Revenge is a dish best served cold and soggy
This is a little story of impromtu revenge from my Uni Days involving my then housemate Steve.

I went to meet Steve at one of the local nightclubs. By the time I got there Steve was already completely slaughtered. Inside the club they had a Burger Bar. I was completely famished, mainly because Steve had eaten us out of house and home (the fat greedy cunt!) So I went and ordered a burger and chips for myself. Not wanting to appear stingy I offered some chips to the others, including Steve. Being completely wasted, instead of taking a chip, he managed to knock the entire box out of my hand. The chips went all over the floor. He then disappeared into the throng, red faced and laughing.

I collected the chips, put them back in the box and put them to one side.

About 45 mins later Steve returns, by which time the chips are stone cold.

"Oi Steve!" I say, "Have some chips!"

The following day when he has had a chance to sober up he tells me he remembers eating the chips and thinking at the time how cold and soggy they were.

I like to think, that this tale contains a certain poetic justice.
(Sadows98, Fri 14 May 2004, 16:14, Reply)