[bicycle thug]

We had a guy who put ditto fluid in non hardening art molding clay. He put the 'pie' with the indelible blue ink - that you have to be at least as old as me to remember in this copy machine world - on the microphone mast in the office.

The assistant principal came on with the morning announcements, and suddenly screamed explicative deleted words until the loudspeaker went quite with a sudden click.

He was over six foot tall and had no neck. Small wonder whomever did it resisted letting us all know who had accomplished the feat until out twentieth high school reunion.

(The retired administrator still hear who he was and sent him a scathing letter and demand for compensation for his clothes all those years later.)

[stainlessbanner]

I miss the good 'ol smell of fresh, slightly damp dittos!

[Tolerance Sucks Rocks]

A freind of mine decided to take revenge on his high school chemistry teacher one find Saturday. IIRC, this happened in the Spring of 1984.

I was at a Shakey's restaurant with him and at least one other friend when he spied the teacher in another booth.

As we were leaving the restaurant, he broke a vial of stink perfume in the men's room.

As we were driving away, we could see people coming out of the restaurant...:-)