A friend and I sublet a nice crib from a prominent university professor in a prominent Southern city, for a summer. He summered in London. This was the Catdaddy – top floor with a view of downtown. I guess you would call it the Penthouse, although the elevator didn’t open in the foyer. 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 also had a 20-pound chunk of Deer 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 187 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 you wouldn’t believe the smell. Did we feel guilty?
Not Really!!
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hehehe.
This reminds me of a story over on Elisson’s blog… ah the sweetness (?) of revenge!
Man, you could’ve left a couple small tubs of night crawlers up there and accomplished the same damned thing.
Usin’ venicen as a time delayed stink-bomb just aint right…