Cider
So many stories that begin with variations on "When I was at uni...". Ah well, here's another one.

It's probably fair to say that if you fill one floor of a halls of residence with all first year male students, you'll quickly end up with an anarchic testosterone-fuelled environment where the chief priorities of the residents are drinking, avoiding working and almost constant practical jokes.

We conformed to this theory perfectly, and during one particular evening where we were engaged in all three of these activities; Baz, a cider drinker (names have been changed), foolishly decided to leave his drink unattended whist he visited the gents. Seizing this golden opportunity, Rob emptied a bit out of Baz's glass and topped it up with his own golden brew.

Baz returned, and after only a few mouthfuls figured out that something was not right with his drink. Unable to contain his mirth, Rob fessed up.

However, Rob immediately began to regret it - Baz's ingenuity when is came to revenge was well-known, and as the evening progressed so Rob's paranoia grew.

Finally the anxiety was too much - Rob offered Baz his sincere apologies (resulting in much mockery from all those present), but didn't stop there - he insisted that as an act of penance, Baz fill a pint glass with his own piss, which Rob promptly downed.
(Photon wasting your time since, Fri 19 Sep 2008, 0:46, Reply)