We used to do the Saran-Wrap-on-the-toilet-bowl trick at the store I worked, usually to the bosses. We got the bosses' wife once or twice (she was cool as hell, she'd just get us back). The best was her husband, though; we'd do it right before we left for the night, so when he went to take a leak, half-asleep at 5:00 in the morning, he wouldn't notice. We'd see it crumpled up, wet, in the trash can the next day, and of course he was too embarrased to say anything about it.
Or, we'd just fill the bathroom completely with milk crates. Anything to f*ck with him.
Or, we'd just fill the bathroom completely with milk crates. Anything to f*ck with him.