Oh yes
A couple of classics, the first from sixth form:

* I had the misfortune of being 'friends' with a chav girl at my school who was every man's fantasy (or so it seemed - (bleach) blonde, skinny, long legs, with the personality of a piece of furry Blu-tack). One night I found out she disapproved of my lifestyle (it being the opposite of 'go out on the pull and shag anything with a pulse'). Nonetheless, I went round to hers one evening when she asked me. She told me she was going out with her 'boyfriend' of the time that night and was in the middle of making her dinner. She asked me to keep an eye on the spaghetti sauce while she went upstairs to choose a thong/micromini combination.
Spaghetti sauce, you say? I quickly chopped up another couple of garlic cloves and put them in the sauce.
When she came back down I excused myself to go to the toilet, and while I was up there, hid every toothbrush her family owned under the woolly-bog-roll-thingy. Then made my excuses and left.
I understand she didn't achieve her objectives that night.

* The second was on the school business teacher, who liked to think he was on the same level as his students. He used to run a sixth form quiz at Christmas, basically consisting of testing us on every scandal that had happened in the last twelve months. In lower sixth he got me and got me good, and I was not happy.
This man happened to be a staunch Arsenal supporter, whereas one of my friends was a Spurs fan. We concocted a scheme of stealing his beloved Arsenal doll (Gunner) and replacing it wearing a Tottenham kit specially designed for it. And putting a huge picture of Teddy Sheingham scoring his 200th goal for Spurs on his noticeboard.

I'm told the roar as he entered the staff room to blame my Latin teacher (also a rabid Spurs fan, who knew what we were doing) was very satisfying.

No apologies for length, girth or unusual discoloration.
( Maladicta, Fri 6 May 2005, 1:32, Reply)