Dude, So was I. But I always take the jokes of rivals with deadly seriousness!
I almost got expelled from seminary for all the practical jokes I pulled on the female students. But these capers added high drama to our daily studies and ultimately bonded us all together in deeper friendships.
OK, just one example. The women were all attending a concert in Hollywood. So my buddy Lynn and I found a female spy to let us into the room of two girls we really liked. We planted one alarm clock under their clothes in the closet and set it for 3 AM. We placed another alarm under a bed and set it for 4 AM. It was fun fo wait outside in the dark and see the lights suddenly come on at 3 AM! They had no idea who did it. But the next day, Lynn and I sat at a table next to these girls at breakfast in the cafeteria. I remarked within earshot, "Ah, it was great to get a good night's sleep last night." Then I stretched dramatically and the girls glared suspiciously.
Not content with this, Lynn and I sent this memo to all students: "Due to an unforutnate incident in the women's dorm this weekend, I have no other recourse but to ban all males from entering the premises. I am sorry to take such drastic action. But under the circumstances, I really had no choice." Then we carefully forged the dean's signature, "Robert M. Schaper." In fact, we merely sent this memo to all the women and their male friends.
It was good that we forged the dean's signature because the women checked it against the signature in the school bulletin. Only then were they convinced that it was real. They were outraged that their boyfriends couldn't enter their dorm and that they were being blamed for someone else's caper. Mild mannered Christian vigilantes then formed a lynching party and stormed towards the dean's office. Fortunately, we had tipped off his secretary about our caper. The dean seemed to find this amusing, though he sternly warned us not to do it again. We of course agreed. Why would we want to pull the same stunt twice?
That Valentine's day, we tried to make it up to our women by anonymously sending them long-stem roses. the women thanked their boyfriends who blankly betrayed their lack of thoughfulness. So these guys were mad at us for making them look bad. I was only 21. But I decided then and there that life is more fun if ou don't try to please everybody. Hnece, my style on this site.
Don