
We want to hear your tales of revenge. From sewing prawns in your lovers curtains to advertising your bosses job in the newspaper. What have you done? Confess! Confess now!
( , Fri 14 May 2004, 1:02)
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At uni, arsehead bloke opposite had been a bit of a twunt. I stacked 12 chairs out of the kitchen against his door. Next morning door opens, chairs fall on him and broke both his wrists.
My fat arsed brother once cut/stole every shoelace I owned just before I was going out with a girl for the first time. The outcome of this was every single shoe he owned being filled with catfood/egg mixture.
( , Fri 14 May 2004, 8:41, Reply)
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