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    Our frat took a cadavier (sp?) from the science building, wheeled it
    in the grill (at the student center) and put a colonels hat/beard on
    him.
    
    No one noticed the body for 30 minutes!!  
    
    Needless to say...  <PROBATION CITY>
    
    That'll teach 'em not to leave the science building unlocked at night.
    
    Regards.
    
    Chip_GSH_Bach

>    Our frat took a cadavier (sp?) from the science building, wheeled it
>    in the grill (at the student center) and put a colonels hat/beard on
>    him.



Hey, that's my Funky Cold Edwina you're talking about... or maybe it
was her brother Funky Cold Edwin.....


8^)

    RE: .2  Definitely Edwin Leather-face...
    
    I hope that guy was never *kissed*...
    
    Chip_GSH_Bach

    During my freshman year at Ohio U we had a crucial weekend of swim
    meets against Miami (of Ohio) and Ball State University.  (Miami is
    Ohio's archest of rivals.)  We got an old wooden diving board from the
    original natatorium, painted it white with green lettering, and hung it
    above the college gateway.  It said...
    
    
    
    Ohio Men's Swimming this weekend:
    
    Ball U Miami
    

    After Princeton had lost sevearl consectuive games to Yale in football,
    some Princeton students stood under the goalposts at Yale Bowl, reached
    into a bag and pulled out a dead bulldog.  It didn't help - Princeton
    lost again.
    
    Joihn

SEXUAL {CONTENT,INNUENDO,DOUBLE-ENTENDRE} ALERT.....


As a referee once said to me:

	
		Lads, consider yerselves warned....


'Saw

    I remember Greg Brady kidnapped a goat... 

    In Ottawa, we have what is called the Panda Game where the two local
    universities, University of Ottawa and Carleton University, fight over
    the possession of Pedro the Panda in a yearly football game.
    
    Since the stuffed bear was acquired in 1955 as a trophy for this
    contest many kidnappings of Pedro have been pulled.  The most notable
    being pulled off by jealous Queen's University students in 1985 who
    ransomed him for beer.  The Pedro Liberation Organization stepped in
    and retrieved the trophy.  Pedro has evened been kidnapped and taken on
    Spring Break to Florida.
    
    Today the original stuffed panda bear is in the Canadian Football Hall
    of Fame in Hamilton Ontario.

    Not that this has anything to do with Pandas, but do Carleton, U of
    Ottawa, Queen's U, etc. play football with CFL rules or American
    college rules or a combination/variation of the two?
    
    Tom

    
    	Kidstuff!
    
    	The college where I played football (Colorado School of Mines
    	in Golden, CO; you can even catch their scores in JD's Wes-
    	leyan note!) has a huge rivalry with Colorado College here
    	in Colorado Springs.  About 50-75 years ago (when it was a
    	BITTER rivalry) the usual halftime entertainment was riots
    	between the fans.  These riots took place in the middle of
    	the field and were only broken up by the teams running out 
    	onto the field for the 2cd half.
    
    	One year, some students from CSM (assumed) stole some dynamite
    	from the Mining Engineering Dept. and proceeded to blow the
    	pillars clean off the front porch of one of CC's halls!  Cross
    	my heart and hope to die I swear it's true.
    
    	I had a great article which outlines all the prankery but damned
    	if I can find it.
    
    	CSM's marching band wears boots, jeans, flannel shirts, and 	
    	mining headgear (hardhat wif a light on top).  Kegs are allowed
    	in the student section at football games.
    
    	Claybroon

    
    	Also, the Mines-CC football rivalry is the oldest west of
    	the mighty Mississippi River.  They started playing each
    	other in the late 1880's or early 1890's.
    
    	Last year was the final (for now) game in the series.  Mines
    	was just puttin' too many whuppins on 'em!
    
    	Claybroon

    I know we've been warned, but I think I can keep this clean. 

    The University of Toledo's nickname is the Rockets.  They have this
    mascot dressed like a rocket that they dare to bring to opposing
    schools for football and basketball.  The costume is beige with blue
    and gold rings.

    Let's just say that this Rocket dude walks around and is continually
    taunted (at least at Ohio U) with comments such as, "Where do the
    batteries go?"

    	--dan'l

Claybroon...

You have gotten my curiousity going.   Perhaps I'm ignorant of
such things, but here goes:

	If you went to the Mining College, what long strange odyssey
	did you follow to make it here to DEC?

	Could it be that in mining and geological surveys computers
	are used extensively these days, and you got to be a real
	technoweenie?


'Saw

    
    	Well, CSM isn't really a "Mining College".  They are more,
    	let's see, uhm, fuel/energy/chemical in nature.  They
    	offer mining, chemical, metallurgical, etc-type engineering
    	degrees.  I even heard a rumor that they have a CS program
    	now!  
    
    	That place was a real kick.  Most of the buildings there
    	are OLD.  My mining engineering professor's office was on
    	the bottom level of the building.  It had a dirt floor.
    
    	As far as my path to DEC, let's just say I indulged in the
    	usual "I'm 18/on my own for the 1st time/freshman in college"
    	type activities at a school which is famous/notorious for it's
    	tough academics.  The two do not mix.  For example, regular
    	tests were not given during class time.  When we had a chemistry
    	test, it was given from 6-9 at night.  These were just regular
    	tests, not midterms or finals.  I don't know what the norm is
    	at other schools, but the other 3 colleges I attended had tests
    	during class and were limited to the normal class time.  Anyways,
    	I'm getting long-winded.
    
    	I lasted 3 semesters there and went to U. of S. Colorado in Pueblo.
    	There, I completed my associates in EET.  I started at DEC the
    	month I graduated as a temp on the UDA50 line.  Eleven months later
    	I got my (then) blue badge.
    
    	Claybroon
    
    ps	I had an appointment to the Air Force Academy too.  I wuz gonna
    	play ball for Kenny Hatfield!  I kick myself sometimes for not
    	going there.      	

    re:209.10 Canadian college FB
    
    Canadian University football uses the same rules and regulaions, ball
    size, field size as the CFL.
    
    Mike

    One classic one we pulled on ourselves at Rice featured a ingenious
    senior and a couple of pals hiring a crane, and picking up the bronze
    and grantite stature of William Marsh ("Willy") Rice, and *rotating it
    180 degrees*, then setting it down in the opposite direction.
    
    What was really wild was that :
    
    1) These guys managed to fool the campus police into thinking they were
    construction workers - for a while.
    
    2) It was done flawlessely. A holding pin got bent when Rice hired some
    "pros" to put Willy back in place ! So they billed this senior for 2K,
    and made him wait an extra year for his diploma.
    
    Bummer - he's a hero in my book !
    
    Dr Midnight

We moved a garage that the shop kids had completed from the back of our 
high school to the front of the building where the buses came in in the morning 
and then moved a teachers broken down VW into the garage. The bus drivers 
freaked out when they went to unload the next day and this 2 car garage was in
the driveway...

It took 15 guys to pick the thing up and put in onto skateboards and furniture 
dolly's to move it the 75 yards or so around the school...then the idiot janitors
decided they wanted to move it back (we had left a note that we would move it
back the next night).

So they tied a rope around it and tried to drag it with a tractor and tore the
living crap out of the bottom of the garage...The worst thing is that the shop
kids had a buyer lined up for it at the end of the school year (they would take
it apart..deliver it and reassemble it) and had to do major reconstruction work
on it because of the idiots that tried to tow it.....

It posed no safety danger nor did it restrict bus access (they just had to take 
another route to the pickup point in front of the school)

It was fun though.....

 Metz

    
    Rolling bigtime Metz!!!
    
    Loved it even though though this is for college pranks.  Waddya think
    the title should be changed?
    
    OH SH*T!!!!
    
    This might become a Halloween prank note and then......
    
    RELIGOUS?HISTORICAL?HYSTERICAL?  FOLKS
    
    STAY OUTA HERE!!!!!!!!!
    
    (please????????)
    
    
    	This is a fun note, and ain't ::SOAPBOX
    
    Kev
    

 I remember an old story about a great prank somebody played on the Penn
 State campus.   Apparently there is a statue of a Nittany Lion somewhere
 prominent on campus and one morning everyone woke up to find it *GONE* !!!
 
 Nothing but a big pile of dirt where the statue was ... search parties
 were organized, everyone was out for revenge, flaming editorials were
 printed, and so on ...
 
 Sometime later (days, weeks ???), a small notice appeared in the
 classified ads in the campus daily that said something like ...
 
                          "Look Under The Dirt"
 
 And, of course, there it was ... the pranksters had dug the hole *next* to
 the statue.   Did this really happen ???  Don't we have some PSU alumni in
 here ???  True or false ???
 
 Bob Hunt

We never stole anything in college, really, or hid mascots.

We did have a couple of wonderful little pranks that we pulled when
I was with the marching band.  (I used to announce for them).

We'd have band camp every summer, to get the fundamentals down,
learn some basic routines and manuevers and get players playing the
right parts.  For me it was four days of vacation because I never
had to announce anything, and I would just kind of watch and talk
with the flag squad...heh heh heh.

Anyway, we had this one DORK in the band who was about 6'3" and about
as DORKY as they come.  They'd put us up in a dorm for four days, and
no guys wanted to room with him so he'd room by himself.  Every morning
about 15 minutes before we'd all have to get up, he'd head to the girls
floor, knock on their doors, and wait till they opened the door to tell
them "time to get up".  Of course, he'd be checking out titles in 
nightgowns action while he was at it...

So, one night we decided to do the old water torpedo trick.  We found
a janitors garbage pail (big gray kind on wheels, must hold 50 gallons).
We waited till he was asleep, filled the drum, leaned it against his door,
knocked, and ran!  But just around the corner.

The door opened, and even Noah couldn't have escaped THAT flood!



The only other thing we'd do was on away games, we'd see how many people
we could cram into the bathroom in the Motor Coach.  Our record was
27�.  The � came from this girl who was only about 4' tall.  She got
lifted up and slid in on top.....   Only problem was when the door got
shut, someone bumped the Emergency Buzzer.   No major problem except
the driver couldn't shut it off, and he had to listen to it all the
way to Maine!



'Saw

    Gee, the only prank we did in high school was barricade the front
    doors of the school on Halloween... School was delayed for about 2
    hours.. So that the janitors could have time to move the pumpkins
    from the lobby... Yep, we went and stole every pumpkin in sight
    in Lebanon and West Lebanon and piled them up.... Must have been
    4-5 thousand pumpkins....

    REK

                                               
> And, of course, there it was ... the pranksters had dug the hole *next* to
> the statue.   Did this really happen ???  Don't we have some PSU alumni in
> here ???  True or false ???
  
    My Penn State neighbor here (1975-79?) says that the only thing that
    happened while he was there was some SorryExcuse kids painting the
    thing orange.  He hadn't heard of this one, but says that statue is 
    huge and it would have taken someone all night to dig up that much
    dirt to cover it.  Coulda happened, though...
    
    glenn
    
    

    Too old Glenn,
    No pranks fer me at PSU. The dang ground will be too frozen to dig
    a hole for the Snittany Lyin' 8^). Mebbe  we cain paint it blue and
    gold.
    
    We pulled a coupla minor pranks at ND (real infantile stuff). Actually
    painted the statue of Father Sorin (founder of the university) green
    on a St. Patty's Day night.  While the University was renovating the
    law library, the construction co. had erected a semi-big sign (10'high
    by 15' long) right next to it stating "Law Library under construction,
    etc." propped up with wooden posts. Wail, this here sign was right
    at the campus entrance,not more than a stone's throw from the campus
    security HQ. At midnight, we decided (10 of us under higher
    consciousness ) to saw it down. And saw it down we did (don't believe
    security never heard us), and also carried it clear across campus and
    placed it in the cemetary. Made the student newspaper and all. Made
    our week. And the University had a new sign up in one day. On the new
    sign ( on the back ) we spray-painted. "We'll let you keep this one."
    Again, made the student newspaper. Haw Haw. Juvenile? yep. Funny? At
    the time. Steel get a chuckle whenever I pass the law library on me
    visits back there.
    
    MikeL
    

    Well, the one good prank we did was in High School.  After we went
    undefeated in track and field, winning the county and sectional
    championships, we went to our rivals' school - which had always been
    THE track power in the area.  Nanuet High had a sign on their press box
    overlooking the track that read "Track Capital of Rockland County" -
    painted in the school colors.
    
    A bunch of us went over there at night and stole the sign - and
    repainted it in our school colors.  Early the nexted morning, we snuck
    into our high school and nailed it to the cafeteria wall - and took
    pictures for prosperity.
    
    needless to say, we got in trouble from our school, and theother
    school.  We had to re-paint it, and nail it back up on there press box
    - and nearly had a rumble when some of them took offense to our taking
    the sign - most of 'em were cool, but some were pissed off - and
    promised revenge.  Never happened, cuz we went on to win 56 straight
    meets....
    
    Of course, the real prank involved a boat and a tow in a car, but
    that's another story...
    
    JD

The coolest high school prank that happened was in 1974 (that magic year
again) when I was a sophmore.

My school, Glastonbury HS, was playing our ARCH-rivals, Newington HS,
for the Class LL State Football Championship.  This was before the
days of neutral venues, and the game was to be played AT Newington.

Overlooking the athletic fields at Newington was a huge water tower.

The night before the game, several intrepid souls climbed the water
tower, and painted in blue letters (our color)  GHS #1....  

It was the talk of both schools for the next couple of months.

Glastonbury won the game, the rest was history....


'Saw

    I don't know how many of you know who Brian Boorboom is.He is a
    starting offensive tackle for Nebraska, he stands 6'8" and is in the
    280+ range.
    	Anyway when he was a sophmore and I was a Sr. at Doherty High
    School we both ended up going to state in track. My prelims were done
    and I went back to the van to put my bag away. In the other van was a
    manager another sprinter, well I decided to go shoot the shit with 'em
    cuz we weren't leaving for another hour or so. Well Rod (the other
    sprinter) was looking for a dip and stole some from Boomer's Cope can.
    Well I decided to play a joke on Booomer and I took his can out behind
    the van and p*sse in it. Just enough to tell something was wrong when
    you opened it. Rod was rolling and so was Lisa, the manager. Well I
    casually mention it to a few people so when we are getting ready to
    leave Boomer and this other guy Eric are the last to arrive at the
    buses. Our whole bus was looking back at the other bus to see Boomer's
    reaction to the smell from his can. Well, Boomer opens it up and takes
    a huge dip, pops it in and everyone on both buses are rolling. Boomer
    doesn't get it. Then Alluvasudden he makes this face like he just
    smelled Waddle's hamper and spits the stuff out the window, then he
    opens the can, smells it, leans over as this other dude tells him what
    happened. I was still rooollliinnnggg as this voice was screaming.
    G*DDAMIT HERNANDEZ, I'M GONNA <explicative> KILL YOU!!!
    
    Needless to say...
    I roolllleeedddd!
    

Another great prank I was involved in was a direct result of the Rivalry between
the football team and the soccer team in our high school. 

Early in the spring before our senior year we went onto the football field at 
night at wrote (in fertilizer) Minnechaug Soccer '82 on the football field...

It looked great when it came in in nice green grass in the middle of the football
field....Almost as good as the football team going 1-9 while the soccer team
went to the Western Mass playoffs....The previous year the soccer team had 
gone 1-15 and the football team had gone to the Western Mass Super Bowl....

The year before I graduated the Senior class put 81 pumpkins in the pool, 
the year before that the senior class put a VW bug in the school courtyard...

Metz

    I know a guy who attended Berkely for several years (PhD EE).  He's
    the straightest human I've ever met.  But, when I was razzing him
    a couple years back about how Stanford was gonna stomp Cal in what is
    perhaps the most tradition rich grid game in that state, he related
    a story about a stunt he and another student pulled prior to the
    Stanford-Cal game years back (late '60s).
    
    They got real loaded and went down to an Emeryville hardware store
    and bought some real nice black laquer paint in spray cans.  Then they
    drove on down 101 and went onto the Stanford campus late at night and
    proceeded to paint "Go Cal, Beat Stanford" on that big sandstone 
    student union bldg.  Well, the campus cops cold-busted them black-
    handed.  Both were handed over to Cal's Dean of Students.  Because both
    were A students, the Cal Dean cut a deal with the Stanford Dean whereby
    the two had to spend months working as janitors on Stanford's campus
    for no pay.  
    
    Their first job, which took weeks, was to hand scrub their artwork out
    of the sandstone using special chemicals which smelled real bad.  They
    got to be quite an attraction on the Stanford campus, so much so that 
    a campus cop was assigned to watch them as Stanford students jeered
    them and occasionally pelted them with the odd egg or tomato.  
    
    He said it was pure hell, and they worked hard to finish the paint 
    removal such that they could begine waxing floors inside out of the
    view of the students.  
    
    He said it was also hell for them back in Berkeley, where the radicals
    wrote nasty articles about how could anybody waste valuable paint doing
    rah-rah sports graffiti when there was world imperialism to fight.
    
    MrT
    

    At one point during my college years, my roomies and I got in an
    apartment war with the girls living above us.  Pratical jokes abounded
    during this time.
    
    One of the pranks we pulled was the bucket-of-water-against-the-door
    trick mentioned earlier.  We used a 50  gal. garbage can filched from
    the games room and more or less filled it.
    
    Unfortunetly, the prank worked too well.  The girls opened the door and
    got the full treatment.  But the water ran into their bathroom, through
    cracks in the floor and into *our* batchroom.  We ended up with roughly
    5 gal. of the water running over the bathroom floor.
    
    One of their favorite return gifts was for two girls to get up on
    chairs and bounce a bowling ball back and forth to each other as if it
    were a basket ball (cement floors).  It was so loud that the guys below
    us called us and told us to stop pounding on the floor.
    
    Needless to say, the Resident Assistant got very tired of the goings
    on and eventually clamped down on us.  One particularily amusing
    confrontation involved Ditomasso - full blooded Italian, starting CB for
    the football team, and missing 4 front teeth.  He told her she was "too
    uptight because your curlers are rolled too tight".  The rest of us
    were nearly rolling right then and there during the bitching out.
    
    Scott

T,

That was a stupid maneuver on their part. There is quite a difference between 
innocent pranksterism and destruction. The class before us decided that for
their prank they were going to paint a 2 foot wide white line around the brick
school building...stupi,stupid stupid....and even dumber were the janitors that
first tried sand blasting the paint off....Brick can't stand up to a sand blaster
very well....

You can still see faint remenants of the stripe around the school....10 years
later....


Metz

    One of the best pranks we pulled was on the fly in a friend's dorm
    room :
    
    Me and my running buddy Mike was in Kevin's room my senior year
    shooting the breeze, when this girl comes in and asks for our help in
    pulling a prank on her boyfriend, who was on the football team. He
    (forget his name) was coming by Kevin's to talk, and she wanted us to
    keep him occupied with his back to the door so that she could blindside
    him with a creme pie. We of course said no problemo.
    
    Then Kevin (a world-class instigator if there ever was one) has an
    inspiration. 
    
    He tells the boyfriend that his S.O. is looking to nail him, but
    *doesn't tell him when or where* - a classic double-cross.
    
    So the boyfried figures he'd get HER with a big wastebasket full of
    water. Kevin and I of course are only too happy to oblige.
    
    So now the boyfriend is talking to us while leaning against a desk near
    the door - with his back to it.
    
    He is also holding the bucket of water (but you couldn't tell from the
    outside of the room). 
    
    Anyhow, he's laying plans to ambush her in a few minutes when she
    sticks her head in and goes "Happy Birthday baby !", and BLAM !!!!
    
    Jams the pie in his face, with a twist for good measure. 
    
    And just as she's about to celebrate getting him - he turns around with
    the water.
    
    God, the look on her face was PRICELESS - WHOOSH !!!! He nailed her !
    
    The three of us are dying on the floor, the couple carry the war into
    the hallway where it got even better - like when he chased her around a
    blind corner and walked righ into another pie. Then she tried to hide
    in the ladies room from another soaking - yeah right ! He followed her
    in and baptised her but good !
    
    HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!!!!
    
    Doc

Doc's waters story reminds me of a GREAT prank during a summer job
in college.

I worked in the Waste Water plant in Glastonbury.  I had started out
two years earlier simply doing grounds and cleanup, but I had "graduated"
to working in the SPB building, where they used a lot of chemical
processes to separate solid waste from the water.

The building used to be the incinerator, back in the days whe you could
burn solid waste.  So, the center of the building was this huge 
non-functional incinerator, six stories high.  At every floor there was
metal grate flooring around it, and you could stand on 6 and see 
7 stories down into the basement (8 actually, basement was double-height).

Anyway, my buddy Murph and I worked there.  We'd known each other since
6th grade, he was going to BC, and the guys we worked with were
wicked practical jokers.

It was the hottest week in July, and it was a Friday.  Horseplay was
so taboo you could be fired on the spot, but we didn't care, and all
day long we'd had a running water fight with the regulars.  Of course,
there was plenty of water in this 6 story building, with hoses
and buckets galore!

By about 2pm Murph and I had managed to hold off the combined efforts
of the regulars, and they headed back to the main building on the
other side of the compound to goof off until 3:30.  Murph and I, summer
help, had to clean up.

Well, we clean up in about 20 minutes and he disappeared.  I found
him ten minutes later as I was looking for him.   I walked around the
corner and SPLASH, a full bucket of water all over me.  Worst I'd had
all day.

Murph took off.

For good measure I tried to get him with a hose a couple of times, but
missed.

So I thought for a minute, and had a GREAT plan.   First, I got a BIG
bucket of water, and went up to the 5th floor by the incinerator.
It was dark right next to the monster, so I put the bucket there.
Then, I ran down to the main exit at the second floor, and left.
There was a tunnel connecting the SPB to the utility building next door,
and I knew Murph had to be watching me leave and he felt safe.

I entered the utility building, went through the tunnel, and snuck
back in the SPB.  I silently climbed the back stairs to 5, and waited.
I knew that Murph would pretty much have to pass right below me on
2 when he left.

After about 15 minutes, I heard him getting ready to leave.  He was no
dope though.  He stopped just before the grating area, looked up and
around, saw nothing (I was pressed back against the monster), and
yelled "Frank, you still here?"


He took four steps, came into range, and I very gently started the
water on its journey.  The coolest part of the whole plan was that
Murph heard the water hit the grates above him, and looked right up, 
jaw agape, eyes wide.....


SPLASH.....


heh, heh, heh.......

    
    	Well, this isn't a college prank but it fits here.
    
    	7th grade gym class.  The big curtain, that unrolled from
    	the ceiling which separated the boys from the girls, was
    	up due to the gymnastics equipment taking up so much of
    	the gym floor.
    
    	At the end of class, our PE teacher would let us swing
    	on the rings for a few minutes.  A friend and I  got
    	another friend of ours swinging really high.  I mean,
    	he was practically hitting the roof.  Suddenly, I had
    	this thought.  I looked at my partner who was helping
    	me push my other friend.  I could tell by the look
    	in his eye that he had the exact same idea.
    
    	Ole Jay came flying by and we yanked his britches (underwear
    	and all) down around his ankles.  He was going so fast that
    	he didn't dare let go of the rings.  Plus, he was short so he
    	couldn't slow himself down by dragging his feet.
    
    	The girls were roaring their approval.  Eventually, he slowed
    	down enough to start thinking about letting go.  Greg and I
    	felt that this was a very good time to GET THE HELL OUTA THERE!
    
    	Claybroon

    
    That was me on those rings, Mr. Clay Wade!  I was so em-bare-assed that
    I had to change my name, move East, and undergo years of therapy.  Now
    that I know where you are I'm GOING TO HUNT YOU DOWN AND KILL YOU!!!
    
    BLAM!
    
    Freddy
    

Sorry to disappoint you Qwak but these pumpkins were donated by a local farmer
because they hadn't been purchased by halloween. They were uncarved so they 
wouldn't mess up the water in the pool too badly. 

I state again...there was no destruction involved...just an innocent prank...

Now, shouldn't you apologize for jumping to the wrong conclusion?

Metz

    
    Going back to the good ole High School days, I have dozens to think of
    but only a couple to write.
    
    Prank one: Our Chem teacher had mentioned a mixture of iodine crystals
    and pure ammonia would create a stable wet compound but when it dried
    it was a mild contact explosive. Nothing too serious just enough bang 
    to scare someone and put a big red iodine stain on them. Oh yeah it did
    do a nasty job on the flies in the chem lab. BOOM. I first borrowed
    some of each chemical and went to work on a small batch. It worked real
    well and I decided to use a testtube with a rubber stopper to prevent
    this stuff from drying prematurely in my pocket. Test run # 1 I put
    some on my sisters clog and went to school. There I booby trapped my
    buddy's locker so when he used the dial it would get him. Well this 
    lucky sole had used his other locker that day and someone I knew had
    brushed up against it while talking to a cutie and BANG it blew a small
    hole in his t-shirt and stained his arm but the noise in the hall was
    AWESOME! People scattered and I stayed calmly watching it all. My name
    was called over the PA to report to the principals office.S**T. It had
    seemed that my stupid sister had blown a hole in one of her socks as
    she stepped into her first clog and decided to scrape the rest onto the
    carpet at the top of the stairs. So now my Mom, Dad, dog and cat have
    set off little explosions and stained the carpet and Mom had seen
    enough. We went to gymnastics that night and booby-trapped the captains
    car. We covered the backside of the steering wheel and waited. He got
    in and started it up and nothing, it must have been wet. After he had 
    let his car warm up and started out of the parking lot the stuff dried
    as he drove past us WHHOOF a gigantic flash and smoke filled the car.
    Out he rolls and has red stained hands straining for us as we ran away
    hysterically.
    
    The highschool flag-pole kidnapping was great and the cemented for-sale
    sign in the courtyard was cute. But my next favorite was going to
    Andover High and painting their enormous blue and gold rock the colors
    of Tewksbury-red and white- and wrote our winning football score in 
    huge numbers and took the SAT test there the very next weekend.
    
    Anyone ever do anything like that ? Maybe I'll do another chapter ?!
    
    ML