Once, after a happy night of smoking ourselves retarded, my friend and I decided to call it a night. He fell asleep pretty fast, and I just lay in bed with all kinds of entertaining thoughts running through my head keeping me awake. Had to something to get out the energy.
I went to the couch where my friend was totally zonked, and started stacking shit on top of his head. Several pairs of shoes, pillows, magazines, anything I could find that would even remotely stay balanced on his skull. I got shit stacked like four feet high until something fell over and he woke up. I shot behind the couch so he would have no clue what had happened, but I kept giggling like a godamn spongebob and gave myself away. That was a great night.