Moog
I lived for a year at university in the same halls of residence that Prince William later lived in. My corridor was cursed by a particularly offensive twat nicknamed Moog and, come to think of it, he did look about as dense as his Will o' the Wisp namesake.

We all soon tired of behaviour like waking everyone up in the middle of the night by kicking holes in the walls or setting off fire extinguishers, leaving two foot long logs sticking out of the toilets, and nicking everyone else's food from the fridge. So I bought a pint of milk, laced it with washing up liquid, labelled it with my name, and left it in the fridge. As luck would have it not half an hour had passed before Moog could be heard going into the kitchen boasting to his mate about his fridge raiding habits. The sound of the fridge door opening was followed a few seconds later by violent retching and swearing as he learned about the sanctity of other people's property the hard way.
( numberbruncher - correct by nature, Fri 14 May 2004, 1:29, Reply)