Ball pit related memory: We were at chuckee cheese and the birthday boy started bleeding from his ears.
ACap: Lance, you are bleeding out of your head. Where your brain is.
Lance: So what am I supposed to do about it?
ACap: Stop playing in the ball pit. Kenny's mom is giving out quarters by the arcade. Go play games.
I've had a half assed ball pit in my apartment- people like it a lot.

That pit there in the picture was outside my room. The day after we blew it up the dean of students was walking his dog and passed the dorm and found too many explosives. He told us to clean up the mess in the pit so we came up with idea of laying a giant tarp in the pit, covering that drain there. Then we turned on all the sinks in the upstairs room and funneled all the water into the pit. We then had a pool instead of a pit. The campus cops got hip to this and told us we weren't allowed to re-engineer campus property. The wording there is intentionally vague. When they came by to stop our pit pool they also found out we had built lofts in our rooms (making them a sort of duplex). They also found out we had vacated one of the rooms and turned it into a bar. These were the halcyon days of the think tank for deadly sins.