When I was a teenager. The rule was that I had to go to church any time the doors were open. My grandfather is a retired Nazarene Minister, so my Mom enforced this rule. Well I hung out with the Preacher's daughter and a few other kids from church. About every other weekend we would toilet paper someones house. Most of the time it was boys against girls. But every so often we would go after the Musical Director's house - he was single and annoyed by most of us. We were stupid and had to always clean up his house the next day.
One particular TP night, we went to my friend Tony's (guy) house with a full arsenal: TP, forks, egg, and shaving cream. You've seen how to do the TP, well we even did the cars. The forks are placed in the grass pointy side up and the shaving cream goes on the windows of the cars. Some one made the mistake of writing Gotcha on the trunk of the car with cream and it stained it for a long time. The eggs go in the drain pipes and behind bushes. I drove the get away car, which was a van - this is before mini-van's. It was a lot of fun until, we got called out at the beginning of Sunday School and were told we had to clean it up before the service started. After that TP-ing was never the same.
I have also been banned from practical jokes...but that will have to wait until April Fools Day.