The flat we shared while at college was above a hairdressers
They didn't like us and as they had a spare key they would often use it to enter, come up the stairs and ask us to turn down the music. One of the was called Jolene, so when THEY made too much noise we put on the Dolly Parton song and stamped our way though the chorus singing 'Jolene, Jolene...@ anyhoo
One night one of the house mates had decided to drop out and so we had a big piss up to see him off. After way too many, and some serious bonging, one of the number opened the corner window (the one above the entrance to the hairdressers) and speweed his ring, this led to another one joining in and there were two lads fighting for space hurling potnoodles and cheap beer onto the small awning that supposedly sheltered those entering the shop below lookng to get a blue rinse.
So the morning comes around and the hairdressers downstairs turn up for work and notice a stinking dripping mess covering the step outside their door. They were banging on our door for a good five minutes before I opened my window to see what the noise was and was told to 'get down here and clear up this mess'. Well, it wasn't my room and wasn't my sick so I woke up the fat ginger bloke whose window had been used as a toilet and told him about the problem. He went and filled a bucket with hot water, opened the window, threw out the water and went back to bed.
They really didn't like us much at the hairdressers.
(Wagane, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 15:55, 2 replies)

Possibly
the best clean-up operation ever
(Captain Sensible "I'll be your animal in a yellow plastic bin", Sat 9 Jan 2010, 19:19, closed)

Heh...
Brilliant :)

*click*
( snee held his breath since, Mon 11 Jan 2010, 14:50, closed)