The best story I have for this
is one that I've already told, about freaking out the Fundies.

But Fundies are fun to pick on, aren't they?

A guy I knew back in the early 90s had moved to a new area to start a new job, so he did what most of us do- he found a room to rent until he could find an apartment. The rent was reasonable and the family he was staying with seemed quite nice, so he was satisfied.

He was a gamer, and had recently gotten into "Doom". He would spend his evenings slaying demons and zombies at his computer. Loads of fun, no?

One day he came home from work and found that his computer and video games had vanished. He found the woman he rented from in the kitchen. "Where's my computer?"

She wouldn't look him in the eye. "We put it out in the garage."

"What? Why?"

"I went in to change the sheets on your bed and I saw that game sitting there and it scared me. I had my husband take all of it out to the garage because I didn't want it in the house."

He went out to the garage, but didn't see it there. He went and found the husband, who walked out there with him and showed him where his stuff was.

Apparently moving it to the garage wasn't sufficient. The picture on the front of the case for "Doom" had scared her so badly that she insisted that they put it all inside the chest freezer so it couldn't get out.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 19 Mar 2009, 15:14, 2 replies)

I remember that one...
...you'll have to work hard to top it, for sure ;)
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Thu 19 Mar 2009, 15:31, closed)

I'm glad she didn't find
his copy of "Rubberist Bumsex Frenzy" under his bed.
(Rsoles, Fri 20 Mar 2009, 9:50, closed)