Tie between the illicit snagging of the Fuelman (from the glorious 4-corner / Chicken-on-a-stick Exxon) with spiderslacker, and the sweat and hardwork it took to steal the vintage wall ashtray out of the women's bathroom in Bryant during class one day. I had to use a screwdriver AND a wrench to steal that bitch approximately 100 yards from the Dean of the Department's office. Fortunately, that bitch didn't have to pee while I was there.
The numerous McAlister's numbers that I occasionally snagged when they forgot them on our table. (lame)
All y'all's hearts, mofukas!