(rsoles reminded me of this) My housemates
in my second year of uni were three girls and three boys, and for the first time in my entire life (no, really) we had Sky. After about a week, the boys knew exactly when all the freeviews on the pr0n channels were, and so it wasn't uncommon for us girls to be innocently watching Friends or America's Next Top Model or something to be confronted with

"This programme is about to start:
10.05 The Ten Minute Freeview
Playboy Channel".

We also had freeviews on Gay TV, and it was from this that one of my housemates came up with the greatest prank known to man.

A week later, our TA-member, love rat (and very, very straight - I once walked in on him watching grot on his laptop and the experience has stayed with me) housemate Kiran gets a letter from Gay TV thanking him for his subscription and asking him to verify his details by calling an 0900 number. Kiran, in spite of being an extremely bright maths student, falls for this hook line and sinker for about three weeks, when he was considering legal action for ID theft. I've never heard someone called a cranberry (in noun, verb and adjective forms) so many times in my life.

Also around this time I came home to find most of my housemates sitting on the stairs, coating unused tampons in fake blood to stick to another housemate's door. I think only dogs heard Rich scream that day.
( Maladicta, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 14:19, 1 reply)

Tampons...
In our first year, the Uni gave out welcome packs -- they were the same for everyone except the boys' had condoms and the girls' had tampons. Of course my hilarious (male) friends deliberately grabbed the the latter, then we had endless fun dropping the tampons into peoples' drinks. Stone me, those things expand like you wouldn't believe...
( reallywittyname veraciously conspues lexiphanicism on, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 14:30, closed)