The "Sweet Revenge" thread.

Who crossed you and how'd you get them back? Just how low-down-and-dirty are you?

,...I carefully licked all the way around the lip of his coffee cup!! :bounce:

Did you have the flu? Or maybe a cold sore?

He was an abuser and unbeknownst to me, a drug dealer. He went to jail for it and I divorced him as soon as he was convicted (wanted to be sure he wasn't going to get out and kill me).

He called me from jail, all rude and nasty, and demanded that I box up all his stuff and send it to his parents house. So I collected all his raunchy porno magazines and the cocaine testing equipment he'd gotten from a friend who had worked at a police crime lab and sent them all to his parents (his father was a cop for 25 years in Hoboken, NJ and would know darn well what it all was).

It's not enough. The revenge I'd like to have is illegal and beneath me. But I can dream....

I know from experience that the parents of many abusers seem to enable the abuse. Bet that was an eye-opener for Dad and Mom.

Because his parents were actually nice people. But like all sociopaths (which I firmly believe he is), he is manipulative and a smooth liar so he had them conned pretty well. Served him right.

I got his ass fired.

:-)

I wait and hope that the cosmos metes out their punishment for me, then smile when it does. If it doesn't, I figure it's just a matter of time and I don't have to be there to see it for it to happen.

Prawns and placed them carefully in the biwels of my boyfriends 4 poster bed... he had a hard time figuring out that stench!

I used to work with a woman we'll call Renee. She lived near people who owned dogs and who never cleaned up after them. They would let their dogs poop in Renee's yard constantly, and she was always having to pick up their crap and she was sick of it.

She tried the nice route - talking to them politely, blah blah blah, they promised to change, etc. Well, a week later, more poop all over her yard and walk.

Instead of re-confronting them, she took some waxed paper, picked up the offending poo and smeared it under their car door handles (EEEUUUUUWWWWW) and under their windshield wiper blades.:wow:

Moral of the story, as we all took it: Don't piss off Renee.

It was right after a fishing trip several years ago, and he, his father, his brother, and I were all seated at a center table in a nice place. It was a huge blast he emitted, and as soon as he did it, he acted all disgusted and yelled real loud across the table at me, "Oh my god, you're gross". Because he put on such a good act, everyone in the place thought it was me. This one couple next to us kept looking at me afterward and shaking their heads back and forth, although their two kids were laughing like crazy. To this day, my buddy's father still thinks I'm the one who did it.

Anyway, I have since bought one of those remote control fart machines you see on ebay all the time. I didn't use it on him yet, but the next time he comes up to visit, I'll be all prepared to exact my vengeance. I know it'll work great because I already tried it out on my wife when we went to a Chinese restaurant a few weeks ago. You can be 30 or 40 feet away from the device and start blasting them off with the little remote control switch. She didn't think it was too funny. FOL!!