Has anyone ever done you wrong, and you have exacted sweet
revenge?
Or, have you been on the recieving end of another’s
vengeful wrath?
Tell the story of your dish served cold.
Hell naw. I think it’s a waste of time. Forgive, and forgiveness ye shall receive.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA. Good one. 
I used to use suite-mates toothbrushes to wash the toilet boil out back in college when they pissed me off. I wander if they were suspicious when I hung around and watch them brush their teeth in the morning with a big smile on my face? 
Damn, that post was ungrammatical even for me on a Monday morning. Um, please look at that through spell-check colored glasses… :rolleyes:
i had a broom with a big red ribbon and a sign that said “didn’t want you to be without transportation” delivered to my husbands girlfriend at her job. she had to sign for it, too.
childish, but satisfying.
When I found out that an ex-GF slept around on me while I was at basic training I seduced and slept with her best friend. Who happened to be a virgin. Then I told the best friend that she wasn’t a very good lay.
My cold dish was frozen that day.
Along with your heart. Sounds more like cruelty than revenge.
What darian00 did was horrific and cruel. I’m amazed that he seems to think it is funny! I’m also disappointed that this isn’t the BBQ Pit so I can say what I really think about him and his charming little anecdote.
Commit an act of cruelty on an innocent third party to get back at someone? Hmmmmmmmm.
And since when was someone who is sexually inexperienced supposed to be a ‘good lay’. There is enough pressure on sexually inexperienced people having their first experience as it is! Without all of that rubbish!(I absolutely refuse to use the ‘v word’ ghastly over fetishized thing that it is)
Wow. That’s all I can say. I so so wish this thread was in the Pit. :rolleyes:
Zenster: Call it a mix of both. My brand of revenge tends to drift toward the cruel. Kinda like the time I told a little bratty kid Santa wouldn’t be coming to his house anymore because my dog ate him.
Lass: You wanna Pit me? Go ahead. The OP asked for anecdotes of revenge, and that particular instance was a rather sweet case. Was it horrific? Maybe. Was it cruel? Definitely. But then isn’t revenge supposed to hurt? When I attack, I generally go after the jugular. It gets my point across rather well.
I admit what I did was rather cruel. Truly, I made the baby Jesus cry. But when have I ever claimed to be a nice guy? I’m the first to admit that I’m an asshole. So would taking me to the Pit really be worth it? Probably not, but I’ll admit it’d be fun. Go ahead.
For the Record:.Karma did catch up with me in this case, and the next several GFs I had also cheated on me pretty bad. But after five years of paying for it, I found the most incredible woman in the world right under my nose and married her.
But let us return to the subject matter at hand.
Nearly twenty years ago, I was staying at a friend’s house until I could find a new place to live. We were having an office potluck party the next day, so I made a batch of miniature treble cream cherry tarts (whose recipe is in my Ultimate Recipe Thread).
Before going to bed late that evening, I ambled downstairs to get a snack and peeked inside the refrigerator. Lo and behold! Several of the tarts had been molested by my friend’s two young sons, ages seven and nine. The worst part was that they hadn’t munched them or anything, they had merely poked at them with their fingers and ruined their eligibility for public consumption.
Whilst snacking upon a sandwich, my eyes roved the kitchen and alighted upon their school supplies for the next morning. I quickly removed a couple of pencils and erasers from both of their kits and jabbed them into the already befouled tarts, leaving them to stand upright in mute testimony to the foul deed perpetrated upon them.
The best was yet to come. Come sunrise, I lay awake with straining ears and listened to the sweet music that fell upon them. Their father, going after some milk for his coffee, found the desecrated tarts and immediately began belaboring the two lads for their misdeed. Their earnest cries of protestation were all for naught.
I could only have wished for a tape recorder to have a transcript of the scene. Both of the kids pleaded with their father that they had done no such thing and that they had no idea how it even could have happened. Their denials were fruitless and they were upbraided fiercely by their father on the spot.
Needless to say (then why say it?), none of my kitchen creations were disturbed ever again. And the best part of all? Ever try to use an eraser once it has been submerged in an oily substance? Ah, the joys of twofold vengeance.
PS: darian00, I’d wager it was the above sort of escapade that enolancooper had in mind for this thread and not the callow, deceitful and meanspirited visciousness that you undertook. Having someone cheat upon you pales in comparison to the capricious deflowering of a young woman solely for the sake of punishing another.
Pause to consider the downstream effects of being used so cruelly and you might get a glimmer of the damage and scars you left in your wake. You are lucky to have found a wife at all. There are many things I might wish to call you, “extremely fortunate” is very low on the list, however true that may be. I can only hope that you have changed your ways since that time. There is a vast difference between retribution and cruelty.
what about the innocent third party? what on earth made it OK to sleep with a virgin and tell her she was a lousy lay? how did that wreak vengeance on the actual unfaithful party?
That’s a really horrible thing to do to someone.
Like I said, my brand of revenge tends to drift toward cruelty. Which is why more often than not I choose not to exact it. I also said that karma (or whatever you choose to call it) did catch me, and I spent five years paying for what I did. Granted, I shouldn’t have done it. The third party was an innocent victim of my brand of revenge, picked solely because she was ex-GF’s best friend. Would I do it again? No. Some time into my own excursions into being “played” I did pause to consider the effects, as I was living them. So I tracked down the innocent victim and apologized. Did it make things any better? Probably not. Oh well. As I was only eighteen at the time, I didn’t think about what my acts would do to the poor girl. Five years later, I have a lot more maturity under my belt. Regarding the OP, there was no distinction as to whether enolancooper wanted solely relatively harmless pranks, or the entire spectrum of vengeful acts. Hence my post.
Sorry about the hijack, enolancooper.
Don’t sell yourself short. At least you had the ostiones to apologize to the girl. It usually helps the injured party a lot more than the perpetrator might think. In addition, I’m pretty sure that enolancooper would be pleased with your erstwhile hijack. He has always come across here as a real standup guy.
Wha?? He’s STILL your husband?
darian00, ever wonder why you couldn’t get a decent girl for the next 5 years?
It’s not karma. It’s rumors.
darian00:
Considering your first post has an undeniable tone of pride in what you’d done, and you didn’t express any remorse until other posters harshed on you, I think I’m going to stick with my first impression of you, which cannot be expressed in this forum.
I don’t have any revenge stories. Revenge is an emotion unworthy of adults.
As far as I’m concerned, potato salad is a dish best served cold.
I must be an inherently naive person, as I read Darian’s post as reading that he slept with the gf’s best friend and told the best friend that the GIRLFRIEND was a lousy lay.
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