The door of lard
On the last night of living in a shithole of a student dive in Leeds, we bricked up our fat, lazy flatmate's door with about £30 worth of lard.
Then, we got a paint stripper (don't ask me why a bunch of students had access to such things) and set to very low, gradually melted the lard slightly so all the packets merged into each other.
The result: our flatmate woke up, hungover to buggery, opened his door and had to dig his way through a wall of lard before he could break all the plates and glasses he could find in the kitchen out of angry-toddler frustration.
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Wed 22 Oct 2003, 12:20,
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Then, we got a paint stripper (don't ask me why a bunch of students had access to such things) and set to very low, gradually melted the lard slightly so all the packets merged into each other.
The result: our flatmate woke up, hungover to buggery, opened his door and had to dig his way through a wall of lard before he could break all the plates and glasses he could find in the kitchen out of angry-toddler frustration.