Heee, when we went to grad night senior year of HS it was the night dude got decapitated by crawling onto the top of the Eiffel Tower elevator car. There was a big tarp over the elevator, and some murmurings about what happened, but it was pretty much kept on the down low.
I know, not funny, but as asshole kids we had some great jokes that night.
How did I ever get a reputation for a twisted sense of humor?
