Ah, student days...
First year at Uni, in halls. We thought it'd be funny to fake up an "official" announcement telling everyone to take down their curtains for washing -- a stupid job that took bloody ages to do. Only three or four people fell for it, but we then made the mistake of posting another, obviously fake message crowing about our jape -- and got caught in the act. Anyway one particularly humourless cow got her revenge by filling a milk carton with ketchup, brown sauce, vinegar, salt etc., poking the pointy end under my mate's door and stamping on it. Jebus, the smell! And the stain never came out of the carpet, either.

That didn't learn us at all, we carried on being smart-arse wankers for years after.

Then there was this guy who had no friends and kept trying to hang around with us. He was a very heavy sleeper, who never locked his door. So one night we went into his room after he was asleep and took everything, including the duvet he was sleeping under. Funniest was when he stormed into my room the next day to demand his stuff back, stood there ranting and raving as I professed my innocence and then he stomped off -- all the while he was oblivious to the pile of his belongings stacked up right behind the door. So we went back the next night and turned everything in his room upside-down.

OK so that wasn't really revenge, more victimisation. He did stop bothering us eventually, so lesson learned for him I suppose.

Oh yeah, and also there was the pompous, arrogant arse down the hall who made a point of walking into your room without knocking first. So we waited until we could hear the sounds of rumpo between him and his stuck-up tart of a girlfriend coming from his room, and walked in -- five of us -- and just stood there watching. Stone me, the look on their faces was priceless.

Happy days!
( reallywittyname veraciously conspues lexiphanicism on, Wed 2 May 2007, 10:20, Reply)