After a night at the bars, we stuck bottle rockets under the doors of several of our section mates in Flanner. I sprinted down the hall with a lighter in my hand igniting each bottle rocket in succession. The rockets shot into the rooms of our sleeping section mates and exploded. I was chased down the hall by one particularly angry guy when I suddenly realized I still had some ammo in my hand. I stopped, turned and pointed a lit bottle rocket at my pursuer. I chased him back to his room and the rocket took-off just as he was closing the door. I was later told the bottle rocket bounced of his wardrobe and hit him in the leg just as it exploded. Three of us were asked to leave Flanner as a result of this incident.
The following year, while living off-campus, a room-mate passed out on the sofa. We piled living room furniture on top of him and shot empty beer cans off the top of his head with a BB gun.