Well, lookie what we've got here!

As I hope most of you figured out, I'm at college right now, and have been for the past 4 or so weeks. I went to the beach with my friends for a week (more precisely, the exact week before I left for college, as in, I got home, slept for a few hours, then boarded a plane), and then it was college time. I'm not comfortably set in Jacksonville University, and my major's Aviation (technically it's "Aviation Management with Flight Operations, but that's a mouthful) and my minor's probably going to be either Theater Arts or English. It felt kind of... odd I guess to be really limited down to the colleges that I could choose from not because of my ability, but because of where my major was being offered, but now I feel like I made the right choice. Anyway, that's a totally different story, as I just want to go into detail about what I did yesterday, which was most definitely one of the best days ever.

Well, about 2 or 3 weeks ago, I guess a fountain was being cleaned and as a result, there was foam inside it. It was a little too much, but it was enough for inspiration...

2 days ago, a friend comes into my room, telling me "Dude, we're going to CVS. Now." Of course, I asked no questions about it and proceeded to go. He told me that he had used dish detergent to fill the fountain, and he didn't like the effects of it.

Um, whoa. No shit Sherlock. It's a fountain, not a kitchen sink. If this is going to be done, it's going to be done well. I advise him that the least we should use is bubble bath, or that powdered laundry soap for best effect. For the "rough draft" version of it, we decided to use the bubble bath that we found. Now, I need to mention that he wouldn't let me buy the 78 ounce bottle of it because "that was way too big", as it figures in later in the story.

Anyway, so we pour the sucker in, wait awhile, and like the results. It's foamier than the previous attempt made by someone else, but not as foamy as we wanna make it. However, as it was considered "rough draft" night, we were happy with the results.

So the next day, we head off to Wal-Mart (because everyone knows that all great plans start at Wal-Mart first). We've got someone else in on it now, just because we can. So while there, I've forced them to go with powdered soap now. We're looking around, and are trying to decide on either the 200 ounce or the 158 ounce box, and then... the guy new to the operation finds a 30 gallon bucket of soap.

A. THIRTY. FUCKING. POUND. BUCKET. Glad we brought along the guy. What's ironic here is that the friend who didn't want to use 78 ounces the night before is totally for this one now.

While still in Wal-Mart, we're looking around the aisles, and something catches my eye. The Hellboy DVD.

Ok, that was because I wanted to buy a movie too, but then I saw something else. Powdered milk. So without any further delay, we get that, along with 4 bags of generic brand Fruit Loops.

I don't know how many people here have ever tried carrying a 30 pound bucket of anything halfway around campus, but it's hard. Especially when you're avoiding Public Safety, as they have no real sense of humor. The completely jaded by college antics punks... But anyway, we finally get to the first fountain of our choice. And of course, we throw that bucket in there and empty the mother. It's a beautiful thing as the foam already beings to build.

I hope no one forgot about the powdered milk and cereal, because the second fountain certainly won't. After throwing in the powdered milk, the fountain turned white (obviously), and it also smelled REALLY BAD. The cereal only made it worse, as it started to change colors. When that's settled, we decide to check in on the other fountain.

Good God. The foam was just about OVERFLOWING. And that can only mean one thing: jumping in the fountain and playing with it. Having prepared myself for that by wearing my swimsuit and having assured my entire party that we had put in enough soap to clean it of any leftover traces of urine, I went in it and played with the foam.

... Needless to say, there might be pictures of it that will now negate my chances of running for U.S. Senator. As I'm playing though, this drunk as hell guy and his girlfriend walk past. I'm not sure what was causing their weird look; the fact that the entire fountain was full of foam, or that some guy was playing in it. Naturally being curious, the drunk guy politely inquired, "What the fuck are you fucking doing?"




Pausing for a moment, I stood up and said, "What never see a guy have a bubble bath before?"


And after we did that, we broke into the pool (ie, hopped over the fence) and hung out there until 3:30. But the moral of the story obviously is:

While getting drunk can be fun, it's always much better to be creative with pranks if you really want a memorable night.

Or at least one that won't end up with you waking up to a fat chick.

~Ganonguy, a proud member of the "Merry Pranksters", the special forces/inner sanctum of Sigma Slut Delta.