Pranks and Conversations.

Back in November, Karen and I stole Nicholas Chay’s iPad. From changing all of his folder’s names to locking up his iPad in the cabinet (he used that app finder to locate it), he eventually took his revenge:

He renamed my folders on my external harddisc. Thanks. 8 months later, I’m finally reformatting . And I DID NOT KNOW it takes ages.

It’s a Sunday. I’m in the office. It’s not even quarter way done. Fantastic.

On the way to the office earlier, there’s this Nando’s advertisement that reads:

[Pic Source]

Apparently ayam means prostitutes, and that particular area is well known for its selection. So Nandos, took advantage of the situation. Think their ads are brilliant. Each time we pass by this advertisement, Nic will find it extremely amusing. Like a kid to a puppet show.

I asked him “Think I could be one of those?”

He repied “Then I can be your PIMP”

I said “No! I don’t want you as my PIMP”

Very insulted, he said “Why not??? I could sell you know.”

Haha, no shit Sherlock. What do you do for a living again?

He went on bugging why don’t I want him as my PIMP. And he was genuinely insulted.

One of the most ridiculous conversations I’ve ever had.

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Safe to say:

That I may be a tad of a monkey. But you know, we are so stressed up and when we do have the time or sometimes we make time to loosen up a little. My usual nonsense would be blogging about my colleagues. Or throwing up a picture on Facebook with a comment and tagging everyone.

But this time, I may have went slightly further. XD
I must say it was incredibly fun. My heart was pounding, seriously!

I was inspired by this:


Then I saw a bored minion doing this:

And this happened: Pranks at the orange office. Please see Case Study 2.

Please note that KAREN MAYER WAS THE MAIN ACCOMPLICE!


Yay! Totally happy. Anyway my usual browse took me to this article/joke/prank. Do enjoy (Long, but worth EVERY bit):

When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don’t take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don’t know.I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I’d forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.

A man answered, saying “Hello.”I politely said, “This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?”Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear “Get the right f***ing number!” and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn’t believe that anyone could be so rude .

When I tracked down Robyn’s correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.After hanging up with her, I decided to call the ‘wrong’ number again.When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled “You’re an asshole!” and hung up.

I wrote his number down with the word ‘asshole’ next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I’d call him up and yell, “You’re an asshole!” It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic ‘asshole’ calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, “Hi,this is John Smith from the telephone company. I’m calling to see if you’re familiar with our Caller ID Program?”He yelled “NO!” and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, “That’s because you’re an asshole!” and hung up.

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking Spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I’d been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a “For Sale” sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number. A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had is number on speed dial,) I thought that I’d better call the BMW asshole, too.

I said, “Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?”He said, “Yes, it is.” I asked, “Can you tell me where I can see it?” He said, “Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax. It’s a yellow ranch, and the car’s parked right out in front.”

I asked, “What’s your name?” He said, “My name is Don Hansen,” I asked, “When’s a good time to catch you, Don?” He said, “I’m home every evening after five.”

I said, “Listen, Don, can I tell you something?”

He said, “Yes?”

I said, “Don, you’re an asshole!”

Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.

Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call.

Then I came up with an idea. I called asshole #1. He said, “Hello.” I said, “You’re an asshole!” (But I didn’t hang up.) He asked, “Are you still there?” I said, “Yeah,” He screamed, “Stop calling me,” I said, “Make me,” He asked, “Who are you?” I said, “My name is Don Hansen.” He said, “Yeah? Where do you live?” I said, “Asshole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, a yellow ranch, I have a black Beamer parked in front.” He said, “I’m coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers.” I said, “Yeah, like I’m really scared, asshole,” and hung up.

Then I called Asshole #2. He said, “Hello?” I said, “Hello, asshole,” He yelled, “If I ever find out who you are…” I said, “You’ll what?” He exclaimed, “I’ll kick your ass,” I answered, “Well, asshole, here’s your chance. I’m coming over right now.”

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.

Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd. in Fairfax.

I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax. I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.

NOW I feel much better. Anger management really does work.


Happy Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MANGO MARGARITAS HERE I COME~~~

Opps……….  I meant..

MANGO MARGARITASSSS HERE I COME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tweetjacking.

Hi readers! You know how you’ve heard of the fun at the orange office? Well, here’s a little peek of it.
“Fine print”: No, I don’t really head the ‘tweetjacks + pranks’.

Here at the Nuffnang/orange office, we constantly leave our comps unattended and unlocked. We did finally learnt not to do it, after a year. But anyhow, that is when we started this trend called “Tweetjacking”.  Alright, someone searched ‘How to tweetjack’. Let me guide you through the process.

First, you head to an unattended computer or phone, usually their Facebook/Twitter/MSN is left wide open. And………………………… all you’ve got to do is:

For Twitter (the origins of Tweetjacking) –

Amateur version: Engage conversation. Example: WTHELL! Did you guys noticed the black moon last night? Real examples: Tweetjack post

Professional version: Change the damn username.

For Facebook –

Amateur version: Status jack. Write something silly like:

Professional version: Go into Account Settings and switch their name (and political view).

And while you’re at it, change their picture and like ridiculous pages.

But when you are SUPER PRO: You could do a group thing:


For MSN –

Amateur version: Change username + status.

Professional version: GROUP SPAM CONFUSION! Same name, picture and font.

Target ONE

Target TWO

Good luck!!!!!!

#TBD.

Hello…………………………………. We love you. We miss you.

This tutorial is specially for you. To see what we’ve been up to.

TBD Tutorial Step One:

TBD Tutorial Step 2:

TBD Tutorial Step 3:

Please Read bottoms up for chronological order, okay TBD, just incase you don’t know how twitter works.

Love love, This is TBD:


NicChay.

Today, I shall prove to all of you out there that, sometimes, my monkey methods are really just called for.

See these are all not my doings:



Now… THESE are my doings:

But all in all, who get to blog about their boss and not be penalised for it?
Or disturb their boss and not be sun to dry like the smelly but yummy cuttlefish?

To get over Monday blues, sometimes we rename ourselves over Windows Live Messenger, just to screw with the person’s brain. Like on this particular Monday we named ourselves ‘Hag’ and change to ‘Kirsten’ and also to ‘Olive’. And:

It is the 28th of December. Somewhere in err Unknown Hup Seng Land, NicChay is asleep.

Because it is his birthday.

And he gets to sleep.

Happy Birthday NicChay.

It is true when we say men age like wine:

THEN.

NOW.

And his favourite song is Bleeding Love.

But now it is Fireworks.

=D