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What are some of your best revenge stories?

This isn't mine but a friend of mine would constantly get wrong numbers from this same jerk at least 3 times a night calling for some girl who didn't live there. The guy was a total dick and obviously drank a bit too much. Using google and a couple other things we determined the guy's address and confirmed it was correct. My friend stops down to the post office once every couple of months and forwards his mail to random McDonald's around the country.
 
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just be careful with the mail. tampering with mail service is a FEDERAL crime. they don't treat that lightly.

(still pretty frickin funny though ;)
 
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i was a gas station attendant back in high school. hated that job and my boss was a real dick. after he fired me and hired a hot little blonde that did "favors" for him in the office, i drove to his house one night and broke into his car. with me i brought a bottle of doe in heat urine, used for hunting.
i poured the entire bottle of it into his heater vents.
i bet that car still smells to this day.....
 
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I subcribed a friend to Penthouse as pay back for double crossing me. I know that is not a bad way to get back at a guy, but his wife went bull shit on him for a few weeks after seeing it in the mail box.
 
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When I was 19, I bought my first house. We closed on a friday. The seller left all his stuff in the house, including his NOT housebroken Chihuaha (however the hell you spell that dog). At least he confined it to the tiled rooms, so no carpeting was ruined, but there were little piles of shit everywhere. Thank goodness he wasn't a golden retriever or something. The place stank like hell. I called him fri night and asked him to get the dog and his stuff out of there. When I went by saturday, he had not moved his stuff out, or even cleaned up from the dog. I don't think he even went by. So I picked up the little piles of dog shit and placed them in hiding spots in his stuff. Places like jacket pockets, the underwear drawer of his dresser, between his folded, clean towels, you get the idea. I called him again and said if his stuff was still there Sunday morning, it was going on the curb. We're talking a whole house full of furniture, dishes, clothes, I mean everything was still there.

So I show up sunday. He had started the process and I helped him along by just setting his stuff outside. Don't know when, or if, he ever discovered my little surprises. I've laughed about it ever since, thinking about him going to work and reaching in his jacket pocket and coming out with a real dog rocket, or going to dry off with a towel loaded with crap.
 
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stogies&hoagies said:
When I was 19, I bought my first house. We closed on a friday. The seller left all his stuff in the house, including his NOT housebroken Chihuaha (however the hell you spell that dog). At least he confined it to the tiled rooms, so no carpeting was ruined, but there were little piles of shit everywhere. Thank goodness he wasn't a golden retriever or something. The place stank like hell. I called him fri night and asked him to get the dog and his stuff out of there. When I went by saturday, he had not moved his stuff out, or even cleaned up from the dog. I don't think he even went by. So I picked up the little piles of dog shit and placed them in hiding spots in his stuff. Places like jacket pockets, the underwear drawer of his dresser, between his folded, clean towels, you get the idea. I called him again and said if his stuff was still there Sunday morning, it was going on the curb. We're talking a whole house full of furniture, dishes, clothes, I mean everything was still there.

So I show up sunday. He had started the process and I helped him along by just setting his stuff outside. Don't know when, or if, he ever discovered my little surprises. I've laughed about it ever since, thinking about him going to work and reaching in his jacket pocket and coming out with a real dog rocket, or going to dry off with a towel loaded with crap.
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I like that one.
 
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