okay people, lets hear some stories about how we payed back a gf or bf that did us wrong. i need some ideas and i'm feeling evil. i'll start: one time i went to the grocery store in the hood and bought a pork stomach for $.25 then chucked in on the windshield of my bf's car. it rained that night so the stomach slid down under the hood and stuck there. i made up with him a week later and when he picked me up that night the car fucking reaked of this horrible, rotten flesh stench. he had no idea what it was, so when we got to the concert i snuck outside with a wad of napkins and picked the green, rotten flesh out of his windshield so i would barf on the way home. no major damaged caused, but the plan backfired when i took his sorry ass back.
oh yeah, and then i fucked a couple of his friends. might make me look like a whore but boy did that make him mad! plus i got laid. so it all worked out in the end.
Don't know how true this is but a story doing the rounds a couple of years ago around here is this: Girl gets dumped by boyfriend, seething mad she is, gets a new fella and promptly takes a few polaroids of themselves in some hot one on one action. Feeling rather happy with herself she mails them to the ex to show him what he is missing, who, after a brief look, pops them in another envelope and forwards it on to her parents. Nice.
After one of my ex's dumped me i found out through a few friends she had been cheating on me the whole time. So a few weeks later she calls me and tells me that she had accidently left a duffle bag at my house, and she needed it. I told her i was busy and she could get it the next day. As soon as I hung I went and got it and pissed all in it, then set it outside to dry. Someone told me a month later she threw it away a few days later cause it smelt funny.
nasty! someone told me how they (or someone else) put a dead fish under the mattress of their bf's waterbed. i guess it stank like hell and he couldnt find out where it was coming from for a while. i sorta thought that was a good trick.
Well, I had a b/f who was totally against porn.. we couldn't even watch a movie if there was someone showing flesh in it... Well, I broke up with him, he went out of town and me being the resourceful gal I am, I had previously made a copy of his key and went into his apt one extremely hot August day to snoop around. Much to my dismay, I found a trash bag full of tawdry porn. I ripped up all of his video tapes, plastered his apt with his mags (everywhere...in the microwave, beside his son's picture... I even wrapped his son's baby food in it), and took the liberty of hanging it up on his front windows so everyone in his apt complex could see what a sicko he really was. I also stole all of his cologne, slashed up the couch (which was mine), dumped all of his trash on the floor and ground it in with a scrub brush and pulled a rug over it, put texas toast under his mattress, kicked off his a/c (for the stench factor), ripped off his toilet seat, ripped off the mirror in his bedroom, ripped off his bedding (which was mine) stole his outside floor mat, and threw it all in the dumpster. AND I poured mountain dew all over his answering machine and bed. I placed a bible on his bed (being symbolic), put his new razor set in the toilet, dried it off and put it back in the box, put his toothbrush in the toilet (the sick fuck didn't even bring it with him) as well as his silverware... took the rest of his dishes (which were also mine)...hmmm... stole his camera (which he stole to begin with) and... What else? I can't quite remember. Needless to say, he called the cops on me and I almost went to jail for petty larceny and destruction of property. I had to give him back the colonge and the cops the camera, and reasoned the only property I 'destructed' was my own.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Nauseous: "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" I'm still scheming for my next victim.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> this time take pics.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Nauseous: But I wuv my Lomokins... I'd never hurt him! Well, unless he asked.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> usually he deserves what he gets
