How have you gotten revenge?
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There are tons of ways.
Sugar in a gas-tank (best accomplished by dumping a ton of sugar in a 3/4 full bottle of coke, and then pouring in gas tank)
Brake Fluid on the paint
more creative??
OK, Nair in the shampoo bottle (if you have access)
Posting pics on the internet
Sending a letter to their boss stating what they did (especially if it involves sleeping with a coworker)
I could go on forever.
Sugar in a gas-tank (best accomplished by dumping a ton of sugar in a 3/4 full bottle of coke, and then pouring in gas tank)
Brake Fluid on the paint
more creative??
OK, Nair in the shampoo bottle (if you have access)
Posting pics on the internet
Sending a letter to their boss stating what they did (especially if it involves sleeping with a coworker)
I could go on forever.
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From: Napa
Kinda long, but good revenge:
For all of you who occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.
I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a
phone call I had forgotten to make. I found the number, and dialed it.
A man answered saying, "Hello?" I politely said, "This is Fred Hanifin, could I please speak with Robin? "
Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I
couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number, and called her. (I had transposed the last two digits of her phone number). After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an asshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down, with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him. He'd answer and I'd yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered me up.
Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John
Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with the caller ID program?" he yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down.
I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"
So, one day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some boy in a black BMW cut me off, and pulled into the spot I had waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for the spot. The
idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window, so I wrote down his number. A couple of days later, right after calling the
first asshole (I had his number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW asshole, too. I dialed and someone said, "Hello?" I said, "Is
this the man with the BMW for sale?"
"Yes it is."
"Can you tell me where I can see it?"
"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and the car's parked right out front." "What's your name?" I asked.
"My name is Don Hansen," he said.
"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"
For all of you who occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.
I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a
phone call I had forgotten to make. I found the number, and dialed it.
A man answered saying, "Hello?" I politely said, "This is Fred Hanifin, could I please speak with Robin? "
Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I
couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number, and called her. (I had transposed the last two digits of her phone number). After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an asshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down, with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him. He'd answer and I'd yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered me up.
Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John
Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with the caller ID program?" he yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down.
I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"
So, one day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some boy in a black BMW cut me off, and pulled into the spot I had waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for the spot. The
idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window, so I wrote down his number. A couple of days later, right after calling the
first asshole (I had his number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW asshole, too. I dialed and someone said, "Hello?" I said, "Is
this the man with the BMW for sale?"
"Yes it is."
"Can you tell me where I can see it?"
"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and the car's parked right out front." "What's your name?" I asked.
"My name is Don Hansen," he said.
"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"
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From: 3rd bedroom on the right
I heard a story about a guy that was on holidays over in whistler and him and his girl were at a bar but he got tired and went back to his room and left her there. After a bit of a kip he felt like kicking on so he went back to the bar only to find her hooking up with someone so un-noticed he snuck back home pissed off, found some choice xxx photos that they'd taken of each other and sent them to her parents telling them what a good time they were having
!!! That's great! 
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By the way, I'm not looking for ideas (just in case someone's wondering). Just figured there'd be some good stories out there.
I had a supposed best-friend who was going to be my maid-of-honor in my wedding. Months go by, we've already ordered the dresses, and she says she's not going to do it anymore because she doesn't like the way I treated her about something. I should probably throw in that I asked this girl to be my M.O.H. because we were best-friends for years. Ok, so needless to say she pissed me off and I figured she deserved a little grief. I drafted a letter from a "doctor" out in PA that stated a former partner of her's was being treated for an STD & she better go get checked out immediately. I had a friend who was living in PA at the time mail it out for me. Yeah, that's evil, but she deserved it for screwing me over. I can't take credit for the idea though - I actually read about it on the internet.
I had a supposed best-friend who was going to be my maid-of-honor in my wedding. Months go by, we've already ordered the dresses, and she says she's not going to do it anymore because she doesn't like the way I treated her about something. I should probably throw in that I asked this girl to be my M.O.H. because we were best-friends for years. Ok, so needless to say she pissed me off and I figured she deserved a little grief. I drafted a letter from a "doctor" out in PA that stated a former partner of her's was being treated for an STD & she better go get checked out immediately. I had a friend who was living in PA at the time mail it out for me. Yeah, that's evil, but she deserved it for screwing me over. I can't take credit for the idea though - I actually read about it on the internet.
Morris 
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From: socal
hahah, here is my best one.
I was at snowboard camp up in oregon. each house had 8-10 people in them and in mine there was this asshole kid that would come in throw his board against everone's that were neatly stacked and scratch them up, then he would eat everyone's food that was on the counter or in the fridge.
So I went to the corner store and bought some "zingers" they look like a chocolate twinky with frosting on the top. I also bought chocolate EXLAX bars. I ate two of the three zingers and with the third I peeled back the frosting and chopped up 3-4 bars of the EXLAX and shoved them in and put the frosting back down. I put it back in the wrapper and set it on the counter. Sure enough an hour later he came in an asked "who's shet is this?" as he shoved it in his mouth.
He shit for 2 days straight and missed 2 full days of riding as a result. I overheard him talking to one of his friends that he could not go too far with out having to go.
I was 14 at the time. I felt bad that he missed two days out of 7, but that is what he got for messing with PIERCEMAN!!!!!
MAtt
I was at snowboard camp up in oregon. each house had 8-10 people in them and in mine there was this asshole kid that would come in throw his board against everone's that were neatly stacked and scratch them up, then he would eat everyone's food that was on the counter or in the fridge.
So I went to the corner store and bought some "zingers" they look like a chocolate twinky with frosting on the top. I also bought chocolate EXLAX bars. I ate two of the three zingers and with the third I peeled back the frosting and chopped up 3-4 bars of the EXLAX and shoved them in and put the frosting back down. I put it back in the wrapper and set it on the counter. Sure enough an hour later he came in an asked "who's shet is this?" as he shoved it in his mouth.
He shit for 2 days straight and missed 2 full days of riding as a result. I overheard him talking to one of his friends that he could not go too far with out having to go.
I was 14 at the time. I felt bad that he missed two days out of 7, but that is what he got for messing with PIERCEMAN!!!!!
MAtt
