A friend and I sublet a nice crib from a prominent university professor in a major Southern city, for a summer. He summered in London. It was on the top floor with a view of downtown. I guess you would call it the Penthouse, although the elevator didn’t open in the living room.
We had some good times. Damn good times!
After a couple of months, we were asked to leave. No problem, we were always on 10, we had it coming.
We had a 20-pound chunk of Deer in the freezer. I hate deer, that’s why it was still in the freezer.
So…
We took that slab of deer, removed the top panels on the roof of the elevator, climbed up and secured it. Bolted everything down, and broke for cover.
This was in August, and it had to be 200 degrees inside the elevator shaft.
Obviously, you can guess the rest. The elevator went from LL to the Top all day long, for days, and basically fumigated the whole building.
Damn – I think we got ‘em. We did a recon about a week later, and felt guilty.
Not Really!!!!!
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What a waste of good deer! I’m disappointed, yet, what a great prank. I’m mildly impressed at the same time, a paradox to be sure. Just Damn!
My brother had a buddy who was an ex-Navy Seal–trained in covert urban tactics. When his landlord screwed him over, he got even with a bag of instant cement poured into a strategic location of building’s water main. He apparently knew the damage wouldn’t be covered by the owner’s insurance, too. You gotta watch out who you mess with sometimes!