They had it coming.

This weekend, my Bible study had our bi-annual retreat up at Frasier Park. It's a really pretty log cabin community in a forresty environment about an hour north from us. We always rent two houses for the weekend; one for guys, one for girls. We've been going there for years, but recently, some of the other Bible studies have gone to the same area.

One of those Bible studies (which will remain nameless) that was cramping our style this weekend is notorious for their guys' odd behavior. These are the types of guys that spend hours doing their hair so it'll look like they haven't done anything. Guys that strategically mess up the collars and sleeves of their shirts so they'll look like they just woke up. Guys that tuck their shirt-tails half in/half out so they'll look like... actually, I have no idea why they do that. These guys try their hardest to look identical to the ridiculous mannequins you see in trendy clothing stores. These guys get manicures, pedicures, have their eyebrows waxed, and live off a steady diet of organic foods and teeth whitening gum.

You know—fancy-boys.

For whatever reason, the combination of these guys' metro lifestyle, and the fact that they're all musically gifted has earned them the attention of countless young girls with bad taste.

The guys in our Bible study are quite the opposite. We're scruffy, unkempt, overweight men, who don't care how we look. Most of us are untalented in every way, and will probably die alone. However we're a very diverse core of friends and we get along great. Clearly, the guys in our Bible study had to teach these fancy-boys a lesson.

In contemplating what would be the best plan of attack for a really good and memorable prank, many suggestions were made. Some wanted to lift and rotate their cars so they would be sideways in the driveway. Others wanted to smear vaseline on their windshields, while some others opted for the typical water-in-the-gas-tank prank.

With any other Bible study, those would all be great ideas. But these are fancy-boys; they don't care about their cars. I'd bet that most of them don't even know what kind of car they drive (probably some environmentally-aware, hybrid/electric chickmobile). With these guys, we needed to get em' where it hurts: hair products.

I'm proud to say that this ingenious plan was my idea. The theory being that nancy boys care about their hair and personal appearance more than anything, thus making an attack on their grooming products a devastating blow.

Plus, we all wanted to see what they'd look like in the morning without their hair sprays, face washes, hair dryers, tweezers, lotions, etc.

So myself and three other trusty COC Bible study guys set out on a reconnaissance mission to scope the place out. We found that the situation could not be more in our favor. Most of the guys were still over at the girls' house (the traditional meeting and hangout location during retreats), and the rest of the guys seemed to be in the same room of their house practicing with their instruments.

After a brief regrouping back at our cabin, a plan was set in motion. The plan was to reenter the premises, locate the bathrooms, and take anything we see. Ideally, we wanted to bogart all their toiletries, and all their towels except one. The possibility of making an entire cabin of guys choose between not bathing or sharing a single towel was particularly enjoyable.

The plan went off with only one problem: one of our guys was left behind, and he was the one with the bag full of stuff. Luckily, he played it off like he was there to talk to one of the guys and not part of the group of thieves that had just been discovered. Somehow, they bought it. They even gave him a ride back to our cabin.

Those fancy-boys aren't exactly mental giants.

After examining the contents of one of the guys' toiletries bag, we were disgusted to find that he was in possession of no less than six hair products.

Fancy boys.