I think I remember hearing a story about some lab in which everyone had agreed to go over to the fume hood if they had to fart. Apparently one day this one guy was so gassy that people in another part of the building (wherever the hood vented to... yeah) reported the smell to Environmental Health and Safety.
And this reminds me of the dorm locks we got sophomore summer at Dartmouth. I think the Jack O' Lantern had some "proximity card Karma Sutra" series of photos, although I couldn't find it in their online archive.
Piled Higher and Deeper describes my life... I really liked the one a couple months back in which Cecilia starts stapling Taco Bell job applications to the papers she's grading.