This hilarious event involved nary a drop of alcohol or puff of pot

I was RA for about a year of a very unique section at Westfield State's Davis Hall. Davis is one of the few halls on campus where students are separated by sex by floor - all the other buildings are blissfully and completely Co-Ed. This means I had a rare chance to be in charge of a bunch of guys...some of whom were upperclassmen, and really didn't give a rat’s ass about much of anything. However...this is about the "freshmen" (they're no longer freshmen now, fortunately) of my section, living in A Tower 1.

I was sitting in my room, writing a paper for my Media Criticism class, when I hear the sound of thunder outside my door. Now, thunder in Massachusetts is not unusual...except this was inside, and it was February.

Confused and disturbed by the noise, I went outside to see what was going on. I glanced up the giant stairwell, and was barely missed by a thrown can of shaving cream.

Good crap! Knowing exactly who was involved, I walked the short walk to my section, and knocked on the door of one of my residents, Busta. They refused, saying that I had girls with me. Beginning to become amused, I assured them that I didn't have anyone with me, and that there were no girls. So the door opened...

I was greeted by Mishki, a boy built like a wall. He was in junky clothes, and had swim goggles on...but that's not what sent me to the floor. It was the fact that he was covered, head to toe, with shaving cream, as were several of my other residents. He greeted me, and removed the goggles, revealing the only non-shaving cream covered part of his face.

I learned that the girls on the fourth floor had started a prank war with my boys...one that started out rather light, but had taken a turn for the worse when the girls, along with a note that described the state of their collective genitalia and butts, threw dirty snow into the boys’ rooms.

So, as a counter, my boys developed a rather clever shaving cream delivery system, which I described thereafter as the "Screwdriver Ignited Grenade" system.

The first stage of this attack had been a test, where Mishki went into one of the showers and tested the abilities of a trial-size shaving cream can. He hit the can once with the screwdriver, attempting to burst it...and it didn't. Confused, he did it again, and found himself with a rapidly released face full of shaving cream. The other section folk were pleased, so they implemented Phase Two.

This consisted of going upstairs, bearing two cans of shaving cream and two screwdrivers, sneaking up on the girls, and lobbing the cans in, generating a nice mess. Well, it worked. Using some amazing tossing skills, Mishki and Sonny (a National Guardsman) were able to toss the cans into the section, one going into a girl's room, and then hauled ass down the stairs, thus the thunder.

In the aftermath, I stood there, laughing trying to decide whether to be pissed, or proud. They'd pulled a brilliant prank, and I was quite pleased, in all honesty. And the results: well, I've photographic evidence of the battle, and it was a huge mess. White foam everywhere, from beds to computers to walls to ceilings. I never knew one can held that much shaving cream.

In the end, they did clean up their mess, but they taught me that day that good clean fun could be a blast -- in more ways than one. And now, you've got the perfect way to surprise your Prank War foe. Good Luck.