Going Too FarEver had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
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chthonic, Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
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Revenge :)Once lived with a bunch of people, one of whom was a thieving, lying twunt bag called Jason, whilst the rest were absolutely lovely people.
Anyhoo, I one day discovered that Jason had some how managed to get into my room and steal some of my p0rn. This would mean somehow getting passed my locked door and rooting through my cupboards. In other words snooping through my private stuff. If he'd have only asked, I'd have quite happily give him the damn things...
Anyhoo, I digress. I confronted him and he denied it even though two other housemates had heard him clattering about in my room and had seen him emerge. So, he lied to me aswell.
Well, Revenge was the only answer. I wasn't going to steal anything of his, but I wanted him to know exactly what it felt like to know that someone had gone through his stuff. So, a week or so later, when he went to work, me and a an accomplice who I can only call 'D', sneaked into his ground floor room through an unlocked window.
We had about eight hours to do as we pleased. So, we re-arranged ALL his furniture upside down, turned everything from his bed, his wardrobe, his cupboards, posters, pictures, ornaments, hamster cage, EVERYTHING upside down. We stapled his clothes to his wall, sellotaped a whole corner of the room and stuck random objects into the sticky strands, we basically totally discombobulated everything... Then we left and proceeded to get drunk in my room.
Hours later, we heard him arrive home from work and open his door. There was a few seconds of absolute silence and then utter rage. He proceeded to destroy his own room, cutting his hand open on a glass picture frame as he punched the wall...
Needless to say me and 'D' were in absolute hysterics, but the type were you dare not make a sound, our sides were splitting and we were choking and laughing in silence (in case he heard us).
Serves the lying, thieving twunt right though.
Length? Sometimes I can make it SIX FEET LONG!
If I fold it in half...
(, Tue 14 Nov 2006, 2:35, Reply)
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