My old housemate was regularly deeply unpleasant to my (now) wife.
including frequent attempts at molestation; eventually I remonstrated with him. He was unrepentant, and caused further offence. So I pissed in his ketchup, pesto etc. Wiped my arse on any flexible food he had. The phone bill was in his name so I called a great many foreigners. I stole his prozac and refilled the capsules with laxative and occasionally trips. I threw his dissertation and master disks storing it into the Porter Brook river. I put his number in phone boxes. He came close to a complete breakdown, and on the day I and my (now) wife were to move out (with her parents collecting her) he had a shit on the floor. I lost my cool and forced him to clean it up. Then I saw my wife off, went back to the house, threw all his possessions into the woodyard below our back yard, stole everything I could fit into my bag and carry, then came back to batter him. I kicked his door through only to find his room empty. I found out later from a mutual friend that he had been hiding beneath his bed, had heard me smash his room to pieces and had done nothing other than to disappear into intensive therapy for a month.

I probably went too far, but I don't regret it at all because I didn't like him very much.
( disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Mon 13 Nov 2006, 16:17, Reply)