Kids, this is a true story. Junior year, I had a corner room in Lawrinson. Two phys-ed majors transfered in from Alfred, and they got a corner room. These guys were jerks. Turned out they were stealing pot out of our rooms. How? When we'd go to the bathroom, one would serve as lookout and the other would make off with the goods.
Anyway, they were also pickup, well, not artists, but would-be, artists. Every now and then they got lucky. Problem was, they had no musical taste, no stereo, and nothing to set the mood. So, one fine Friday, one of the lugs asks if we can program some nice seductive music for him. Wires actually connected down the hall, the whole bit.
My roommate and I look at each other...how could we BE so lucky? So-o-o-o, we set the mood, some James Taylor, some Boz Scaggs. Then, just about the time we figure it's getting hot and heavy, we put on the most appropriate music we could think of--
Yoko Ono's 'Fly'. (Tom Waits hadn't been invented yet.)
This meatball is pounding at our door, we're, of course, high on weed and laughing hysterically.
Let that be a lesson to you. If you're gonna steal from your dorm mates, there just might be some Yoko Ono in your future.