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do you ever take revenge when you've been wronged or do you just move on? (pg. 3)
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| colonelcrisp |
I try to just move on these days, but i was an in my younger years...
i was living in gatineau quebec for a while in uni and this punk down the road from me threw a rock through the back window of my car for no reason whatsoever.... which was pretty ing stupid because he had the exact same car as me..... so i stole his back window and installed it on my car(brake fluid is great at stripping car paint and dissolving urethane adhesives)
had a roomate once that stole a pile of my stuff and after i kicked him out, i made sure his parents saw a bunch of embarassing i found in his room when i threw all his crap onto the front lawn.... 2 years later i got the ultimate revenge in the fact that i got to testify against him as a crown witness and he got sent to jail. karim can tell that story better.... that roommate was ed up.... |
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| Dykes_on_Jay |
| Nothing beats battery acid in the tube o lube. |
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| Looney4Clooney |
| someone admitted to living in gatineau. You got balls son. |
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| colonelcrisp |
| quote: | Originally posted by Dykes_on_Jay
Nothing beats battery acid in the tube o lube. |
my buddy in Uni had a mega bitch roomate who was a reservist, when he moved out due to being completely fed up with the **** rag roomate, he poured battery acid into her duffel bag which contained her uniforms and fatigues.... next time she washed them, they pretty much disintegrated..... to add insult to injury, he stole the battery acid from her car lol....... |
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| colonelcrisp |
| quote: | Originally posted by Looney4Clooney
someone admitted to living in gatineau. You got balls son. |
i did it for a few reasons, first and foremost was to help out my aunt and my two young cousins after my uncle passed away, secondly because as a student, any living arrangement that costs you 500$ a month and includes all your bills AND homecooked meals is awesome, and finally i was only a block away from the best poutine restaurant in gatineau AND i was only 1:45 from tremblant in the winter. Gatineau is a hole, but did have its benefits. |
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| Halcyon+On+On |
| quote: | Originally posted by colonelcrisp
had a roomate once that stole a pile of my stuff and after i kicked him out, i made sure his parents saw a bunch of embarassing i found in his room when i threw all his crap onto the front lawn.... 2 years later i got the ultimate revenge in the fact that i got to testify against him as a crown witness and he got sent to jail. karim can tell that story better.... that roommate was ed up.... |
I love that (full) story. :stongue: |
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| Halcyon+On+On |
Found it:
| quote: | Originally posted by colonelcrisp
Back in 2003 i had plans to rent a small house in the glebe (a trendy Ottawa neighborhood) near the university i attended for my undergraduate engineering degree. My buddy bails in august after i had signed the lease so i was pretty much screwed. I resorted to the worst possible idea i have ever had which was advertise fora roomate in the penny saver.... now to put this into perspective, the penny saver is like advertising in the national enquirer.... only loonies and psychos read that ...
after a few weeks of negative results, dave (the roomate) agrees to the rent and moves in. for the first few weeks, apart from him being kind of shy and a bit odd (and his gf looked like a globular single celled organism... think nou with ) everything seemed to be going well. As the months progressed i started noticing little things going missing every once in a while, mainly just small knick nacks and the odd plate or utensil. Around thanksgiving (first week of october not in november you bloody yanks) i went home to spend the holiday with my family and i left my buddy danny in charge of taking care of my two chinchillas (piet and jaspa ... yes i named my chinchillas after blank and jones..... blow me)
when i return, i notice danny is a bit aloof but he's a white irish kid from laval, so i just chalk it up to him being a dirty mick. i start noticing scratchin noises at night comming from the heating vent, but i just attribute that to mice in the basement or something (it was a very old and ty house)
in the comming months i saw less and less of dave, i wouldnt ever see him, and his room was always closed. I also noticed over those months that i would sometimes find dishes in the bathroom and sometimes a margarine container. in my naivitee i thought "hey maybe this kid likes to have buttered toast while having a bath or something"
in early december, my computer goes missing and then i started to put two and two together. the one night my buddy and i knock on daves door to confront him about my missing stuff that im now sure he was stealing (anyone who smoked that much weed and didnt have a job was either selling it or stealing to buy it) and there was no answer so we kicked in the door (he had barricaded it from the inside and apparently was using the 12" x 24" window to enter and exit the apt)
The sight of his room was well indescribable.. the scratching sound i had been hearing for months was a dog he kept in his room..... a dog which im pretty sure never left too often because there was dog EVERYWHERE on his bed, under his bed (thats where he would throw most of it when it interfered with his sleeping area), there was also an assortment of things that belonged to me that he had modified in to crude pokey weapon things that he had stabbed into the wall and left them there....
but what about the missing dishes you may ask? well dave apparently had some kind of lost connection to louis pasteur as he had been growing no less than 15 different mould cultures (i expect he was looking for the new penecillin...)
we quickly leave his room (as we didnt yet have the appropriate personal protective devices to remain in the exclusion zone) and headed to the hardware store to buy some locks.
upon returning home i quickly siezed any of his belongings int eh common area (things not tainted by mouldy food and dog ) and locked them in the basement with two very large padlocks. i also put one on my bedroom door to prevent him from murdering me in my sleep). i posted a very nicely worded eviction letter on his door (he owed me at least two months rent at this point) and finally called the cops. they showed up and i filed a police report for all my missing stuff and the cops predictably did nothing.
after about 3 weeks of no contact i get a call from dave's brother saying that he was comming by in two days to pick up daves stuff. my buddy danny comes over and we decide that we will help dave move out by6 shovelling all his onto the front lawn.
Step one: the prep
we donned steel toed rubber boots with tyvex chemical suits (stolen from Ford Motor Company during one of my 5 years working there) with safety goggles, and full coverage respirators with organic chemical filters on them and a heavy duty pair of rubber gloves. (we actually duct taped the ankles and wrists to prevent any possible skin contact with his filth). armed with snow shovels and garbage bags, we breached the abbyss.
The big stuff went first, bed, matress, desk and computer all got thrown out into the snow. well moving his dresser, the drawer bottoms broke and the contents spilled onto the floor. at this point im pretty sure i tested the limits of my ability to hold down my dinner. out onto the filth covered floor fell no less than 8 rubber dicks of various colors, sizes and states of abuse.....
this is when danny comes clean.... when he had come to feed my chinchillas, he walked in to find dave passed out on the couch in his boxers... ok who hasnt passed out around your living room in their boxers when they know no one else is home.... danny then goes into the bathroom to fill the water dish and notices the tub is full of murky water........ with the lights on he notices that there is a giant ing 10" rubber dick sticking out of the water with a tub of margarine beside it with finger marks in it!
i almost punched danny for not telling me this sooner.......
i return to disposing of this s stuff with a fervor... making sure that his rubber dick colleciton got a place of prominence in the piile forming on the front snow bank so his brother would see that his dear dave liked to have greased up pipe cleaners shoved up his bum....
This is where we also noticed the sheer volume of dog under the bed..... it got shoveled into bags with his clothes.....
the rest of that part of the story is boring...
fast forward 3 years.... i am working for Ford again and living at my parents place for the summer. there is a knock at the door followed by my mom screaming down the stairs at me "mark, the cops are here, what the did you do this time?" (i had a bad habbit of spending the night in the drunk tank at home because i had a morbid fascination with making fun of police officers when i was drunk.... its a hometown thing... hard to explain). much to my chagrin, it was a subpoena to appear in court in Ottawa to testify against my old roommate who had just gotten nabbed crossing the US border into canada with 10 lbs of weed in a backpack.... on a greyhound no less (idiot).
the Crown attorney paid for a flight from london ontario to ottawa, put me up for two days at the lord elgin hotel (nice swanky hotel across from the provincial court house downtown) and gave me 100$ a day for expenses plus paid me a wage reimbursement for the two days i had to take off work. All to potentially damn the person who stole my . Needless to say, when he saw me take the stand, he wasnt happy about it. |
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| Dykes_on_Jay |
| I still win this thread. |
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| Vivid Boy |
Ive gotten revenge a few times when i was younger. Sometimes Karma is revenge enough. There is nothing like seeing some guy you had beef with 10 yrs ago, be fat, broke, out of work andf look likes hes been smoking meth for the last 4 days.
That being said nobody really does anything terrible to me. AT this point in my life there isnt much you can do to piss me off. If someone ever harassed or touched my family though..I don't know what I would do but it would be pretty drastic.
You know what felt good actually. I have had some issues with soem fellow colleagues as of late. They were talking behind my back, inner office politics that sort of thing. The two people in question are actually a couple. Nothing was better revenge then showing up dressed like a million bucks to my bosses wedding, with the most beautiful girl in the world around my arm, dancing with her and being affectionate while that couple stood by staring and hating all at the same time. Except the dude was poppin a boner during his hate session. |
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| Desiderata |
| I have only saught revenge when my family's house was messed with. Car windows and House windows being broke out. |
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| colonelcrisp |
| quote: | Originally posted by Halcyon+On+On
Found it: |
ugh that memory still gives me nightmares....
Karim and I made beaver tails with that margarine before Danny told us what he saw over thanksgiving.....
*shudders* |
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| Desiderata |
| quote: | Originally posted by colonelcrisp
ugh that memory still gives me nightmares....
Karim and I made beaver tails with that margarine before Danny told us what he saw over thanksgiving.....
*shudders* |
Ahhhh man, that sucks. |
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