I think this is going too far.
There used to be a great pub in Cambridge which hosted rock bands and the like. The landlord some years back was a real hard case who would play jokes on anyone who drank themselves to sleep in the bar. He would do all the usual stuff like shaving eyebrows, supergluing thumbs to foreheads and once a cock to a thigh.

On one occasion a guy was knocking back the shorts like there was no tomorrow and passed out on the table. His trousers were lowered followed by his boxers and a condom with some shampoo put in it was poked up his arse with a back of a spoon and a card was gaffa-taped to his chest with, "While you were asleep, you were gang bummed".

When this poor unfortunate soul awoke he noticed his trousers and pants were around his ankles. It was when he stooped down quickly to pull them up, as we had all began cheering, and he was clearly a tad embarrased, he felt something odd and paused for a second before pulling them up completely and making a swift exit for the bog. Everyone in the bar was, by now, collapsing in tears of laughter. A few moments went by and he returned, minus the sign and fully dressed. You could see he was really holding back real tears and he just walked through the bar, shouted "BASTARDS!", and disappeared through the door. Now, in my opinion, that really is going far too far. He hadn't even paid his tab.
( Captn Hood-Butter is not dead yet., Thu 16 Nov 2006, 21:35, Reply)