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In the biggest classroom at CSU (maybe holds around 200-275?), I had a class every dubbed "sex class" (psychology of human sexuality). In the middle of class one day, this guy comes in, completely naked, but wearing a gas mask, painted in black from his head to about mid-thigh, runs up to the front of the class, does a little dance, and runs out the other door. Everyone was silent for about thirty seconds, and then we all laughed for like five minutes. The prof laughed so hard he was crying, and then sweared that he didn't plan it (we had recently studied people who are into that stuff).
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