During Greek Week, when the Fraternities are EXPECTED to toilet paper the Sorority they are paired with, we decided to do something special. The KKG house had huge stately oak trees out front. We used 8 cases of toilet paper and turned those babies into huge white balls. You could not see the trees. In addition, one of our brothers worked in a data processing facility and they had these 6' x 3' x 3' blocks of compressed shredded paper they got rid of regularly. We took three of them and were amazed how much they "decompressed." We put the entire front yard in shredded paper two feet deep.
Our Little Sisters decided to make us "special brownies." They were laced with LOTS of Ex-Lax. Our President, Steve, ate so many he was actually hospitalized. We got back at them by telling them to show up dressed to the nines for our annual group photo. We had them line up on our upstairs balcony, locked the doors, and then had Steve hose them down.
Ah, memories...
During semester breaks, it wasn't unusual for students to stay on campus and party rather than going home or actually finding gainful employment for a few days. At the end of one semester, with the money run out and several days to pass before classes resumed, an ad appeared in the campus paper promoting the "Cuba Book Drive". Students were urged not to re-sell their used textbooks back to the nasty capitalist book stores, but, as a sign of their solidarity with the workers of Cuba, to donate them instead to the Cuba Book Drive.
The books could be dropped off at any number of collection points around campus whence they would be forwarded to Cuba for use in that socialist paradise. It occurred to one of my fraternity brothers that the leftist campus establishment was dangerously naive and that it was our sacred duty to help them shape up. We carted off (and re-sold) enough books to buy all our beer for the entire second semester.
Late one night while emptying the book depository in the Arts & Sciences building, we were caught by the janitor (as I recall, he had the Marine Corps emblem prominently tattooed on one arm). Thinking we were agents of the Cuba Book Drive, he explained in no uncertain terms what he thought of communist sympathizers, hippies, homo's, druggies, and the like. When we explained that we weren't hippies, just good ol' boys committing grand larceny for beer money, he helped us haul the books out to the loading dock.
Those were the good old days.
Our college had a siren on the scoreboard to signal the quarters, etc. for football. We "borrowed" it one night. The coach didn't find out about the missing siren until the next game. A bunch of guys with a siren obviously has something with serious potential.
The siren ended up on the roof of the high rise dorm hooked up to a timer set for 3:00 am. Of course we relocked the penthouse door after we setup the siren. The college called in the fire department after they found the door locked with the siren screaming. The fire department freaked out after spotting the shoe box with the innards and the timer, made out of an old electric alarm clock. They thought it was a bomb. One of the firemen finally had the sense to pull the plug out of the wall.
Needless to say we kept the frick as we used to call it to ourselves.
KKG!?