My brother and several friends went to Texas (I went to U of H) back in the late 70s/early 80s, and I used to visit on some free weekends. One night my buddy Billdog told us about the tunnel system under campus. We took flashlights, went through a locked fence gate, and explored for a good three hours. Some of it was easy walking, other parts involved squeezing between a pipe and gate, or between pipes. I remember it was warm in there, but it was November outside.

We left our Little Kings bottles down there, and one friend got paranoid that someone might find the bottles and check for fingerprints. I remember asking, "Do you have your fingerprints on file somewhere?"

We probably should have hid the bottles better because I peed into two of them... ahhhh, good times!