Well, it's quite sadistic, but somewhat amusing... One time, I suspected one of the guys I was hanging around with was nicking my drugs - more specifically, my acid. i'd put it down, turn round and it'd be gone. Needless to say nobody owned up. So, I prepared a surprise for the thief: extract of datura, aka jimsonweed. for those that don't know, a jimsonweed trip (yes I've done it) lasts for four to five DAYS, and there is absolutely no way to distinguish trip from reality. On mine I talked to a friend who was 500 miles away.. but that's a different story. Anyway, I put datura extract onto a square of blotter, said "hey guys, check out the new acid I got!" then "accidentally" lef it lying around while i went to get drinks. Sure enough, when i got back it was gone. Four days later, I heard about the guy that nicked it. He'd had to be taken to hospital because he started carrying on as if he was in a roomful of demons when it was just him and his mother. He was starkers at this point, I might add. She thought he was having an epileptic seizure :X Ain't I mean? Moral is, DON'T FUCK WITH MY DRUGS.
Some people at my previous to the last address were real assholes and made life a misery for everyone there. They would play music real loud in the week when others needed to be at work for 6 am etc etc , and they couldnt do sex quietly it was embarrassing, also they continually left a mess in the kitchen and wouldnt tidy it for days (once I threw the entirety of their plates, pans, cutlery, up the garden because I needed to wash mine in the sink, besides which they were these illegals that basically had a chip about British people and how we should be grateful they come into the country - well hell yeah but not if youre gonna act like cunts! Anyway so when I left that place I already had their names address, email addresses and mobile phone numbers and I visited every dodgy site on the net and posted those things there. I posted in every worst spam site and spent a month doing it - every night for a month I would spend between an hour and 4 hours distributing it !!! I had to go back there three months later to pick up some mail and the hallway was littered I mean fuckin full with junkmail addressed to them so fuck knows how their email and mobile phones were doing I kinda let them know it was me that done it cuz the guy came to the door and said errr yes your letters will be here somewhere - maybe under that pile, and I eventually found them and I turned to leave but said "I really never thought you would get so much junk mail" and he pulled the door back open to look at me and I just saluted him laughed and walked away - he fucking got the message alright ! Forgot to add that a month after that they had both ditched their phones and changed email addresses - I reckon their details were on something like about 200 spam sites
Jesus, Quoth! That's pretty fucked up right there. I've done nothing on that scale like! One thing that sprang to mind first, was purposefully wasting some coffee - My brother could be a bit of a dick at times. For a while, after I would do the dishes and clean the benches, straiten all the bits and bobs up. He'd come down and mess it up. Unload his dirty dish stockpile and whatnot. Now it mightn't of been malicious, I never complained to him about it. But anyway, one thing he would do was spill coffee and sugar about the bench. So I rise one morning and get the last decent spoonful of coffee. The scraps from the jar I put in a neat little pile on the bench next to the sugar and tea and that. "Haha! I thought...No morning coffee for you!" And hopefully making a quiet point that if he hadn't spilt so much lately he'd of been able to! ...Pretty crap, eh? I'll give it some more thought, I may of done something a wee bit worse
I've never done this, but I heard about it from a guy I worked with. It's called a Milk Bomb. Take some raw chicken and put it in a Mason Jar. Fill the jar with milk. Screw the cap on tightly. Hide it in an air duct. In a few weeks, When the pressure from the gases building up, The jar will explode. Im trying NOT to imagine the smell. I made a special point never to piss the guy off that told the story.
heres a good one - this new guy joined a company I worked for and after a week when he lost his initial nerves at being the new boy he started talking the most utter shit you ever heard on tea breaks. Anyway after a month someone said "he talks so much shit he needs some diocalm so they put about 20 anti dhiorreah tablets in his coffee and the next morning and for the next 3 days he phoned in with constipation
One of my mates was being abit mean to his girlfriend who's also a mate of mine so we decided to get revenge on him, so we added him to the convo- made out that msn wasn't adding him then started talking about our love affair and such, just did it past hour so he's giving us the silent treatment now ^_^
my mates mom threw us out of her house because we scratched the word **** into one of her elvis records once and then she shopped us to the rozzers for havin some eeeeee's on us
Hello! A few years ago - through the grape vine - I heard that a buddy of mine sat down at a table in a bar and eventually tried impressing 2 girls by telling them he could get them some good pot. Luckily they weren’t undercover cops that made note of my name, area and street. When I heard about it - I figured the best thing to do was go to his house while he was working with a few tubes crazy glue and a six-pack. I glued his computer mouse to its pad, his phone to it’s base, his cooking utensils to their wall rack, I glued a couple of framed pitchers to the wall figuring he wouldn’t find out they were glued until he moved or painted his wall. I kept gluing things until my glue was gone then I went out side and had a beer while I waited for him to come home. When he came home he invited me in and I sat around drinking my beers hoping his phone would ring – when it did ring and he couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t get the 2 pieces apart - I told him that it is pretty hot in here maybe the pieces melted together he thought about it then figured out it had something to do with me and asked me why I did it. I told him because I heard you told people at the bar that I am selling pot. He tried to explain that he knew the guy wasn’t a cop so I knew it wasn’t just those 2 girls he blabbed to - I showed him the empty glue tubes and told him if he didn’t keep his big mouth shut – I would get more glue then glue it shut. Cheers! PS to piggy’s: I am retired from dope dealing so no need to keep an eye on me.
I used to have a "Friend" who was a proper mong, a stupid knobber basically. Anywhos, I found out about her saying shit about me, so when she came to my house I put her in a suitcase and threw her down the stairs. She wasn't hurt (luckily)... I obviously wasn't thinking rationally at the time. This was a long time ago...I was about 14.
