My vengance prank is kind of gross...but here goes...

I lived with 3 girls from Lynchburg, VA when I was in college. They were nice southern folk that werent very smart and somehow they ended up all joining a sorority. FYI - I despise anything greek. So between them trying to get me to join and the constant disagreements we had, I decided that I would feel much better if they felt worse. What did I do? Well, since we didnt have the same class schedule I would wait until they left for their afternoon classes and take a little trip to each of their bathrooms where I proceeded to clean their toilets....with their toothbrushes. I would spend about 2-3 minutes scubbing the inside/underneath sections...you know the part where you squirt the toilet cleaner with the arched neck bottle...yeah, up there. Got all the brown crusties out, I was doing good and bad at the same time! It took a couple days to get anything to happen but lemme just say nobody except me went out that whole weekend. They all sat at home with explosive diarrhea. I felt better after doing that and then stopped cleaning their bathrooms.


everyone is evil on this thread...Hahahahhaha.

 

Go to the grocery store and in the entrance there should be a rack of pamphlets. Find the ones that pertain to alcohol/drug rehabilitation, spousal abuse, and bed-wetting.

Fill out the alcohol/drug rehabilitation with the person's name and his/her work address. Send that in.

Fill out the spousal abuse form with the person's spouse's name, for the return address, use one of their mutual friend's and family.

Fill out the bed wetting form and send that into filling out the person's name, but use one of his/her neighbors address for the return address.

 

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Ah... seems like the 'toilet trickery' is strong in this thread.

 

Then there was the couple that were going through a nasty divorce. The wife was awarded the house and after the guy moved all his belongings out a very bad order filled the house. After she had the house professionally cleaned and fumagated the stech still persisted. She ended up selling the place cheap! It seems the husband had stuffed cheese into the curtain rods, and as it rotted it gave off quite a fragrance.

 

[QUOTE]Originally posted by s2k paradigm
My vengance prank is kind of gross...but here goes...

I lived with 3 girls from Lynchburg, VA when I was in college.

 

Let me first say this was a long time ago, I am not proud of it, would not do it again and find messing with someone's car to be deplorable. I am guilty as charged. However, found out a "friend" in high school smashed my car window and stole my Alpine. I would not have even suspected him, thought it was a random theft, but his girlfriend ratted him out. He drove a beater and never locked the door. I collected all the dog poop from my house and all the neighbors houses and filled his car with it. At least 100 turds of all sizes and breeds.

He was kind of a troubled kid who liked to mess with people for no reason. Don't know why, his brother was the greatest guy in the world and he was Satan. He new it was me, and he knew why I did it, and he never messed with me again.

 

The best revenge is not getting caught handing it out. I can't tell you what I did.

 

I lived with 3 other guys my senior year in college. Our entire existance that year turned into who could get the best revenge for some long forgotten offense. Here are a few. . .

a. Housemate 1 (HM1) posts cutesy pictures of his girlfriend on our refrigerator. HM2 gets drunk and pissed that our house was infested with dorky girlfriend pictures. HM2 puts thumbtacks through the eyes of all girlfriend pictures and laughs. HM1 finds the pics and plans his revenge. HM1 then goes fishing. HM1 then chops up pieces of fish and tapes them to the bottom of HM2's bike seat (a much ridden, much loved bike). HM2 constantly complains of flys and other bugs always surrounding his bike while parked on campus, not knowing why this was happening. HM3 tells HM2 of the fish taped beneath his bike. . . 6 months later.

b. HM3 pisses HM4 off somehow (I can't remember what the hell he did to me). HM4 superglues various things around HM3's room together. . . like one pencil to his desk, but nothing else to the desk. HM4 superglues the tops onto all of HM3's chapsticks. HM4 superglues HM3's shoelaces together, while shoes are untied. Finally, HM4 superglues together random pages of HM4's Blue Books (from the bottom of the stash). Months later, during finals, HM3 comes home and pummels HM4. 20 mins into his History final, HM3 realizes that all of his Blue Books have pages glued together.

c. We called the "Top Shelf" an "Upper Decker," and a slightly nicer variation called a "guestie" (where one simply doesn't flush after using someone else's toilet). These two were a regular occurrence in the house.

God, there were so many other good ones. . . ahhh, I miss college.

 

ok years ago while in High School. My girlfriend used to work at the local deli. There was this older married guy going there everyday and trying to make passes at her. She couldn't get the guy to stop/leave because he was good friends of the owner. I am pretty ticked off at this when she tells me this. I end up visiting her more often at the deli to get first hand experience. The dude was always giving me dirty looks and talking behind my back. Well one day I said fvck it and got really pissed. I went into my car and grabed the tire iron and busted out his headlights and windshield on his truck. By the time I get home my girlfriend is on the phone with me asking if I knew anything about this! I calmly said no. I could hear her boss and that guy in the background getting pissed... But I just calmly said I did not know about the incident. That guy never did bother her again and he never had the balls to confront me about it either.