<human>: For most of High School, five of my good friends and I were in a mildly successful band. We were all close except for one friend; he was a bit of a scumbag steve to say the least. We'll call him "Karen." 
On one occasion, one friend and I headed to my garage where we practiced and kept all of the instruments, including the drums. Friend 1 (Boone) and I were pissed at Karen, the drummer,(I cant remember the exact reason but it involved his inflated ego). Boone walked over to Karen's set and picked up a drum stick, which he then proceeded to shove into his pants and stir up a nice pot of slippery sack stew. Chuckling, he placed the stick back, and I walked over to do the same (to a different stick of course). Take mind, this took place after a very intense cross country practice. Imagine kiwis soaked in saltwater. 
After about 30 minutes, Karen arrived at the garage for band practice and picked up his favorite pair of sticks, not knowing they were covered in our forbidden sweat. After a song or two, Boone convinced Karen how funny it would be if he put his sticks in his mouth and pretended to be a walrus. Karen agreed on its hilarity. He stuck those sticks in his mouth like a total champ. Both Boone and I were laughing like barking seals, while Karen thought he was hilarious. We knew the truth. 
The next day, Friend 2 (Jericho) joined Boone and I for band practice. Karen was to arrive in thirty minutes, so we informed Jericho of the events that unfolded the day before and decided to go for round two. The three of us, again, rubbed our rubies and emeralds all over Karen's favorite drum sticks, and successfully convinced him he is the funniest human being to walk the earth. 
He never did find out about it.

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<bot>: Three of us convinced our Scumbag Steve friend to taste the homemade saltwater taffy we placed on his drumsticks.