Not me, but I was there, honest...
Whilst a student, I was out drinking with friends. Oddly enough. We were but first years at the time, newly away from the parentals and exploring the limits of our new-found freedom. Well, *they* were, anyway. I'd done all of that since turning 18-looking at school. Who'd have thought that being eyewateringly ugly had its benefits, eh?

Anyhoo, one of our number (we'll call him M, 'cause I can't remember his name) decided that he wanted a couple of pint glasses from the student bar that we were currently drinking in. He offered his mate (K, same reason) a can of lager for every glass he managed to 'liberate'. This was on the basis that K was wearing his new Columbine coat, and so had plenty of hiding space. K agreed, and promised to swipe all the ones we could empty. We got stuck in with a will, and soon had about fifteen empties hidden under our table. Then, given the amount of beer monstering, someone drunkenly suggested that the number of tinnies should be doubled if he could get them out on his head. Stupidly, M agreed.

Come the end of the night, they called last orders. By this time they were down to plastic glasses, so we decided to leave then, and miss the rush. K calmly started stacking glasses together, dumped the whole lot into a jar with a handle that someone's pint had arrived in, slapped the whole lot on his head, and made for the door. We all thought 'No way!'. At the door, K dropped to his knees, and shuffled out of the bar, with fifteen pint glasses (or so) on his head. Past the doorman, who wished him a cheery good night, and into a cold and unfriendly evening. Once outside, K stood up again, and graciously accepted a huge round of applause from those assembled.

We lurched drunkenly back to M's student house. On counting the glasses, M realised he owed K thirty-two cans of lager. K was overjoyed. M was less so.

I believe that M eventually paid up, through the device of telling his parents that he'd had an accident and needed to pay for repairs... Nice one.
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 20:53, 3 replies)

In first year I regulary stole glasses at closing.
But only If they still had booze in them. Nothing like a walk home with a nice pint.
( Slippery Mick ‏, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 21:18, closed)

There was a pub in Edinburgh
The Southern Bar, if memory serves, got so sick of students swiping their glasses that they put up signs saying "Don't be an ass, leave the glass"
(lolwhites, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 21:42, closed)

I must confess
I found that whole story remarkably difficult to follow.
(Captain Skippy pooed in a bag and left it on your doorstep, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 21:54, closed)