Not souvenirs, more gifts.
When I was in my third year at university a few of us got together for a houseshare. We were good friends but none of us had lived together before. One of my new housemates, Tom, had always seemed like a lovely guy, albeit a bit of a drinker who never seemed to build up any tolerance to alcohol no matter how often he got bladdered. We also soon realised that Tom had disgusting habits, was lazy and generally an inconsiderate person to live with. As such a bit of a rift developed between him and the rest of us. Meanwhile he'd get pissed every single night, drunkenly trash the place, try and make some food and all but burn down the kitchen, and never ever apologise or clean up after himself.

One night the rest of us were relaxing with a few drinks and a few movies. Tom came home drunk, caused his usual chaos then promptly passed out in an armchair. We decided to have a bit of a laugh with his comatose state. Nothing nasty. Just a bit of harmless messing around. We put shaving foam on his head and stuck balloons to it like Mickey Mouse ears. We then proceeded to decorate him with empty beercans, gaffer tape, a feather boa and whatever else we could find. We also had, from a recent night out of our own, a "Caution: Men at work"-type sign nicked from a building site. It had been shoved behind a sofa and Tom had probably never even seen it. We dragged it out and put it in front of him as a finishing touch.

Him the next morning: "Ahh talk about a mad night out! You'll never guess what I woke up with!"
( Photoshop Bitch 2014 edition, Sun 29 Apr 2012, 14:29, 3 replies)

Students are well funny.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Sun 29 Apr 2012, 19:41, closed)

Most of the people in that story weren't students

( Photoshop Bitch 2014 edition, Sun 29 Apr 2012, 19:51, closed)

Then what's their excuse for being such tragic twats?

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Mon 30 Apr 2012, 19:23, closed)