Most of mine come from my first year at uni where it was 8 guys and 1 girl sharing a 3 storey house.
I remember one occasion where we all got home drunk one night and turned the house into what looked like a spiders nest. Several rolls of sellotape later and we had to climb through the hallways, empty vodka bottles and cans suspended in front of you.
I woke up the next day to find an old letter saying we had prospective students being shown around the house in about 15 minutes! Everyone running around the house with scissors and knives was... interesting.
Fireworks were also a problem... especially when toilet roll is tied to them (it catches on fire) and end up in your landlords garden (who lives next door), or some bright spark decides tin-opening empty beer cans and fitting them to rockets and running for cover.
I remember one occasion where we all got home drunk one night and turned the house into what looked like a spiders nest. Several rolls of sellotape later and we had to climb through the hallways, empty vodka bottles and cans suspended in front of you.
I woke up the next day to find an old letter saying we had prospective students being shown around the house in about 15 minutes! Everyone running around the house with scissors and knives was... interesting.
Fireworks were also a problem... especially when toilet roll is tied to them (it catches on fire) and end up in your landlords garden (who lives next door), or some bright spark decides tin-opening empty beer cans and fitting them to rockets and running for cover.