This thread makes me laugh. I have always been a part of hazing, on either end of the joke. I'm 33 now and still get some kicks with this kind of humor. Once you laugh at it, it's always funny after that.
I grew up in the school of hard knocks. I lived at an orphanage and we hazed and got hazed, with no real organization to it. Someone would dare, someone else would follow through, and sometimes someone else would follow through better just to prove he could. Other times it was involuntary. If you got us all locked down, then you can expect to be held down when you're going to sleep as a few others beat on you, sometimes pretty bad. We called that a blanket party, because the blanket was what was used to hold you down and/or cover your face.
The jokes never end. At my old job one guy ended up running around in the middle of a field butt naked screaming and wailing because we started pelting him with mud when he was trying to change clothes behind his truck. I nearly died laughing so hard. Even the girl on the crew, after being horribly mortified, started laughing. It was just too ridiculous. I mean, he ran all over the place and even tried to get another girl's attention as she was driving by
At another job I used to sneak up on this one girl all the time. She would freak right the fuck out and I would crack up. She finally got a mirror for her desk, which we both laughed about.
There were some school jokes of course. One time someone got the bright idea to rub his nuts, then scrub his fingers on the ground and then try to shove his fingers in an unsuspecting guy's mouth. This went on for a few days. Needless to say I had my hand over my mouth for that whole week when I was in that class.
I don't think of it as bad, it's just a part of growing up. I feel sorry for no parties involved and don't really regret the hazing I received either. I chalk it up to life experiences. Then again, I've also done much more laughing than grumbling, since I was usually one of the bigger guys where ever I went
