Do you play tricks on people?

[Daren]

I got thinking today it was about time to mess with my Grampa again here soon (you have to know the guy, you have to get him before he gets you, he is a blast). He is a farmer. 2 years ago, as the story goes, he was turning over a field in the spring and came across a big rock right in the middle of 80 acres. It was way too big for one man to move so he climbed in the truck and went to find my uncle. An hour later they came back and rock was on the fencerow 100 yards from where it was and the tractor was still in the same spot. Nobody knows who moved it (or how, or why would they go out and do it for no good reason), that is what makes it so fun. He talked about it all summer. Then we (my Dad, brother, buddies, wife..) decided to start messing with him. We knew every time he drove by that field he looked at that rock and wondered, so we got the idea to move it to the other fencerow, he never said a word. He was gone one day, so we moved it to behind his shed (3 miles from the rocks original home) still nothing. We have put that darn rock in his front yard, in his camping spot, in another field right at the lane... He won't even give us the satifaction of giving it  second look, no matter where it is. He is too cool, we make each other smile. I am getting tired of hauling that big rock around. (maybe that is his plan, wear me down)

[DanG]

 :D :D :D  He's gotcha by the short ones, Daren!  Ever stop to consider that the rock weren't where he said it was to start with?  Move it one more time, right in the middle of the field where he says he found it.  Do a little extra and bury it about two thirds.  Don't show up when he hollers for help.

Dr Phil

[Haytrader]

 :

Ya'all are both crazy.

:D

Go for it.

;D

[Daren]

Right where it was, that is one place he wouldn't expect it. But DanG it, I would show up if he hollers no matter what , and like I said that darn rock is getting heavier I think. I won't give up on the rock (heck it is cheap fun), I just can't get too smug or the rock will start showing up at my place. He has had 76 years of experience at being cool, a couple years of a stupid rock is childs play. If it shows up here it is a whole new ballgame.

[Tom]

As cadets at Georgia Military College, there was a group of cadets that would, intermittently, move the Field Gun from in front of the Officer's club to various parts of the campus.  It was done for no reason and no one ever confessed.  The Maintenance man swore he would stop it.   He moved the gun to the front of the Cadre/Military building and made two large staples from inch and a half pipe. He used 20' lengths so the staples were 10 feet long, each.  He then drove the staples over each of the two trails, into the red, Georgia clay, and exclaimed "Nobody will move it now".

That night it was moved.  It was taken to the second story of the Old Capital Building and placed in the Lobby.

To make this move, someone, had to remove the staples, manhandle a 75mm Howitzer uphill for 200 yards and get it up two long flights of granite steps, open two locked entry doors and roll the instrument into the lobby.   No small task and quite a feat.

Bearing with the idea that young boys needed a little fun, the cadre fained anger but never followed up on any threats.  The gun would occasionally end up on the football field, the drill field, the steps of the Capitol building (one flight or the other), in the canteen, in the middle of the road in front of the barracks and various other places, some of which proposed a puzzle as to how it was accomplished.

In later years, the anti-war factions made it difficult for the military schools to exist and one result was the this gun was donated to the local National Guard Armory to help prevent bad press.

[Tom]

Do you read many of the old posts?  "A Funny Story" is a good place to start.   Here is a thread that you will appreciate if you are into practical jokes.

Ugly Eddy and the Trees

Daren,

The joke may be on you.  I'll bet your Grandpa is enjoying this more than you will ever know.  His joke is that he is ignoring you and he probably laughs every time the rock is moved, wondering, "where is he going to put it next?" :D

[redpowerd]

THANKS TOM

[CHARLIE]

Yep, yore old Granddad has y'all by the stones and is chuckling to himself 'cause he knows how much work y'all are doing trying to get a rise out of him.  If'n ya stop and think.....you are doing all the work and he's just chucklin' to himself.  I agree with DanG......put it back where it originally was and bury it 2/3s deep. ;D

I love playing jokes on people as long as no one gets hurt or embarrassed.  Stuff like what you are doing is what I enjoy.

A friend of mine lives across the street from his brother-in-law and is always doing something to him. The best one was during the summer about 10 years ago.  Everytime his brother-in-law and his sister went up to north Minnesota on the weekends, he'd fertilize his brother-in-laws lawn with that liquid fertilizer that you spray on with a garden hose.  All summer long his brother-in-law was complaining about how much he had to mow.  ;D

[Haytrader]

Several years ago I pulled a trick on a friend of mine. He worked at the local Co-op (feed store/elevator/gas station). I had aquired a rather large bra for the previous Halloween costume. When he wasn't looking, I put the bra in his pickup passenger side door with most of it hanging out. It was late in the afternoon before he realized why so many people were laughing at him. He had gone to the bank and the girls that work there asked him if he had a new GF. "No," he replied, "why do you ask" They told him it looked like she was a BIG GIRL

;D  :D  ;D  :D

[moosehunter]

 Thats why there are other people, so as we can mess with 'em ;D
Had some friends that were building a house and I would go help when I could. The Mrs. bought a christmas tree, the Mr said the house wern't done yet so she couldn't have a christmas tree......... she got so mad the next time he wasn't looking she doused it with boy scout fuid and torched it . Well we thought she had every right to have a christmas tree so the next time they were both away at work we attached that scorched tree to the top roof rafter on the second story complete with lights, tinsel and ornimates!!
mh

[GF]

Put it in the middle of his driveway.  :D

[KILROY]

Put the rock in the back of his truck.

[Ernie]

That's funny Tom :D :D

When I first moved to Uruti, I was have the drains cleaned out by a mate of mine with his big excavator and we cooked up a tale for the locals.  This was the time when NZ had subsidies for import substitution.  I owned an old Combine and a small bulldozer and been cropping on land I leased near my fibreglass shop.  We put the story out that Alex wasn't cleaning out drains, he was digging irrigation canals for me and I was going to take the track gear off the bulldozer and mount it on the combine so that I could grow and harvest rice to get the import subsidy. The locals were sucked in right royally and were so disappointed when I just used the land for beef cattle.  This was 30 years ago and I still get reminded about it at least once a year.

A couple of them asked why I got my mill so I showed them my bits of angle I cut when I was playing around and told them I was getting into the angle wood business and had tied up the local market.



They all now know I'm nuts but they aren't sure when I'm serious 8) 8)

[Fraxinus]

I agree with DanG.  I'd put that rock right in the middle of that field where he claims it was in the first place and never say another word. :D :D
My father and I had something similar going some years ago only it wasn't a rock, it was half of an old union for 1/2" iron pipe that we had in the old days in our sugar orchard.  The thing was cross-threaded and of absolutely no use whatsoever but it kept turning up in strange places.  One morning I found it in my bowl of cereal.  I calmly took it to the sink, rinsed it off and put it in my pocket.  After about a month had gone by and I figured he had forgotten about it, I put it somewhere where I knew he would find it.  This went on for years.  Eventually the thing did disappear and never showed up again.
Now here's a trick you might play on your grandfather.  I have never seen it done but I can just imagine it might be very effective, especially on somebody with a weak stomach.
When nobody is looking, smear some peanut butter on the side of your shoe.  Later, when you're maybe watching TV or sitting around visiting, just happen to "notice" that stuff on your shoe and say something like "Oh, man, look at that!  I must have stepped in some dog crap!"  Then take your finger and swipe it off your shoe and put it in your mouth.  See how many people can keep their supper down.

[Bro. Noble]

I used to play lots of 'practical jokes'  when I worked in town and had contact with people.  Now the only ones I see are the cows and my son Tom and my wife.  None of them have a sense of humor.  Why only yesterday,  my son asked me why I started milking on the wrong side of the barn.  We have four stalls on the east side and fouron the west.  We always want to end up on the west side so that cleanup can start up earlier.  The number of cows we have dictates that we have started on the west side for the past six months or so.  Yesterday,  my mind must have been wandering so while Tom was putting in the cows,  I turned some in on the east side.  So here he comes in saying "How come you started on the wrong side?" >:(  I told him I was just playing a trick on the cows :

He just gave me a dirty look-------I don't think he believed me :

[sawguy21]

I am enjoying these. My dad was a high school teacher and vice principal. He said (after I finished school) that if a kid pulled a clean prank, nobody hurt and no damage, and got away with it, more power to him/her(the guys definately did not have a monopoly here). However, if the perp was stupid enough to get caught, he/she was gonna get it :D
One teacher, a big German, had a Beetle that six of us stuck crossways between the school and the shop. We then hid where we could watch the fun. Shudda heard the roaring when he found it.
He got Dad, who was an equally big Irishman, and the two of them picked it up and quarter turned it Things got real quiet at school for a while.

[Bro. Noble]

When I was teaching school,  we had a student teacher that was tall,dark, and handsome.  Well the libririan was a real looker,  but kinda the trashy type and got the hots for my student teacher.  I fixed it up with the school secretary to have a note delivered to the student teacher while he was giving a lesson.  It was a (phony of course) invitation from his admirer to come to the library after school and he could get a 'tour of her facilities' 

Needless to say,  he lost his train of thought ;D ;D

[Haytrader]

 :

Well, did he take the tour?
Inquireing minds want to know.

;D

[Ernie]

Details

[james]

do I play tricks on people?







                                                                      smiley_biggrin01
nuff said
james

[crtreedude]

Speaking of High School pranks - my class pulled a couple for Senior prank day, and I assume the statute of limitation has ran out.... I was part of them.  ;D

Part of our school was suburbs, and part rural so we decided putting a full grown cow on the roof would be neat - and we did it.

The other thing was to release a descented skunk in the hallway during change over of classes.

I was responsible for smearing contact explosive on the floor which when it dried sounded like a bunch of firecrackers.

None of the perps were every caught.  :D

[Faron]

A "Buddy" with whom I was sharing rides once hot wired his truck seat so that when he touched a wire behind the seat to an insulated metal plate, it bit me on the hind end like a tiger.  :D I tried to open the truck door and jump out, but grabbing the handle just made it bite harder, and I couldn't get the door open.  Naturally he had tipped off the owners of the neighboring automobile repair shop, and so had a large audience out watching my plight! ;D

Back in high school, one particular math teacher wasn't real popular with a few boys.  When he presided over the study hall, he liked to lean his chair back on two legs.  The desk sat at the rear of the room, and sat up on a platform about 10" high.  One day a couple of boys moved the desk back a few inches, so that the back chair legs just barely were on the platform. Of course when "Pierre"  scooted the chair back........  Luckily he wasn't injured, but was greatly embarrassed.

[Bro. Noble]

That student teacher was a real strait-laced, bashful sort of guy.  He was in a real sweat so I had to tell him what was going on :D

[Murf]

I was making some imitation beams for a friends basement renovations, carved and painted expanded foam.

My wife didn't see them until they were finished, and I didn't tell her how I made them either.  ;)

I asked her if she could come out to the shop and give me a hand with something, a pretty common request since at the time (and mostly still) I'm not supposed to lift much more than a full fork of food.

I timed it just such that as she came across the yard I came out the shop door, with a 14' long, 12" square 'beam' over each shoulder. 

I thought it was a lot funnier than she did.  :D

She has no sense of ha-ha sometimes, that was one of them.  :

[asy]

Daren, I agree, move the rock back to the field, but paint it bright blue or yellow or such. Then claim you can't see it when he says something..

What rock, Grampa??  You're seeing things...

Although I suspect that won't work, I suspect, in the words of a famous Texan.. y'all got yerself a case of the tail waggin' the dawg.

asy :D

PS: I've never ever played any practical jokes ever. 

[sawguy21]

Aw c'mon asy, fess up I bet Andrew has some stories to tell.

[Engineer]

I find it difficult to play pranks now - nobody has a good sense of humor.  We did a lot of 'em in highschool and college though:

- 9th grade english was held in a "mobile classroom" while the school was being added onto.  The teacher was always late to class because his prior class was on the other side of the school.  We took ALL the furniture and put it on the roof, except for his desk.   It backfired - we all were made to sit on the floor in a big circle.

- Shaving cream bombs - we would punch a hole in the side of a can of shaving cream and toss it in someone's dorm room at college.  One time we triple-bombed two guys while they were sitting at their desks studying.  Five minutes later we open the door, there were two snowmen guarding their books and giving dirty looks.  Also tied ropes to opposing doorknobs across the hall, and leaned trashcans full of water against people's doors.  Sometimes we would mix ammonia with the water and it would take the wax off the floor.  Done right before inspection (Tom & Charlie know the room inspection drill....  ;D)

-  Filled a friend's compact car with styrofoam packing peanuts once. 

-  Also faked filling a different car.  We taped plastic wrap "pockets" to the windows and filled them, but the car interior was left alone.

-  Dorm in college was co-ed, with one bathroom each for men and women on each floor.  The bathrooms each had two showers, toilets and sinks.  Someone would go in while someone was showering and remove all their clothes and towel and hang it on their room doorknob.  Most people panicked, but a couple guys, (and one girl !) decided to just saunter on down the hallway to their rooms wearing nothing but flipflops. 

-  HS woodshop was a blast.  One wiseguy put glue between ALL the boards in the lumber rack.  They were all roughsawn, so no damage,  but it was a riot seeing people trying to unstick them. 

- College (Norwich) had a cannon, too.  It was fired every day at noon formation.  The barracks at the other end of the parade ground had numerous pock-marks from golf balls and other detritus being fired from the cannon when somebody forgot to check the breech.   I'm just happy nobody was stoopid enough to load up the cannon with a handful of marbles or something.

[Tom]

Oh yes, room inspection.

Charlie and I didn't  have the luxury of girls on  campus.  You had to go to the other side of town, about 4 blocks, to find GSCW (Georgia State College for Women).

We had inspections galore.  There were two formal room inspections a day and a roaming inspector might look into your window at anytime.   Saturdays was a super formal inspection (White Glove).  We would stay up all night Friday night preparing our rooms and company area (The entire barracks floor) to be ready for a white glove to be stuck in any nook or cranny in the hopes that the inspector didn't find any dust, or God forbid, dirt (shudder). 

The companies were in competition too.  That meant that each was trying to come out of the inspection with the fewest "Gigs".   A gig was  the indicator for each infraction that the inspector found and ran the gamut from dirt or dust (each occurrence was counted), to things like streaky floors or someone's shoes not shined properly or brass not shined or bed not properly made or hygiene items like soap or toothbrush not being lined up properly in display or clothes in the drawers not folded properly or having too little of an item, or even having to much of an item.  An example being that you could own many shirts, but you had to have six and no more than six, folded and put your drawer in the right place.

The bathrooms (latrines) had to be washed from top to bottom.  Think of the movie "No Time for Sergeants".

We would, in the confusion of early Saturday morning, try to lightly sabotage another company area to help insure that they received more gigs than we.  It was seldom  accomplished because there was so much activity going on and so much double checking of the cleaning effort.

This one time, I heard of a successful sabotage of  "C" company's latrine.  It was on the second floor of the three floor Main Barracks.  Jr. Company was on the first floor and there was a lot of talk that these young twerps were the culprits.  I, of course, doubted seriously that this type of brilliant maneuver could have been carried out by such youngsters against the college aged cadets.  Lord only knows who did it, but this is what happened.

In those days of the end of the great, Southern, Elizabethan society of Georgia, it was not only almost impossible to acquire certain products but unspeakable to even think of their existence.  These boys had, somehow, gotten their hands on a  ......ahem......   uh.......  condom.    You know....  shhhh-h-h ...... a rubber.  It was probably purchased from the restroom of an "off limits" filling station down the street and secreted into the barracks.   

Sneaking up the stairs, with watch-outs at every corner and a well practiced and timed plan, the ...ahem.. condom was attached to the faucet of a lavatory in the empty but brilliantly shining Company "C" latrine.   

Those things are big!   You would never know their capacity and neither did the boys.  The thing grew bigger and bigger and filled the lavatory.  The boys, it must have taken three of them, got their hands under the "balloon" and eased it, as it filled, off onto the floor.   It grew into a huge puddle.  The membrane, being very thin, didn't stand up to the weight of the water very well and the thing oozed to a flattened mass of water over three feet in diameter.   The boys removed the end from the spigot, tied it into a knot and left the quivering, gelatinous looking structure resting on the latrine floor.  Any movement or vibration caused waves to pass over the surface and a breath would have, perhaps, burst it.

Easing down the stairs unnoticed would have been a difficult task, but, it is supposed that the lookouts were doing a good job and the planning must have been superb, because no one, to this day, knows how the attack was accomplished.

The "C" company work crews found the alien being laying there in all of its glory and were totally perplexed as how to move it.  It didn't respond positively to any effort to coax it into safety.  After a long time of serious cogitation, it was finally decided that the only way to get the thing up and still make inspection was pop it.  The Latrine had a drain, but the inspection would not allow any hint of water on the floor.  These fellows had to work fast.  They popped the  ......er   ........uh. ...... bubble and an army of men, on hands and knees, scrubbed with towels and fanned with anything they could get their hands on to dry the floor.   

They did succeed, but, it was touch and go there for awhile.  The story was all over the barracks after the inspection and there was a lot investigation going on to try to determine who was the culprit(s).   I'm sure it must have been one of the larger, older and more experienced cadets from "D" company on the third floor.   After all, how could young boys of thirteen and fourteen outwit the likes of the worldly experience on those two floors.  Yep, there is no way that could have been done by a bunch of little boys.  Heck they wouldn't even know were to get a balloon like that. 

[Buzz-sawyer]

 :D :D :D :D :D :D..........Funny one..Now Tom ...which group were you in :D :D ;D

[Brad_S.]

Haytraders pick up story reminds me of my high school days back in a small farm town near Buffalo. Pick-up trucks were the preferred mode of transportation there, but no one wanted to ride three abreast in the cab. Inevitably, when cruising in the next, bigger town, when we pulled up to a crowded stop light the guy in right passenger seat would duck down below window level, leaving the driver and center seat passenger sitting there helpless looking like REAL close friends! Just about the worst insult you could bestow upon a country boy in the 70's.
Ah, good times, good times.

[Tom]

........and here I thought that Charlie had invented that disrespect, the little frog lip.

Ya daren't get in the car with Charlie and let him have "shotgun".  Nosiree bobcat!!  Your buddys'll be talking about you for days.   The little wisenheimer. :-\

[sawguy21]

 :D :D :D :D This is fun. My buddy would slide over and sit low enough so he could just see over the dash. He would take the wheel and I would lean out and wave at passing cars with both hands. DanG near caused a few wrecks.

[Tom_Averwater]

We had a goofy science teacher in high school. Someone put bengay under his desk drawer one day. His nose ran and eyes teared most of the day.  :'(

[Brad_S.]

I wonder what college kids today do to replace the classic  'fill the record album cover with shaving cream, slip the opening under the neighbors door and stomp on the cover' trick?

I went to an AG/Tech college with about equal numbers of FFA boys and Long Island/New York City slickers. The city slickers were dumbfounded on their first 'cow tipping' expedition. :D

[Tom]

In the Mid 60's I was stationed in Key West, Florida and lived in a real nice multi-level, concrete block, dormitory style barracks.   It was the first time I had ever heard of a Super Ball.  A Super Ball was a hard rubber or plastic ball that was so "live" it seemed to generate its own energy and would bounce forever. 

One would be thrown from inside of a room, through the open door and bounced from the wall on the opposite side of the hall.  It would go ricocheting down the hall until it either hit a pedestrian or entered another room, where it could create a good deal of havoc.

You never knew when to expect on being thrown and one was living dangerously to saunter mindlessly down the hallway.  If you heard the staccato, machine-gun sounds of a Super Ball on the loose, you had better find cover, of which there was precious little.

[submarinesailor]

Tom,

It's funny how sailors must think alike.  We did the same thing in the Ford Island barracks in Pearl Harbor.  Those balls had a mind of their own.  You never knew which way to look or duck.

Bruce

[sawguy21]

A co-worker got the idea to lay a strip of talcum powder along the bottom of the hangar washroom door then hit it with the blow gun. The recipient came out smelling real purty.

[Murf]

We used to dump a whole can of talcum powder inside each vector nozzle (directs the jet blast) during the walk-around check of the aircraft.

It pretty much stayed in place till you opened everything, including the vector nozzles, wide up for take-off.

There's nowhere for a sweaty sailor to hide on the deck of a carrier either.  ;D

[Roxie]

One of my friends works in the Detectives office for the PA State Police, and I stopped by to see her during lunch.  One of the detectives walked by and one of his ears was completely black.  It looked like he had painted it.  My friend saw me looking and put a finger up to her lips to motion me to be quiet until he left.  When the detective walked out, she started laughing and said that the other detectives had dipped his ear piece to his telephone in the fingerprint ink.   :D

[MULE_MAN]

My daughter father in law & his friends wrap a coat hanger around the drive shaft of
there friend pick up truck at work & pour some transmission fluid on the ground
under his truck, And then they waited for the guy to get in his truck after work
and  drive off. The guy got in his truck & started to drive off & hear banging noise
and stop his truck and seen the spot of transmission fluid on the ground, And
was getting ready to call a tow truck.  :D  :D  :D

[Engineer]

Another good one was the 'penny-jam' on dorm-room doors.    The doors to each room opened inward, and they were solid oak doors in a metal frame.  Each door had a knob and a separate deadbolt.  What we would do, is wait until just before some inspection or parade, while the victim was in their room, and have two guys lean all their weight against the door while a third person jammed as many pennies as they could between the door and the frame (one stack was all it took).  When you eased off the door, the pennies wedged the lock mechanism so that the occupant could not turn the doorknob, thus could not leave their room.    The penny-jam was quite fun in conjunction with a well-timed shaving cream bomb or a bucket of water poured on a dustpan shoved under the door.   ;D :D

One really mean prank that would be good for someone you really despise, is to get a very fresh fish and put it somewhere behind the dashboard of their car.  A nice midsummer hot spell is a good accompaniment.

Other fun car pranks - dish soap in the windshield washer reservoir, or a thin bead of it along the wiper blades for less fun but the same effect.  Also, toss slices of bologna on the windshield the night before a big freeze or ice storm.  Several full rolls of bright orange flagging tied to the car's frame and tucked up under the rear bumper.   Don't have to unroll it, just tie off one end and put the entire roll up there. 

[WH_Conley]

Dead Groundhog under the truck seat in the summer. >:(

[crtreedude]

My partner down here likes to pull practical jokes on his brother-in-laws. Hector grew up out in the country and some of the brother-in-laws are city slickers.

Well - Hector is the local guy for training horses often, so we usually have one around that is pretty green. One time a couple of brother-in-laws were visiting, and one of them told me the following story.

"Well, Hector asks me if I would like to ride a horse. I looked at the horse and I looked at Hector and they both had the same look so I said no! But, the other guy said sure. After he got on, Hector slapped the horse's rear really hard and the horse took off for Nicaragua with his wife yelling "You kill my husband, you kill my husband..." 

I think it is Hector's opinion that if you are Costa Rican you have to be able to ride horses.  :D

[pigman]

Several years ago I had a young guy working part time for me. He had a new fancy truck that he was real proud of. I found a dead fox in one of my tobacco barns and decided to remove it before we housed the tobacco. I  hung the fox on one of the bumper guards of his truck and forgot about it. That night the worker called me and said " you will never guess what I hit with my truck going home". With out thinking I said " I bet you hit a fox". There was a long pause and then a dial tone.  ;D

[sawguy21]

We tied a large ziplock parts bag over the end of pickup tailpipe. He drove down the road gunning the engine trying to get more power. Shudda seen the commotion when the bag burst. ;D

[isawlogs]

  I had someone come here last summer , while I was away , and borrow some gas , He did this three times . He or she would take my 5 gallon can and bring it back empty . I got a little frustated after the third time , so I went to the gas station and filled the thing up with deisel fuel  ;D  it disapeared also  :  ..  that was the end of my misterious gas funding and I never did find out who I was helping out .

[DanG]

This wasn't really a joke, but it was practical. ;D  During the last couple of months of Flight School, in Uncle's Army, we were treated as Officers, except that we were subject to daily inspections of our quarters.  If we got more than 30 demerits in a week, we didn't get a weekend pass.  I discovered that the penalty for leaving your room locked was 5 demerits, and did a little simple math.  I just left it locked all the time, and got a pass every weekend. ;D :D ;D :D

[Haytrader]

You was smart as a fox there DanG.

;)

[sawguy21]

Good one DanG. Wish I had thought of that :D :D :D :D :D

[Fraxinus]

One of my tree workers (half owner of a company) always carries a cooler in the back of his truck.  One day when he was at my shop, one of the line design guys saw his chance and, when "the big loser" (as they call him) wasn't looking, put a huge snapping turtle into the cooler.  He drove off none the wiser.
I haven't yet heard what happened when he discovered the turtle. :D

[whitepe]

When I was at PU,   our dorm resident counseler came from
Univ. of Nebraska to do his master's work.  He was really into the greek stuff
and while still at lincoln,  he and his frat bros. stole a 4 foot by 5 foot red
NEBRASKA flag from the football stadium.  He kept it hung on the wall
of his dorm room. One day he forgot to lock his door and went off
to class.  We swiped the flag and had it hid for several weeks until we got the idea of sewing an additional line of letters onto the flag beneath the word nebraska.
When we were finished,  the flag read.

          NEBRASKA
             SUCKS
We then took a polaroid picture of myself and my cohorts in crime holding
the flag and put it up on the hallway bulletin board.   Since there were 5 or
6 of us, he never could figure out who had the flag.  We made him suffer for another semester as during second semester I took it with me to my co-op assignment
in Michigan.  Eventually we gave the flag back to him but we sure kept him in suspense
for about 5 months.