Winter of my junior year I went to London for two weeks for an intercession study abroad. A large portion of those of us going banded together to be branded as the party kids as opposed to the endlessly studying kids and the kids who were somewhere in between. Marco was arguably one of the craziest in the bunch though I was the most infamous for missing class and being horrendously hungover.
Marco, however, constantly wanted to play pranks on people. This usually came in the form of smacking people in the face with a fistful of baby powder, or dumping a bag of quarters on top of them while they were sleeping. But he made a special exception for me. One day when I was in the shower he stole all of my clothes and my towel and dropped them in front of my dormroom door, fully intending on forcing me to come out into the hallway stark naked. After panicking for a minute I took down the shower curtain and went to retrieve my things. He hadn't realized I could do this so I avoided the naked pictures and half a dozen people waiting to see me come out as such.
I replaced his shampoo with maple syrup and some other stuff. I never found out if it worked.
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