i think myself lucky that theres no kids like i was where i live.... me and my mates used to wipe dog **** on peoples gate handles then throw stones at the windows and stand there.... when the poor bastard that lived there came out shaking his fist we would then tell him to **** off so we got a chase, but when he ran to his gate and opened the handle they used to stop in there tracks and look surprised as they opened there gate.... we couldnt run for laughing.....

funny as **** at the time and me and my mates still talk about it now, but iam dam glad ive not had the same done to me
p.s the look on this guys face as he smelt the funky smelling brown stuff on his hand is still imprinted on my brain now.. :lol: :lol: