Put koolaid and dried milk powder under their sheets. Lots.
As they sweat in the night, it gets into their skin. The kool aid will turn them colors.
The milk powder, when contacted with human sweat, will go sour. They will stink for about a week!
Teehee!
http://www-personal.umd.umich.edu/~nhughes/htmldocs/pracjokes.html
I bow to you.
You are truly fucking disturbed.
I worship you.
Ah, I miss college…sometimes. I was in the honors dorm freshman year (don’t ask me, I’m still not sure how that happened) and we did all sorts of stuff: the talcum powder blown under the doors, full recycling containers of aluminum cans dumped down the elevator chute at 3 AM, “leaners” and, of course, pennying people in.
I loved pennying people in. It’s simple, quick and clean.
I like the grass, cool aid & milk ideas, though.
Another good one is to take the sample shaving gel/cream cans they give you and pound a nail in, then toss it into the room like a granade. The nail pops out and the can spins, shooting shaving shit everywhere. Lotsa fun.
In the interests of “returning” their shaving cream:
seal a legal sized envelope. Slit one short end. Fill with shaving cream. Slide the open end under the door. STOMP.
Quite effective, as it makes an imprssive spray pattern on the other side.
andygirl-you could always replace their conditioner with NAIR…ehehehhehe…
kelli–when I was at Leeds University (UK) two of my friends actually did this to another student; however, they took the added precaution of breaking down his door and pouring buckets of water all over the floor to “water” the seed. By the time he got home after Christmas the grass had grown to half-an-inch in length!
I don’t want to talk about how bad the room smelled, though.
A friend of mine told me about a really gross trick that the people in his dorm used to pull. They would take a dump on a piece of cardboard and squish it flat. Then they would slide it under their target’s door while he was sleeping. If they wanted to get really nasty, they would pound on the guy’s door in order to get him to run to see what was happening. If executed properly, the poor guy would step barefoot onto the cardboard before realizing what had happened.
This thread reinforces my belief that I did best by having an apartment in college, and I intend that my daughter will also… Seems to me the fine line between pranks and vandalism has been completely obscured here…
yeah, I’m an old poop…
See, that’s the problem. Old poop doesn’t work as well. You really need that fresh from the bowels, semi-diarhetic, gelatenous poop to be really effective.
Oh Ender, I just snorted my coffee!
You people are truly evil, I am honored to be in your presence.
I too left the dorms after one LONG year, to live in an apartment. Our dorms were pretty quiet, and nothing bad ever happened to me or my neighbors, because our RA partied with us almost every night, and she was rather stern (and an Amazon). My hubby & sis-in-law went to University of San Diego, private, quiet & Catholic. The dorms had armed security patrols, manned entrance desks 24 hrs a day in the girls dorms, etc. If you were out & about after, say, midnight, you’d better have a DAMN good story. May have been a downer in terms of good clean fun, but sis said she felt very safe, considering in CA you hear almost weekly about campus assaults & rapes.
The grass idea is fantastic, I wish I had someone to pull it on right now.
Wow, I’m glad I went to a small quiet school. The only time the people in my dorm (really a very large house) were woken up early in the morning, it was for the Champagne Breakfast–once a year, we would awake to the sounds of loud clanging on pots and pans and shouts at some ungodly hour, stumble downstairs in our pjs and enjoy a fabulous breakfast with champagne.
Loved that school.
Once when I lived in alternative housing on-campus, our brother house moved all of our living room furniture onto the roof of the house. It was very funny. We took pictures of it, and then told them if they didn’t take it back down, we’d call campus housing and rat on them. Well, we didn’t want to climb up on roof…
My parents feel the same way! After listening to the stories of my friends who live in the dorms–even the private dorm–I know I wouldn’t have been happy living on campus.
Don’t forget to check this thread on college pranks.
Those are some great revenge pranks. I favor a meld of two of them – the crickets and pennies ones.
First, get a few old socks and 3,000 crickets. Using the socks, block most of the space under their door. Push the 3,000 crickets, a couple at a time, through the remaining space, and when they are all through, block that space as well (to keep the crickets in the room). Once all those crickets get to chirping, it should get pretty deafening in there. It’ll take forever to hunt them all down and eradicte them, too.
…but cruel to the crickets.
(OK - so I’m humourless; I’ve had a shitty year that’s not getting any better - sue me).
We were much less creative, and limited our efforts to putting laxatives, diuretics and purgatives in people’s sugar and coffee jars. There used also to be something called “Carters Little Liver Pills” which were tasteless when dissolved in coffee or beer and turned people’s urine bright blue - deeply deeply effective. Sadly now out of production - so much for progress.
Going off at a slight tangent - chilli oil(odourless and colourless) in the underwear of the offending party is a satisfying revenge for faithlessness.
Aah, dorm pranks. Pennying people into their dorms was a favorite of mine. Plastic-wrapping their doors works well too, and you get a cool boing effect if they come charging out and you’ve done it well enough. Or for the truly creative, 2 layers of saran wrap, with those strofoam peanuts in between. Pranks like that are harmless and we’d always clean up ourselves so maintenance didn’t have to deal with it.
In one of the dorms I stayed in, the previous residents across the hall were punks (like punk music, not bad kids) and painted some band’s logo on their door. Don’t rememer which. The next occupants were these two squeaky clean teenybopper girls. They painted over the logo with white paint, but the logo showed vaguely through, and they were “creeped out” by it. These girls also had zero tolerance for anything. (I was never a loud partier or anything in college, but I wasn’t walking on eggshells either. Dropping my books should not cause the neighbors to bitch to the housing police!). A friend and I repainted the logo on their door, and when they got up the next day, they were amazed that the logo had “bled through” their coat of white paint! This went on for a good month. They’d paint over the logo, we’d repaint it, they’d freak out, paint over it… so on. They never caught on and finally gave up. Their door was getting hard to open with all that paint on it!
andygirl, one word…
land mines.
k… that might be a bit hard on the janitor… as an alternative, try this fav of my wifes:
2-3 guys living in a dorm room? Get your hands on a ‘positive’ home pregnancy test and in the dead of night, slide it under the door. The next morning, pandemonium. You may choose to include a note, “I know what you did this summer…”
This wouldn’t do much. NAIR needs to sit for a long time before it works. In the time it takes to use conditioner, it wouldn’t do any damage.
Damn! OH well…times like this makes me glad I’m still living at home…where the only vandalism I have to put up with is done by my two cats.
“In my own little corner in my own little chair…”