Man, this brings back the memories. RJ loved spraying a giant flaccid schlong and nuts on the back doors of the girls' societies on campus. Every weekend, he'd be doing it. Late at night, we're all chilling, feeling good, and the Hebrew Hammer would sneak back to his bedroom. Soon thereafter, he'd appear in camouflage clothes, spray paint can in hand. He'd smirk and say the same thing every time, "All right, dudes, be out for a while. Don't stay up." And he'd be gone.
Next day, the campus would be aghast at the monstrous dong RJ had painted. I'm telling you, the Hebrew Hammer had a knack for drawing pearl necklace puffers. Always added extra girth and veins, with a chunky mushroom cap. And the balls he'd illustrate -- you wouldn't think it would be possible to draw such real looking tea bags with a can of spray paint. The final product was usually pretty upsetting. That's how talented he was. RJ was very talented.
Anyway, every week RJ would paint his dicks and and the stuck up southern belles would get all hysterical, as they are accustomed to do. Campus police would be called and Spanky -- tired old fart who worked out in the Facilities Department -- would show up with his own paint can and cover up RJ's latest magnum opus, muttering to himself the whole time.
The administration tried hard to stop to it. Even went so far as to release a psychological profile of the culprit the campus had nicknamed the "Dong Desperado" (RJ was proud of that title) -- said it was likely the work of a "profoundly disturbed individual with an insatiable need for attention and a fixation on the male reproductive organs." But they never could catch the Hebrew Hammer. I'm telling you, the guy is slicker than a harpooned hippo on a banana tree. A real master.