"Dammit Satan, you've got the luck of the devil........oh right, of course".
My old flatmate had a cross-bow, he loaded it with a biro once and fired it at me while we were drunk. It exploded on impact and left a big gash in my leg. I got him back though, I drew a big "Pierre the famous fighter pilot" moustache on him while he slept, he got up late for work and ran out of the flat without noticing. Tee hee!
I have one old drinking buddy called Adam and he's got a pair of big sticky out ears, but he's a great laugh and often takes the piss out of himself.
Once when he was drunk he fell asleep in the pub so we borrowed some bright blue nail varnish off a girl and painted both his ears with it.
Very funny.....for us anyway.