We stripped them down and left them in a cornfield 25 miles from campus

What started off as a normal day of college fun quickly made me the target of a pretty painful prank.

It started when some friends and I, we'll call them A,B,C, and D were finally finished with our finals. After finding out that I had just barely made the 3.00 average necessary to maintain my scholarship, I decide to celebrate with liquor. So, we roll to the liquor store to get some Bacardi and coke. (Mind you I had never touched alcohol prior to that day).

Within minutes, of sippin my first Bacardi, I was feeling warmth arising in my stomach. This warmth quickly spread to my other limbs and before I knew it, I was stretched out across my bed. And the ceiling was spinning.

At first my friends decided that it was funny to do typical things like throw the flashlight at me and occasionally splash me with water. But as I kept drinking and got drunker and drunker, they decided to take the pranks to a whole new level.

First, one of them grabbed me and tied my feet up. Being totally intoxicated, I had no idea what was going on at first, but when it had registered, I started to fight wildly. But, that didn't help, because my feet were already tied. Immediately, I tried to pry them off of my arms, but I was totally overcome by the liquor to the point where I could not move too well or see too clearly for that matter. Then, the four of them tackled me and tied my hands up too. With me totally helpless, they put their plan into action.

Two of them lifted me by my feet and two of them lifted me by my hands. They took me into the stairwell and tied my hands to the door and my feet to one of the banisters. I began kicking and fighting trying to get out, but it was no use, the knots were too tight. Just then D had another idea.

"Pants him!" I heard him yell.

At this point, I was totally incapacitated and was trying to fight as best as I could. But again it was no use. Two of them held my legs so I couldn't move and the other two snatched down my pants and off they ran. So there I was tied to the door and banister with my pants around my ankles on the third floor of my dorm with nowhere to turn.

A couple people walked by and laughed at the sight of me in such a helpless state. But, after maybe 15 minutes someone who lived on my hall cut me loose.

The story doesn't end there though . . . cuz payback is unkind and vengeful.

For the next few days I pretended like everything was cool and that I wasn't angry. (All part of the perfect revenge). Then we left campus for the fall semester.

When we returned, I still played like everything was ok, but I was just biding my time.

One Saturday evening and I didn't have to work at the Winn Dixie Super market, so we decided to go out and party. Little did the four of them know I had revenge on my mind.

But, that was just the beginning of my pranks. I went to the store and ordered a large amount of Bacardi and suggested we go back to the dorm and get lit before heading out.

At the dorm, I kept fixing drinks, but I was really drinking water from my other bottle of "Bacardi" that was half full (I had planted it the night before in my room). After they drank nearly 3/4 of the bottle, they were wasted. Of course, I was still sober. I told them I would go get some pizza to soak up that alcohol. I waited for about an hour and almost like I planned, all except A had passed out. But he was so gone, I wasn't worried.

I called my fraternity brothers whose assistance I had solicited to help me execute the prank. We carefully lifted each one out of the dorm and placed them into the back of my frat brother’s van. When A asked where we were going, we told him out to party and we just kept giving him more drinks (stupid prick, he trusted us and drank them). We drove around until he passed out. Then, the three brothers and myself drove them to a cornfield 25 miles from campus, stripped them to their underwear and left them there.

And I am telling you, that $15 spent hiring them to help do the job was worth it. Hey, for $5 each, they helped me taste sweet revenge. And guess what? ABC and D never tried another prank on me because they knew that I was on my p's & q's.

Well, I better not speak too soon, I'm still watching out. Never know when they might strike back.