The acquisition of a dining room table

Here is a tale from my second year of Uni. One of many tales that occured, but one of only a few I can actually remember. Seriously, it was a year full of drunkeness and debauchery, probably the most of my entire life...wait, no, South Korea was worse.
Anywhoo, it really was the first year of freedom. My first year at uni was spent in a dormitory, of course there were a hell of a lot of shenagins going on there too, but we still had a warden watching our every move and RA's (resident assistants, the dorm's equivalant of the army's newly appointed sargents).
So myself and a couple of mates from the dorm teamed up and entered on our first year of bachelorhood, it was a culinary delight (that's a joke son, it was a year of mad scientist experimentation with food, we discovered that no, tabasco sauce actually doesn't go with everything) Parties, 2nd hand sofas, tv, refigerators et.al. The one thing our home was lacking in was a dining room table and chairs. How uncouth that we had to do without such a necessity.
So one drunken evening (probably a Fri or Sat night) one of my roomies decided enough was enough. You pick which one came up with the idea. The international policy student or the computer programming major. (P.S. the international policy student was part time in the army and had all the army get up at the house). 20min later, drunk and all dressed up in army fatigues, complete with cap guns as sidearms, we snuk off at 1am or something, tiptoeing stealthy sneaky like down the MIDDLE of the road... all the way down to the local intermediate school.
It was at this school that the dasterdly deed took place. We spied a picnic table and thought...bingo (I think this was actually our predetermined target...at least for one of us). I got one end, my accomplice in crime hoisted the other end and off we trotted, ninja stealthy sneaky like down the middle of the freakin road..AGAIN.
How we got the damn thing inthe house or into the dining room I have no idea at all, the only thing I do remember is that in the morning we had breakfast on our new dining room table. Moreover the damn thing fit PERFECTLY in the room. You couldn't have had it made to order any better.
Over the following week however, I really did actually start to feel guilty about our procurement (must have been soberness kicking in). My partner in crime, and I have to give him props for this, said to me on the following weekend evening, "ok, lets take it back".
And so we did, this time sober, but like last time, in full army gear, HOORAA. (So repeat the procurement steps from above but only in reverse)
God knows what the staff room conversation must have been like at that school. "@#$@#, I bet you some of those damn drunk uni students flogged our picnic table, time we have to chain these things down"  one week later. "I must have been high for a week because I could've sworn that table was missing, but there it is".
All's well that ends well I guess. And to absolve myself even further I'm happy to note that recently a Taiwanese judge made the following comment during a court case.
"It's not stealing if you give it back"