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Not quite so colorful but when I was in boarding school back east there was this really uptight pain in the ass faculty member / dorm supervisor that would always walk into our room (no door locks) without warning or knocking of any kind trying to bust us smoking weed or watching tv (prohibited electronics). So annoying! He would always be busting my chops because he knew we were up to no-good but could never catch us red-handed.

Finally, we had it with him and we were close to graduation and willing to take some risks so we lifted his car and rolled it upside down. Never got caught but those last few months were pure hell since he knew it was us and constantly tried to get us back.

Another time at that school the junior class was preparing for the big celebration day off where the seniors essentially passed on the torch of seniority to them. The would climb up a huge hill with a big rock at the top on which they would paint the class year. Tradition held that tons of booze would have to be secretly smuggled up there as the juniors would get the day off to paint and teachers would pretty much turn a blind eye - been going on that way for about a 100 years.

Well, we set off to find the secret booze stash. Took about three days of scavenging in the dark to find it but find it we did. We loaded it all up like we were VC carrying supplies on the Ho Chi Mihn trail, long poles across our backs and shoulders slinging cases of beer, bags of booze and carted it all down to our secret hiding area in an old outdoor hockey pond full of beavers. For science class I made my senior project a study of the beavers - you can see my destiny starting to formulate - and every class I would go down, grab some beers from the stash, and chase beavers up and down the pond in a little row boat.

Today, still drinking beer and chasing beav!

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