falling
At uni, we lived in halls which was basically a high rise tower. Every floor was identical and every room on each floor matched the one above and below in every way bar decor.

We had friends on the ground floor and the 8th floor and their rooms were in the same location relative to the floor layouts, ie identical shape, size and location. A plan was hatched.

We arranged with mutual friends for the ground floor friend to be taken out on the piss. Whilst they were out we swapped every bit of furniture and decoration between his room and the equivalent room on the 8th floor.

Ground floor guy back came back, rendered useless, and propped up by our co-conspirators. We met them outside and took him into the lift and went up and down a bit so he lost his bearings and couldnt tell what floor he was on. We got to the 8th floor and told him it was the ground floor and pushed him into his flat. We joined him and made some drinks, had a smoke etc, he had no idea he was on the 8th floor and hadnt looked out the window. If he had been asked, somewhere in his alcohol addled unconscious would have been able to tell us that he was on the ground floor in his room. Our dramatic removal/swap had worked.

Suddenly, after a few conspiratorial nods, We opened the big window, grabbed him and forced him on to the windowsill. He was confused but laughing along with us, we were struggling to contain our mirth, he knew that he would just fall back about a metre. We pushed harder.

I like to think that on the way down he realised what we had done and found it funny. In retrospect, it probably wasnt. We all agreed later that for quite an amusing prank, the cost of having to see a good mate forever a paraplegic in a wheelchair being fed by others for the rest of his life and pissing into a bag was high. Did he find it funny? We dont know. To be honest, communication hasn't been his strong point recently, he kind of became a bit distant after we left Uni a few years later. Still, good times... good times.
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Thu 13 Dec 2007, 19:31, 1 reply)

Heh.
Nice twist on an old story.

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( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 13 Dec 2007, 19:37, closed)