Petty revenge, never felt so good.

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Here's my petty revenge story.

I was reviewing the stats for my website, and found that one particlar image was getting a significant amount of downloads. It was just a simple image of a Martini glass sitting on a poker hand of cards. A quick bit of checking and it turns out there was a young stud hotlinking that image as his Myspace Background.

Click, Click, change lemonparty file to new file name, Voila!

New background for young stud. That oughta help him with the ladies. :D
 
Ooo. I forgot I'd posted in this thread! I shall relay my story to you forthwith:

One of my first "proper" jobs was working in a large warehouse which held all of the files for those on benefits in my area. Understandably this was a very secure place and we all had to sign an official secrets act declaration regarding sharing information viewed whilst in this place of work (i.e. do it and get caught, you get sent to prison).

Anyway, around the same time I was with my first "proper" boyfriend and I was friends with his sister. He and I split up, I was utterly devastated (I was 19, it's the end of the world when you're that age!!) and then very quickly moved onto his next victim which I was even more upset about. His sister and I were still friends at this point, I was also still friends with his mum.

Anyway, one day I was at work and I had a random visit from a member of the Fraud team. This was quite common - we were all responsible for maintainence of filing a particular part of the alphabet and sometimes when the Fraud team were investigating a potential fraudulent claim, they'd visit the warehouse to look for information. It turns out it was me he wanted to speak to - I was 🤬 myself!!

I was called to an official interview, taken under caution and it transpired that my "friend" had reported me to her local dole office as having given her information from her own benefit file, from her brother's benefit file and from the file of her boyfriend and parents. This was utter crap and I could only summise that for some reason she wanted shot of me as a friend and this was the only way she could think of doing it?!

Now, I was in serious, serious trouble. If I'd been found guilty of this, I could've quite genuinely done time for it. I was probably the most angry I have ever been. If I'd bumped into her the same day, I can safely say I would've beaten the crap out of her and I'm not a violent person!

However, I had an advantage over her. I quickly realised that biding my time was going to go in my favour. And what she hadn't realised that I was based in the Ti - Z section of the warehouse. Although her and her brother's surnames began with W, her boyfriend's began with K and her mum and dad M! Although I did have access to the rest of the warehouse, I didn't have time to go snooping through files not in "my" section and certainly cpuldn't do it without being questioned. I recall the single only thing I ever said to her (I had loosely told her what my job was) was that I had never come across her file when she asked what was in it.

Very soon after the interview, my position was terminated. Fair enough, I was on a temporary contract, but I'm convinced I was finished because of the "incident".
So, I calmed down and waited. The investigation took FIVE MONTHS to be completed. In this time I ended up on anti-depressants as I was really quite down, as I'm sure you understand! And even though I had loads of interviews, for some reason, I never got the job.

Anyway, after five months, I finally got a letter telling me I was fully exonerated and all charges would be dropped. To say I was relieved was quite an understatment and *cough* co-incidentally, I managed to secure a new job not that long afterwards.

Anyway, I can tell you're wondering about the karma part of this? What happened to the utter bitch who almost ruined my life? Well, she was a slight girl, probably a UK size 8-10, around 5'2" with long, thick dark hair which was her pride and joy. I saw her around 6 - 9 months after the "incident" and she was totally bald. Every single hair had gone!! I was a little worried she had cancer, however it turns out she'd developed alopecia.

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D
 
Der Alta
Here's my petty revenge story.

I was reviewing the stats for my website, and found that one particlar image was getting a significant amount of downloads. It was just a simple image of a Martini glass sitting on a poker hand of cards. A quick bit of checking and it turns out there was a young stud hotlinking that image as his Myspace Background.

Click, Click, change lemonparty file to new file name, Voila!

New background for young stud. That oughta help him with the ladies. :D
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HAHAHA!

Although you should advise people to not go on lemonparty in order to get this joke, it really isn't worth it, honestly.
 
SweetshopUnion
HAHAHA!

Although you should advise people to not go on lemonparty in order to get this joke, it really isn't worth it, honestly.
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Indeed, that particular file has nothing to do with Dysfunctional Government Bureaucracy.
 
I have a couple. But the story that follow is probably my favorite.
As a lot of you old timers here know, I'm a car guy. Since I was about 3 years old I was a car guy. And a few of you may remember this story.... I was raised by a car guy. A car guy that made me clean his white wall tires if I was responsible for scuffing them. As you can imagine, that taught me to respect his car. My Father was not a mean or petty man. He WAS an effective teacher.

So, back when I was 17 or 18 I was driving my Father's mint and well cared for Ford Country Squire Wagon. It had the faux wood sides, and looked the part of grocery getter.
He had just washed it and waxed it, and for a car that was, at the time, 10+ years old it looked good.
I had driven it to one of my hangout spots (ice skating rink) and some of my friends were around shooting the breeze in the parking lot. I went inside to hit the video games, and chat up a few figure skaters, etc.
When I came back out one of the guys I knew was sitting on the hood of my dad's car!
Needless to say, I was pissed, and I told him to get his fat butt off the car.

He told me that if I wanted him off the car I could jolly well take him off the car.:mad:
AND HE HAD THE LACK OF BRAIN CELLS TO KEEP TALKING TO THE PERSON WHO WAS, PROPERLY, STANDING NEXT TO THE CAR.
That person knew me a bit better and advised the guy to get off the car cause he was being a ****.
And that I was pretty calm, but capable of being quite unpredictabe.

At that time in my life I was capable of being a pretty mean SOB. I changed my tone and nicely invited him off the car. He again declined. So, I got in the car and asked again. No sale.
I started the freshly waxed car, and backed out of the space.
And he still refused to get off the car.
BTW the car in question had a couple little things I should mention here.
It was a posi-trac equipped special order with everything necessary for pulling a large boat. The part I loved was the 429 SCJ with a Holley 1050 double-pumper carb under the hood.

So, I got myself a nice straight run, FLOORED it. I then counted to 3 and stomped on the power assisted disc brakes.

Anybody care to guess how far a fat guy will fly off the freshly waxed hood of a car moving nearly 30 MPH that is stopped suddenly and decisively? (I'll hold up here for a second while the mental image unfolds)

The boy got up mad as hell and ready to fight! But I pointed out that I hadn't been recently thrown from the hood of a moving vehicle, and that trying to fight a guy that would do something that crazy who was now standing with one foot in and one foot out of the 3500 lb car that was still pointed in his general direction was prolly a bad idea. Cause I might just be crazy enough to knock him down with the car too.

From that day forward, noone EVER sat on anything I was driving.
 
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From that day forward, noone EVER sat on anything I was driving.
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:lol:👍

I've had something similar happen but it was with random people from my apartment and not as good of a story. I came outside to throw the garbage away (Big dumpster thing) and I look over and there's a whale of a latino girl sitting on the fender of my Barracuda with a few other guys standing around her. I start walking over and I could hear one of them telling the girl that it was my car. She didn't move, in fact she didn't move at all until I walked right between them and opened my car door (The talking approach was something I didn't want to try, latinos can be pretty hot blooded and I was ready to fight). Started her up, boiled the tires backing up, boiled the tires leaving, and proceeded to mash the gas all the way out of the apartment complex and down the street. I bet you could have heard me down the road all the way to the highway. Never had a problem since, guess they don't feel like pissing off the crazy guy who leaves his tires all over the parking lot.

Wish I had an actual petty revenge story but I can't think of one currently.
 
Quotes Madden in "The Replacements": "Then you get a "fat guy" spike, and a fat guy dance!"
 
ExigeEvan
So my lovely housemates have enjoyed playing Canto-pop loudly for much of the year, including the night before I have exams and just midweek in general. I've always wanted some revenge rather than just stopping it by turning off their power.

Now they all sleep very late into the day, and untill now I haven't been able to get revenge because I didn't want to inconvenience my other housemates.

Well today's different. Spotify, The Prodigy and speakers at full volume.

Mission - Success.


So, anyone else a fan of the occasional petty revenge? Or am I just the lesser man?
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Hah! Sounds exactly the environment I lived in until I ironically left England for Hong Kong where everybody listens to Canto-pop and wakes up at 3pm.

Good work on the revenge part.
 
I hate liars... Especially when you know theyre doing something you told them not to or shouldnt be doing and they just keep doing it. Then when confronted, deny doing anything of the sort STRAIGHT to your face.

This was the case with a roommate (House consisted of me, my GF, my best friend and this wanker) I had a couple of years back. He was ok when we first met, but then when I got to know him, I realised he was an idiot and never cleaned up after himself etc. The all-round bad roommate if you catch my drift. We had made agreements as well, that we would keep money in a pot to buy drinks since we both drank the same kind of stuff anyway. I was ok with this and thought nothing of it. My room was next to the kitchen too, so if someone was in the kitchen I could hear what was going on. Now I usually say Im going to bed and then Im still awake for an hour or so just watching TV and stuff before I doze off....

Normally when someone goes to get something to drink I would hear the following sequence of events if I was in my room before going to sleep.

- Fridge door opened
- Grab a glass and put it on the counter (This makes noise :sly:)
- Grab bottle and uncap
- Pour liquid
- Recap bottle
- Put bottle in fridge and close door.....

Seems normal right... Except when THIS idiot went to the fridge I never heard him grab a glass and put it on the counter like everyone else did... It would be the same sequence of events without the sound of the glass hitting the counter, which could ONLY mean he was drinking from the bottle.... And if something really disgusts me its when people slobber all over the top of a bottle which you drink from as well :yuck: (And not only me but my guests too 👎) Next to this when I confronted him about it, he denied it EVERY way he could. I didnt believe him for one bit, and the fact he lied to my face with the others there as well really annoyed me. I decided to get my revenge by obtaining evidence and then confronting him with that.

After wracking my brain for an hour I figured I would get some video footage with an old Sony Ericsson phone I had lying around. I put in an empty 1GB memory stick and I was ready to go... but then I had to think about the placement of the thing... Had to be easy and not too obvious...

Solution:

There's a heater right next to the fridge and on this heater there was a pile of dirty kitchen rags.... 💡 💡
This then served as the PERFECT camoflouge for my spy attack on this bottle slobbering wanker... I hid the phone in the pile of rags so that JUST the lens was barely visible and pointing towards the fridge in the right fashion... Since I knew he would turn the light on in the kitchen I knew there would be enough light... PERFECT... now all I had to do was wait... pressed record on the phone and went to my bedroom.

As if it was meant to happen, just 30 minutes later I heard the door open and someone wonder into the kitchen. Same sequence of events with no sound of a glass hitting the kitchen counter.... So I knew I had the right person and I knew he was being filmed as it was happening... Didnt hear anything funny which meant he didnt see it and he went to his room again.

After I reviewed the evidence which I obtained, I then decided to confront him right away the next day when I saw him. Again he got a bit upset and said he was not drinking from the bottles and I was hallucinating.... To which I retorted, "Oh yeah??? Then what do you makes of this???" Showed him the video of him getting caught red handed and watched as his facial expression changed into one of massive embarassment. He did not say anything and went to his room. He ended up leaving the next month and we were rid of him... YAY!! ;) Getting rid of him was not part of my plan initially, but he was so conscience about the whole situation he didnt know how to act in our presence anymore... So I guess he decided to hit the high road and leave to elude the whole situation... But it was fun nonetheless.... 👍
 
all of these stories are soo good! especially the throwing lemons at the kids... (no, not the lemonparty, lemons :sick:.
 
Charles Phillips and Yavaughnie Wilkins

Charles Phillips = CEO of Oracle and Married.

Yavaughnie Wilkins = Scorned Mistress (8 year affair).

She erects Billboards in Orlando, new York, and San Fransisco.

Now that's not petty revenge, but it certainly nails an ex-lover.
 

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Cheater or a home wrecker. I never know who to root for. :dopey: Too bad for the kid though.
 

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