when I was a kid an old man yelled at one of my friends while we walked by, so we figured a good response was to come back to his house in the middle of the night, pee on his door, then ring and run. we did it every few weekends for a good two or three years. thing is, we could never remember exactly what house it was so there was a good five houses in a row that were all randomly subjected to this. those were good times