I got hammered the night before a game in Lincoln and after the bars closed, stuffed a cast iron park bench that I had removed from the sidewalk into the elevator, took it to the top floor of the Cornhusker, found a flight of stairs to the roof, drug the park bench up to the roof (with the help of a friend), sat on the park bench on the roof and gazed up at the stars. Then before we went back to our room, we threw the park bench off the roof. The next morning on our way to the game, we noticed orange cones in the lobby and the green park bench had smashed thru one of the skylights and was hanging half in and half out, suspended 20 feet above the floor.
Totally classless and I'm not proud....ok maybe a little.
Edit: I actually went back to make sure the statute of limitations was up. This happened in 2003 when we ass pounded them.