One in particular I got into which sounds pretty funny now was in college. There was this guy down the hall from me in the dorms. He would come into my room and would wrestle with my roommate, often winding up on my stuff (like my recliner). I would tell him to leave my shit alone and do that immature shit somewhere else, but he didn't give a fuck. The straw that broke the camel's back was on a Sunday night when I returned from a weekend of visiting my family. I came back to my room to find the one cup I used for drinking water was halfway full of tobacco spit. I knew it was him because he was the only disrespectful mother fucker that would do something like that. I walked down the hall with the cup in hand and found he had left the door unlocked. I opened the door and found he was sleeping. I said, "Hey, you forgot your spit cup," and tossed the cup full of tobacco spit onto him while he was sleeping in bed. I walked back out into the hallway and waited because I knew it was about to be on. But he came out screaming so loudly at me that before any major blows could be thrown, the R.A.'s came and pulled us apart. Needless to say, he rarely came into my room again and didn't mess with any of my stuff again.