When I was a freshman living in Deseret Towers at BYU, there were a couple of guys on my floor I instantly bonded with, since they too were from Illinois. They called me “DeKalb,” the town I was from.
One of these guys received his mission call to Toulouse, France. We of course were excited for him.
One day soon after he had been endowed, I walked over to one of the buildings at Heritage Halls where the girls in our ward lived, and noticed a strange sight in the parking lot to that building. There were tighty whities all over the place. There must have been like 30 pair. Some were stretched over the steering wheels of the cars; others were hanging from the car antennas or from tree branches.
On closer inspection, I saw that they all had my name, address and phone number written on them in black marker, together with various come-hither phrases. (Since my friend now had garments, he had no use for his old underwear.) I’ve often wondered what the girls who lived there thought about that. (Shockingly, none of them called me to ask me out!)
That was I think the funniest prank anyone has ever played on me.
What youthful hijinks were you subjected to–or subjected to others?