I know I wrote about this a couple years ago, but I thought I'd do it again. On Valentine's Day in 1989, my friend Mike and I, both of us bitter at the fact that neither one of us had ever had a girlfriend and convinced that the prospect of that changing was nil, decided to bombard every happy couple we saw on the street with soggy toilet paper and water-filled condoms from Mike's eighth floor dorm room. Petty? Yes. Nasty? You betcha. Kind of pathetic? Probably. But I have to admit, it was a hell of lot of fun too.