Nahmie writes:

The *fleet* at this time was Ford Model T's with
"gravity" dumps. However, one of the fixtures in the garage was an old
wooden chair, held together with twists of baling wire, nails, whatever,
with it's hidden secret being the nails in the seat were wired to a Model T
ignition coil, with the switch to turn it on being hidden on a nearby post.
For those not knowing, this coil was a vibrator, which when activated
produced high voltage spark until turned off. Yep, you guessed it, any
"newbie" got to sit in that mysteriously empty chair, given long enough to
get totally relaxed, then ZAP!

Ford Hotshot coil. Man, those suckers were fun. Unless you were the guy in the
clown suit for that day. One group, to be unnamed, at Kaneohe Bay liked to wire
a coil and 6 volt drycell into a wall locker (solid steel, of course). Dampen
the concrete floor (waxed and buffed to a high shine, but along about
Sunday...). Lay a wire in the damp, extending said damp to the front of the
locker. Another wire to the top of the locker. Wait until the owner came back
from the shower with feet still damp in flipflops. Laugh one's ass off.

Until, in one case, one of the ever-present jocks got ****ed at one of the
laughers, held him down and poured oil of wintergreen in the crack of his ass.

Ever see a tall skinny guy with one foot almost up to the showerhead and the
other on the floor, woofing away with the water set as hard a flow as possible?

Charlie Self
"Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen." Ambrose Bierce, The
Devil's Dictionary