These are tame in comparison to some of the above, but here goes....

A favorite stunt in my dorm was stealing a guy's mattress. It would generally be placed somewhere just a bit out of the way--on the next floor (up or down), on the fire escape, in a shower stall, etc. There were various other pranks of this sort, generally referred to as "ballbusting," and one quickly learned to keep his room door locked whenever he wasn't inside. Even being two or three doors away was a risk if the door was unlocked, as something could be spirited away.

One fellow was known as "The King of the Ballbusters," a well-earned reputation for all he did. One evening, he was getting ready to go to a movie with his buddies. I heard his door open and close, but not lock! I heard his footsteps toward the bathroom, and the bathroom door open and close. I went into the hall (locking my door, of course) and tried his door. Sure enough, he hadn't locked it. Knowing there was very little time, I simply put his mattress, sheets and all, into the closet in his room. I then went back to my room and practiced my innocent look.

He came back from the bathroom, into his room, and hollered out my name. He came to my room and asked, "Okay, where is it?"

"Where is what?"

"You know what--my mattress."

Naturally, I denied knowing anything about it, and naturally he didn't believe me (I had a bit of a reputation, too). By now his friends were there, wanting to hurry up and get to the movie on time. He insisted on looking in all the usual places for his mattress until there was no more time, they had to leave now. He then opened his closet to get a tie.

He was really ticked off at having been fooled with the thing virtually under his nose the whole time. The next morning there was a "Declaration of War" on my door. ______________________

One thanksgiving weekend I was one the few who stayed in the dorm, and my girlfriend from out of town came to visit. After hanging around for the evening with a couple of my buddies who also stayed, we went to bed. I had amorous intentions, but was interrupted every two minutes by knocking on the door. After the first several times I stopped answering, but the mood in the room had been disturbed. Nothing I could do then, but some time later...

One of my door-knocking buddies had his girlfriend in from out of town for the weekend. I put a sign on his door that said, "Fellas--my girlfriend is spending the night, so please don't bust my balls." Of course, any hint of weakness--like this request--was just asking for it.

I spent the evening simply sitting in the hall outside my room door, and watched four or five guys give him hell outside his door.