Thought I'd post one of my experiences in hopes of hearing y'alls. Hope you enjoy and share yours.
Parent Weekend Prank:
This evening after work my co-workers and I were talking about college days and I remembered this one...I think I tried to block it from my memory but it came back..I told it..and everybody died laughing so I thought I'd share it:
My 1st quarter, freshman year, at La TECH I lived in Carruthers Dormitory. I was rooming with one of my best buds I'd known since middle school and all things were as they should be. Pranks, fun, a "few" beers and the like.
The bathrooms at Carruthers Dorm were pretty prison-like in both function and appearance. The toilets had no doors on the stalls and the walls that separated the toilets were also very short. Whilst seated on the throne you could look to either side and have eye contact with the next fellow. I suppose they had it that way so you could turn your head and carry on a nice conversation with your stall-mate during your morning constitution..."How bout them Saints...got any extra TP over there?"
The shower room was approximately 30 feet long and 20 feet wide. It had no curtains or stalls. Wide open tile from wall to ceiling with about 5 or 6 shower heads spaced evenly down either side. They chose the bathroom as their high ground from which to strike.
It started off as a normal Sat for me that first quarter. I woke up about 1 or 2 PM after a good Friday night and decided to saunter on down to the showers..dragging a 5 alarm hangover with me. I took my room key, a bar of soap, shampoo,a towel and had on a pair of boxers. The shower was going just fine and I had the whole place to myself ..then I put the shampoo in my hair..which makes you close your eyes... when it happened. The lights were turned off and I was hit by some substance which instantly covered my whole body and turned the entire shower room into a substance- slightly more slippery than ice covered with Teflon. There are no windows in said bathrooms so it is pitch black.
After a considerable amount of effort and sheer determination I manged to turn on most of the shower heads in the pitch black, humid dungeon and washed the substance off of me (it stung my eyes so I had to stand under a shower head for a while). I made it to a wall out of the shower room and groped for the light switches. As soon as I turned them on I realized that this was a professional hit. The substance they threw on me was a full box of clothes washing powder...and I now had no room key, towel or boxer shorts.
Ten minutes later I'm still (in my birthday suit) knocking on the door to my room. The usual answers were asked from within my room, "Who is it? (in a fake female voice)" and "What's the password" ..so on and so forth. I rationalized, reasoned and threatened all those on the other side of the door to no real effect. Occasionally one of the other dorm room doors would open, some curious kid would stick his head out and start laughing, get his roommate to look out, he'd laugh as well.. and then their door would shut. The two Indian dudes that roomed next to us opened theirs , saw me, looked appalled and slammed their door. I was in a jam. Then I heard it.
The elevator in that old dorm seldom worked properly; especially all the way to the 8th floor where they stuck all the freshmen but it was; apparently, running just fine that day. I heard it ding and my heart sank. Out of the elevator stepped a couple of freshmen and their parents. We all stared at each other as I was trying to; nonchalantly, cover my nether region with one hand and knock like hell on the door with the other. I hissed (in that squeaking, trying to be quiet... but it's loud and panicked fashion that happens... when you're in such a situation), as to what was transpiring to my "buddies" on the other side... and they finally let me in. I still remember both dads laughing so hard they were doubled over and the moms trying not to.
Well played and I'm sure I deserved it. Those days can best be described as "The most fun I never wanna have again".
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