhhh Cabana

Not only was the Patriots rib great…no one deserved it more than Vic. He turned from 350 lbs of I'm gonna kick your ass to 350 lbs of busted labia in a “Rib War” was over in less than 24 hours. You kicked his ass completely, further enforcing my macho form of non sexual overtone man to man slap on the ass “good game” love for you.

I love ribs. I personally loved it when Ken Pheonix/Dyxstra paddle locked Flash MkKenna’s sneakers together by the loop in the back in Southbridge or when Jeff Costa and Rip Morrison told the Skunk they needed a piss sample for a drug test for the NH Athletic Commision and had to take a photo of him filling the jar for proof. I don’t think they always have to be negative though. In fact, I have a couple of ribs that were actually positive.

Turn Verien Hall (I used to call it the Ben Verien Hall or alternately, the Lead Paint Spectrum) in Holyoke, Ma
Maverick Wild, EWA Champion -v- "the Mighty Mini" Mark Borne

-I always thought this guy got the raw end of the stick. He worked hard and was pretty good, so I talked the promoter (Dr. Heresy) into putting him over for the title. Heresy and Mike Crockett (the Ref) were the only two in the know. I never told Mark he was going over. In fact, I talked to him a total of 45 seconds the entire night to tell him the one spot I wanted him to do. That is not unusual for me, BTW...I talk over very little of my matches, so that wouldn't seem out of the ordinary. Besides that, I just acted like I wanted to KILL someone all night. Pacing around, mumbling to myself, acting as off base as possible-not only could poor Mini not know he was going over, but he must have figured he was going to get his ass beat.

So we go about 12 minutes or so. I tore into him pretty good...but I always hit pretty hard. We go for the one thing I talked about-I go for a sunset flip off the top, he rolls through and grabs the Boston crab. We do it, he gets the crab on and waits for some type of counter or for me to get the ropes. Instead, much to his surprise, I submit. He must have stood in the middle of that ring with the most quizzical look on his face for about a minute until he figured out what happened.

I liked it so much a few years later in Claremont we had a battle royal to determine the first Granite State champion. Last three in were Heresy, Chase Del Monte and DJ Dave Baron. I had told Dave that Heresy was going to throw him out. Heresy and Del Monte had a whole different set of matching orders. They dropped Dave in the middle of the ring with something, then started fighting amongst themselves and both went out over the top, leaving Dave in the middle of the ring and the first Granite State champion.

Dave came to the back afterwards thinking he was about to get yelled at because he thought he had somehow fucked up.

Oddly enough, I don’t have that many ribs pulled on me. Of course, now that I’ve said that someone will go out of their way to make my life a living hell.

Mav

maddogms wrote:

TimKilgore wrote: Speaking of pee, I hope to prod Mad Dog to tell a story of his rib that ends in a crowd chanting "Piss On You!!" Ask and ye shall receive. In the earliest incarnation of Chaotic Wrestling, Chaotic World Wrestling a blend of a few trained wrestlers and a number of backyarders, they were doing shows at Bob's Bar & Grill in Bridgewater. Draven was working the show, on his birthday even, and I along with some of his friends and my wife went to watch the show. They serve alcohol at this venue, and Guinness on draft. Anyone who knows me knows that a good draft Guinness is like my favorite beer ever. So I am already drinking as the show is getting set up. A kid who was wrestling as Steve Taylor shows up saying he "has a new gimmick". He gets it on, and it is essentially a rip-off of what Draven was doing. (The promoter later even says "The Draven rip-off has been eliminated" in the battle royal). Anyhow, I can be relentless with my ribs when I want to. The kid leaves his spray bottle on a ledge near me so I take it and hide it, basically that being the extend of my creativity for the day and intoxication level. My wife, ever the antagonist, says "and now you pee in it right?", half in jest. Well half in jest or not.... you get the picture. The bottle is put back neatly where it was left initially. We all sit in anticipation for him to spray himself with my urine and H2O combination. Steve Taylor swerves us making this even better. He walks up and proceeds to spray it directly in his mouth. Unaware of what he was doing, he walks away spraying himself with it. We are rolling in laughter and disgust at this point. The table of 8 or so of us wait for his match and start chanting "piss on you!" The other 30 or so people there take up on the chant and join us. We yelled "Piss on You" at Steve for AGES.. I don't think he EVER found out why......

I hope he reads this and finds out now. It would be like Quagmire finding out Taylor Hanson is a guy.....minus the magazine covers.

It's reasons like this why I never left my camera in the back unattended around you.

...or when young Johnny Curtis left his mask sitting on a sink at a school we were at... Curtis was working as Sun Dragon at that time. Time is getting closer to the show and he can't find his hood. Draven, now in the role of instigator, says "Put "Hot Stuff" in it. Now Hot Stuff is that really strong smelling stuff some of the guys wear to give their skin color and to get a good pump before a show.

Curtis "finds" sid mask. Minutes later he is looking for us. His face is red and eyes are a bit puffy.


One of my favorites is CW Anderson putting 100 live crickets in one of his buddy's gear bags.

maddogms wrote:

...or when young Johnny Curtis left his mask sitting on a sink at a school we were at... Curtis was working as Sun Dragon at that time. Time is getting closer to the show and he can't find his hood. Draven, now in the role of instigator, says "Put "Hot Stuff" in it. Now Hot Stuff is that really strong smelling stuff some of the guys wear to give their skin color and to get a good pump before a show. Curtis "finds" sid mask. Minutes later he is looking for us. His face is red and eyes are a bit puffy. One of my favorites is CW Anderson putting 100 live crickets in one of his buddy's gear bags.

Did Curtis OVERSELL the "hot stuff" hehe. Man, I tell ya, I recall match w him and Krazy at the Shackles show, where you woulda thought his leg was dislocated in twenty places..hehe.

Anyways, these are really cool Ribs so far, I love the CW Anderson one. Mr Puppy.

maddogms wrote:

...or when young Johnny Curtis left his mask sitting on a sink at a school we were at... Curtis was working as Sun Dragon at that time. Time is getting closer to the show and he can't find his hood. Draven, now in the role of instigator, says "Put "Hot Stuff" in it. Now Hot Stuff is that really strong smelling stuff some of the guys wear to give their skin color and to get a good pump before a show. Curtis "finds" sid mask. Minutes later he is looking for us. His face is red and eyes are a bit puffy.

Was that at that outside show in Gray?

Guys not knowing they're going to win the title seems to be a recurring theme in wrestling ribs. When Ruy won the NCW title JC decided to not let him in on the fact he was going over. So we went through the match and I wanted to give Ruy the best match I possibly could so I have him taking out three guys on the outside of the ring in the match, punching me off a chair where I fly backwards over the top rope culminating in his finisher off the top rope. Of course I can't let him in on the fact he's winning so I came up with probably the cheesiest thing after that, "Super Ruination, I'll get my foot on the rope, clean sweep and that's the finish". Which the clean sweep I had pretty much been using as a transition and hadn't beaten anyone with it...well let's say a while. The rib somewhat backfired as Ruy was basically unmotivated the entire match, the funniest part of the whole story is the fact every single person in the lockerroom knew Ruy was winning the title but him.

I hope he doesn't mind me stepping on his toes a bit but the funniest rib stories I heard about were pulled by Bob Evans. The first one was at a small show, I'm pretty sure happened in the infamous Seekonk American Legion Hall. With this hall usually the guys change downstairs and they have to run out of the back of the bar, up some stairs and into the entrance way. This was how the rib was able to be pulled. It's an indy show so of course it's running late, the start time of 7:30 rolls around and no show start, 7:35 hits with the promoters waiting to even open the doors to let the crowd in and Bob goes over to I think it was Pacifico. So Bob gets his serious let's save the show voice on and tells Pacifico "OK look the crowd is out there and really restless. There's like 80-85 people out there it's a full house and they're having trouble with the music. I got them convinced to start without the music set up because if they don't start soon the crowd will be pissed and it will be harder to get them into later on. You're opening match, since you're the big baby you have to set the tone for the whole night, and it'll be even harder without music. So I need you to go out there and fire up like you've never fired up before, as loud as you can, really get the crowd into things, can you do that for me? Can you fire up hard?" So Bob pumps him up the entire way up the stairs to the entrance way and basically pushes him out of the curtain. Anyone who's seen Pacifico knows when he fires up, he REALLY fires up. So he jumps out of the curtain screaming at the top of his lungs and clapping scaring the living crap out of the only people in the hall, the girl doing merchandise and the ticket seller. They hadn't even opened the doors yet.

The next one I heard was pulled at the next show, the main event of the card was a real stinker. Stinker to the point where if I had a tape of the match coupled with the match I have of Ruy sh!tting himself I wouldn't need prozac pills ever. So the guys come downstairs blown up because for some reason whenever a match is bad it usually involves more work than a good match. Bob starts a full on slow clap mode. This forms to him standing and clapping, since he was the only one in the lockerroom who actually saw some of the match the rest of the lockerroom follows his lead. Slow clap leads to standing ovation from the entire lockerroom and the two wrestlers who previously thought it was a bad match (and rightfully so) now think they just had the second coming of Ricky Steamboat/Randy Savage at Wrestlemania III, in fact they might have just topped it.

The image of a guy jumping out of a curtain fired up to an empty hall, and a slow clap gradually reaching a standing ovation creciendo never fail to make me smile. Those are the ribs that I laugh at the most, although the Steve Taylor "Piss On You" story is funny as hell in the Tom Green gross out way.

The ribs I've seen in wrestling are pale in comparison to the ones I've seen on the roof.

-When I was very young working for my Pop's roofing company in the summer, there was this guy no one could stand who didn't show up for 3 days. He also left his toolbox on the roof. Everyone on a 6 man crew took every piss they had to take directly into that toolbox during that 3 day period.

-When guys weren't looking on the roof, we would screw thier tool boxes, lunch boxes, workboots, hard hats, etc to the metal roof deck and try to make it so the screws weren't easy to see. That way the victim would go to pick up the object, he'd look like an idiot.

-In roofing, there is a type of caulking called water block mastic. You could touch a small amount of this stuff on a wall, walk 20 feet and still be connected to the wall by strings of caulking. We regularly used to assault each other with this stuff by putting it under tool handles, door handles, equipment handles, inside the fingertips of gloves left unattended, underside of steering wheels, etc. I've seen guys use it around an entire driver's side door frame.

-I've also seen guys throw road kill (including skunks) into other guy's cars.

-The worst, and I don't know if it qualifies as a rib; We had a guy working for us commit suicide over a weekend. When you work with hot asphalt, you have a spare set of boots (called hot boots) just for the roof because they get loaded up with asphalt and are unwearable anywhere else. My dad showed up on the site the following Monday after the employee had offed himself...the assholes on the roof had made a noose and hung the guy's hot boots in a tree next to the roof. Absolutely heartless.