When I was living in the dorm in college, we would play practical jokes on each other. This was my favorite. After I was sure that my friend Geretta had gone to bed, we would "wrap" her door with newspaper. So when she opened the door the next morning, all she would see was newspaper. After we did that a couple of times, we put stuff in front of the newspaper (trash cans and brooms). It didn't turn out so well, though, because she didn't know it was there, and she busted through the newpaper like a football team busts through a banner at the beginning of a football game. Poor thing. She was always hurting herself one way or another, though. Those are all pictures of soap opera hunks on the wall.