Floppy_D
I am the hunted
Off the top of my head, from my DDG days,
Find someone you don't like, go to their rack, and put non-skid strips where their elbows and knees will rub, and the glow-in-the-dark-egress-route tape everywhere else.
We made a 4 foot by 6 foot latticework of masking tape, sticky side up on the deck. Then we pulled all of the dick pictures out of our old porn mag stash, and filled it in. THEN, we taped it to the inside of my LPO's rack. He left it until a female CDO discovered a few days later.
Someone sprayed OC on the XO's doorknob (youch).
I grabbed our OS1(Chief Select)'s "initiation box" out of a locked room via fanroom access, and ran it up a halyard. THEN, I told the OSC where I saw it.
On a long underway, some helo guys felt bad for us not having an airwing, so they brought us a live bantam rooster. It lived on the bridge and when it crowed in the morning, they put it on the 1MC. We sent back a box of fried chicken bones during the next UNREP.
I had a buddy who was always came back snot-slinging drunk, every night. He had a real crappy uniform, too. One night I ironed and starched his stuff, and shined the hell out of his ratty boots. He couldn't figure out how they got that way, and I convinced him that he came in, did the work himself, and went to bed. He sobered up for a week or so.
A long carriage bolt and a wingnut will make someone wonder why they can't open their coffin locker.
Scan a POD, photoshop your buddy's name in for DRB/XOI/Mast, and then pass it around.
Find someone you don't like, go to their rack, and put non-skid strips where their elbows and knees will rub, and the glow-in-the-dark-egress-route tape everywhere else.
We made a 4 foot by 6 foot latticework of masking tape, sticky side up on the deck. Then we pulled all of the dick pictures out of our old porn mag stash, and filled it in. THEN, we taped it to the inside of my LPO's rack. He left it until a female CDO discovered a few days later.
Someone sprayed OC on the XO's doorknob (youch).
I grabbed our OS1(Chief Select)'s "initiation box" out of a locked room via fanroom access, and ran it up a halyard. THEN, I told the OSC where I saw it.
On a long underway, some helo guys felt bad for us not having an airwing, so they brought us a live bantam rooster. It lived on the bridge and when it crowed in the morning, they put it on the 1MC. We sent back a box of fried chicken bones during the next UNREP.
I had a buddy who was always came back snot-slinging drunk, every night. He had a real crappy uniform, too. One night I ironed and starched his stuff, and shined the hell out of his ratty boots. He couldn't figure out how they got that way, and I convinced him that he came in, did the work himself, and went to bed. He sobered up for a week or so.
A long carriage bolt and a wingnut will make someone wonder why they can't open their coffin locker.
Scan a POD, photoshop your buddy's name in for DRB/XOI/Mast, and then pass it around.