Stupid College Pranks (conclusion)  

keithcancook 60M
10828 posts
4/16/2005 9:43 pm
Stupid College Pranks (conclusion)

Tom was not as cool headed as I was and almost immediately began yammering and panicking. He wanted to use the secretary’s chair to bash our way out. When he realized that that would only make matters worse, he commenced to moaning and groaning about being expelled, his parents furious, his future ruined.

Jeeze, it was bad enough already and now my partner was falling apart. I calmed him down and had him sit in one of the chairs opposite the secretary’s desk.

I went and sat in the secretary’s chair. I wanted to get a good look through that desk. Hopefully there would be keys in there. First drawer, nothing. Next drawer, Bingo!

A huge key ring appeared and it was loaded with keys. There must have been at least 30 different keys of all shapes and sizes. Next to it was an identical ring with about half that many. Jackpot!

When Tom saw me pull those two handfuls of keys out of that drawer his eyes lit up and he pumped his fist in the air. He was jubilant. We each took a ring and began at different doors. Hurriedly trying each possible key on the ring on that door caused me to lose my place and I had to go back a few keys all over again. When none of them fit I was sure that I missed the right key somehow and started all over again. Carefully and with patience this time around.

I met with the same result…none would turn the lock. Tom was having similar luck with his keys. We switched sides and tried every key in every door. Nothing worked.

Deflated again Tom sat down and started complaining. Blaming me for ruining his life or some such shit. (little did I know it then, but I would hear the exact same words from my ex-wife).

I saw nothing else to do but go back to the desk and go through that sucker with a fine toothed comb. I managed to find some more keys of the type that would fit the door and we tried those only to end with the same result. We were still trapped!

Feeling pretty deflated myself I slumped back into the secretary’s chair. I began mulling over my best prospects for getting out of this without any of those things Tom was worrying about coming true.

What to do? Should I put my shirt over my head and rush the door when first it opened the next day. Then run down the hallway bound down the stairs and keep on running? I would probably give the secretary a heart attack with my luck.

Perhaps a more honest approach. Give her a sob story and hope she lets us go. Hmm. Definitely rushing the door was the better chance.

As I sat there mulling over these thoughts I was sullenly staring at the desktop. Aha! I have it! The solution to all our problems!

There on that desk sat an ordinary object. Just sitting there like …uh duh Keith…I was waiting for you to figure it out. A telephone! I grabbed the receiver and dialed over to the dorm. I was going to call in a rescue team from across the parking lot!

Now as I said earlier in part one of this story our dorm had a reputation. It was a party dorm and they were going nuts over there that night. It was one of the oldest dorms on campus and was not wired for telephones in the rooms. There were pay phones on each hall and you had to hope someone would answer and then go get the proper party.

When somebody finally answered she could hardly hear me over all the noise and confusion. We had all just returned from the dance and everyone was partying. It took ages for Ron to get to the phone and when he finally did come I had to repeat myself over and over to get him to fully understand my predicament and what I needed him to do. He was totally wasted and at first did not understand what I was saying to him and when he finally did he didn’t believe me.

He said he was too drunk to climb the building but he would send his roommate. My heart sank. This guy had never climbed the building before. His nickname was “Dickweed”, I kid you not.
( Most of us had nicknames that were given to us. Mine was “Crazy Keith” ).

I was desperate and in no position to argue. They hung up the phone and all Tom and I could do was sit and wait and hope. About 45 minutes later I heard Ron’s voice calling from outside the window. Elated, I hugged him as soon as he opened the door. Dickweed was with him and the four of us went back over that desk in a hurry and escaped. That desk was totally trashed after four drunks crawled over it twice. I did notice that that particular window stayed closed for the rest of Spring Semester LOL.

I never climbed that building again. THE END.

RickHunter101 32M

4/17/2005 12:29 am

Dang you were called crazy keith for a reason that for sure.

expatbrit49 62M

4/17/2005 5:42 am

Funny stuff man and a good story to tell your kids, after they have finished collage

Thank You for Your Time and Attention

keithcancook 60M
17841 posts
4/17/2005 7:25 am

Oh I have tons of "crazy keith" stories Rick. I got that nickname in high school. A few of my friends from there went to the same university as I and they brought my nickname with them. It had no problem sticking with my new friends at college!

mi_mwpm 51M

4/17/2005 8:28 am

Loved it Keith. Don't have anything quite like THAT from my college days, but we had a good time those 4 years.

keithcancook 60M
17841 posts
4/17/2005 10:38 am

mzhuny, you sure know how to brighten a guys day from far away! (I wish you were "Georgia" too, lol)

papyrina 51F
21133 posts
4/17/2005 4:47 pm

ok swearing seems to work,balls this is my third time on here,bollocks,bollocks

I'm a

i'm here to stay

scubasnack2005 58M/58F

4/17/2005 8:18 pm

I saw Spiderman, the movie.

It was obviously a knockoff/remake of Keith's college antics. TOBEY MAGUIRE has nothing on this guy.

We love your blogs, Keith. Keep on writing! Great job!

keithcancook 60M
17841 posts
4/18/2005 6:00 pm

Aww thanx scubasnack. These are the comments that can prompt me to react. I wish you guys would start a blog. The comments you have left in mine are great and very creative and expressive (and amusing). Therefore I believe that your blog will be the same.

sexyfitwoman, my parents did survive them and live still. (My mother is nothing less than the greatest woman walking). Actually, they do not know of the two stories from my earlier period. (I may send them over in an email, since they are so well written lol). I never did tell them about nearly falling to my death in Belgium, nor about my escape from the annex building. In fact, they don't know much about any of my more nutty adventures.

playfulwithyou33 56F
961 posts
4/21/2005 3:28 am

LOL at "dickweed" and offers her shoulder for when you need to cry (or laugh) about how you screwed up their lives. Hey, they need to take responsibilities for their own

sportyfun56 106M

4/21/2005 6:34 am

Ok we need to know more of your 'Crazy' antics... it'll help me to remember more of my own... lol

toothysmile 50M
16515 posts
10/13/2005 2:47 pm

Makes me want to write about a thing or two from my college days...

thanks, Crazy Keith.

keithcancook 60M
17841 posts
11/1/2005 10:29 am

Hello again toothy! You have made The Venting Blog basement tour a mission of yours I see.

keithcancook 60M
17841 posts
9/4/2007 11:01 pm

How did you get down here unnoticed, candysoveryverysweet?

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