I've been on the receiving end of many pranks and jokes. My foreman and journeyman love to mess with me. My lunch box is actually a "stunt box". Let me think now: It's been buried by a back hoe, run over by a backhoe, drug behind a pick-up down the shoulder of the highway, had a belt of firecrackers and a "100 missile salute" detonated inside of it, dropped from 50' in the air, submerged in the river, filled with garbage, was used to store a dirty diaper found on the side of the road, and mauled with a 15" cresent wrench. Nothing beats an Igloo Playmate.