The Onion just did an article in which Bob Marley's ghost returns to liberate the frat boys at my alma mater. Seriously though, the frat boys at William & Mary were surprisingly meek. I remember one stopping me on the way back from the library one night. He was drunk and attempting to be harassing.
Him: Hey, give me your beer.
Me: What are you talking about?
Him: Uh, give me your money.
(and then I walk away, and the scene ends.)