In college my friends and I always try to make the classes go by quicker so we occasionally play games.

We were really bored and stupid but we played the "PENIS!" game.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with it:
First person whispers Penis, then the next says it louder, then so on and so forth, until sommeone is screaming it.

This is really dumb because this was in class. Anyways, we started playing this and pretty soon it was my turn and I had to yell real loud. Unfortunately it was loud enough to get 120 students to look in my direction. My friends and I turned beat red and we got up to leave( from the embarassment). Then my friend said to the proffessor as we were leaving "He has Turrets Syndrome" I was already out the door and In the hall but heard this and decided to play it a bit further. So I yell, "Cock, Shit, Lick that Pussy, Motherfucker!"

The class erupts in laughter and the proffessor hasnt said a word the whole time, he's just in shock.

The next week the proffessor calls me over after class and says his daughter has turrets syndrome. He said he didnt appreciate me making fun of his daughter. I of course did not know this and apologized on the spot.

He however wanted to stage something with this turrets. This is Pyschology by the way. We talked about what we could do to Prank the class.

So, during the next class...he told me to say something crude every 5 minutes or so. Not yelling it just saying it, slightly loud.
Then he told me to totally erupt about 30 minutes into class. I, obviously rehearsed stuff i was going to say first.

So I totally started yelling " Holy shit you stupid MotherFucker! You can lick my balls proffessor......." Just insult after insult....People were in complete shock, some people were snickering. Then I got up and started walking to the door to leave and we had the proffessor push me into the doors and we both left the classroom. I kept yelling profanity and tried making a ton of noise....like crashing and chairs moving or whatnot, while he took off his jacket( which exposed a previously torn dress shirt) and he loosened his tie. He also put on just a tad of ketchup on the corner of my lip. This took about 30 seconds....

Then he yelled, "NO MORE! Get back to class"

I walked in first with a 'bloody mouth' and people were gasping... Then the proffessor walked in all torn up and sweaty looking(water).

The room just erupted in gasps and chatter. Some girls asked the proffessor if he was Okay and whatnot...

All he said was, "Sorry for that."

Then towards the end of class I yelled, "You stupid mother fuckers. We got you!"

People still talk about it....

Ahhh memories

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