During the absence of a flatmate
We went to the pub the night before he was due back, had a few and suddenly it seemed as though it'd be the heigh of hilarity to collect all the crap we could on the way home and *dump it all in his room* as a lovely homecoming present.

We then bent all our alcohol-addled brains to the task of finding unusual and amusing things that we could steal. The eventual hall included, as well as all the usual suspects, a functioning set of temporary traffic lights, A stand for free newspapers (with newspapers included) and a door. We had to lever the lock off his room with a screwdriver in order to get this stuff in but it seemed worthwhile. So we dumped it everywhere, the free newspaper making a particularly impressive mess as they scattered all over his furniture and belongings.

The next morning we awoke, beset by hangovers. Over breakfast we barely looked at one another such was the shame of the deed we had committed. And silently, rubbed by guilt, we collectively decided to clean up. In spite of throbbing heads and nauseous bellies we cleaned that room: put the bigger items of the balcony, threw the trash away, laundered his bedsheets, hoovered the floor, did our best to repair his splintered door.

And so he arrived home, not a mess, but to the cleanest room in the entire house and a bunch of sheepish and extremely ill flatmates.
(MattDP (Squiggle), Fri 27 Apr 2012, 15:02, Reply)