I once worked for an international radio network. After our barkada of broadcasters and writers finished eating a spiced eggplant salad as a peace offering by one of the announcers, we decided to get really wild and freaky that night in the radio compound.

Here are some of the pranks we did:

One of the female newscasters danced on top one of the expensive studio consoles. The technicians and engineers were not amused.

We distracted several foreign announcers (a Scott, a Brit and a Kiwi) while they were reading some serious news for audiences across Asia.

We harassed a couple of our own local newscasters while they were doing the evening news.

Despite the mess we made, we were never cited or disciplined – makes you wonder how office pixies like us get away with crimes like that, while you get a pink slip for coming late once, huh?