People Share Their Small But Despicable Revenge Stories
24. Guy Knowingly Gives My Friend An STI So Hit Him Where It Hurts – His Car
“Now this was a couple of years back when I was in college. My friend, we’ll call her Susie, and I were both going into our second years, so was her boyfriend Brad. So Susie finds out that she has herpes. The only guy she has ever been with is Brad. Naturally, she is devastated to find out he’s been cheating. We find out that she is not the only one he infected.
There are in fact at least 5 other women we find out about.
What’s more, we find out Brad has known that he is positive and still going around hooking up with people and saying that he is healthy. Basically, his attitude is that someone gave it to him, so why would it be wrong for him to spread it too. Yeah, Brad is an *sshole of epic proportions.
Susie is just devastated and can’t get out of her funk and what she now has to deal with health-wise.
Now there is an urban legend where, as revenge, a woman hid, I think, shrimp in her cheating SO’s curtain rods when she was forced to move out of their apartment. This story has been featured on many shows about urban legends. It just so happened to come on late one night when I and Susie were watching tv.
The problem was Brad had 5 roommates. So no way that was going to work. But wait, Brad has a car. And Brad is too broke to afford a new car anytime soon. She knows the door code to unlock the vehicle and I just so happen to know how to remove certain vehicle panels to access holes in other panels that it would be impossible to get shrimp out of.
Plus he worked the early shift on Wed, lucky us it’s Tuesday night.
So off we go to the store to buy the clearance section of meat and seafood out. We’re talking ground beef, shrimp, imitation crab meat, various kinds of fish, and deviled eggs.
Oh, and during this lovely time of September, our little town was experiencing a triple-digit heatwave. So off we go in the middle of the night, when it’s still 90 degrees out, and get to work.
Luckily for us, Brad lives in a sh*tty apartment with no security cameras and other tenets who don’t care about 2 women working on a vehicle at 1 am.
Sure enough, the door key code still works. So we pop out these little covers on the door panels that access the interior of the door. In goes the tiny little shrimps. Then we remove the plastic panels from the wheel wells.
And in goes some ground beef and deviled eggs. Next was his liftgate. Anyway, you get the idea.
We put his car back together and off we go. Over the next few days, the smell just got worse and worse. The apartment complex manager asked him to move the car off-grounds because of the smell. Our town also has some mean feral cats that roam around, they just loved hanging around his car.
So not only did it stink, but he risked being attacked by some mean feral cats. He would have to always have the windows cracked open at least a little.
The best part is Brad and I have the same major. So over the next three years, I see him a lot. He became notorious for his horrible smelling car. He couldn’t afford to replace it, no one would buy it, no matter how many times he had it cleaned the smell remained, and no one could figure out where the odor was coming from.
Even if they had figured it out most of the panels would need to be completely replaced because the only access is tiny holes.
To this day people still ask him about his car on Facebook. Like, if he says he will pick people up they ask him if he has a new car. Nope. Still the stink mobile. He currently works at Starbucks, so that thing isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Kind of like his herpes.
I like to think of this as my ultimate Sherlock Holmes level petty revenge/prank. I will never top the awesomeness of this one, it was my masterpiece.”
23. My Stingy Roommate Didn't Know I Was The One Blocking Him From Accessing The Internet
“My roommate in college was a selfish d*ck. Now I have known him since preschool and we are still friends but he is one of those people you cannot live with. He attended the local tech school that is supposed to be a pipeline into the main school that the third roommate and I attended. However, he barely went to class and sat around getting high and playing Xbox.
My Xbox specifically, which is where this story begins.
He used to have friends over all the time and mostly, they’d get baked and play Xbox in the living room. Now I don’t like having a TV in my bedroom, so I set up my flatscreen and Xbox in the living room. I’d like to note that both he and our third roommate had Xboxes as well, but they had theirs set up in their respective rooms.
When the latest (at the time) call of duty came out, we would spend hours playing together in a big squad. That is until the third roommate’s Xbox got the red ring of death. Shortly after, my Xbox got the red ring of death.
Well, we think it’s all good because d*ck roommate has the next-gen xbox360, which wasn’t prone to the same issue. We’ll just move his Xbox out to the living room so we can keep playing COD zombies.
The response 3rd roommate and I got was, and I quote, ‘Nah, I don’t want people playing it all the time because it will probably break. Plus what if you and 3rd roommate are playing it and I want to play by myself?’ We were livid. How could he spend all that time using my stuff and not extend the same courtesy?
At the time, I had supplied the router for the internet in the house, which meant I alone had the admin password.
I also found out you can block specific MAC addresses. Well, guess who couldn’t connect to Xbox live when he wanted to play online? I would turn it on and off sporadically over the next few weeks. I found out he spent like 4 hours calling both times warner and Microsoft trying to get the issue resolved. Eventually, he started to put 2 and 2 together about when it would go out and come back.
You’d think I would stop, but I adapted. I found out that you could open a port to remotely access your router from the internet. At the time I had a Blackberry (I know I know) that could load the HTML router config page. Thus, I started turning off his access when I was gone. I was even away one weekend at our rival school and shut him down from 3 hours away. To this day he still doesn’t know it was me. I still go over to his house and hang out on the weekends.”
22. Greedy Property Management Company Got Their $10 Plus Something Under Their Floorboards
“A couple of decades ago I was renting a house in the Seattle area and my landlord was a real sh*tty property management company. I had a lot of arguments with them, but when I moved out and cleaned the whole house, and nothing had been damaged. Regardless, they decided to keep my $850 deposit, plus they had the guts to say I owed them an additional $10 for “cleaning costs.” Right at the time, I was a victim of a violent crime, and I had to move for reasons related to that.
I didn’t have the time or energy to argue with them about the $860 dollars, and I’d been hospitalized. Feeling beleaguered, I took the first apartment I could afford, and it had roaches. I hadn’t noticed them when I was looking at the place, but after I moved in I saw them. I felt devastated, so many bad things piling up on me. That’s when I got an idea…
I started to catch the roaches in a jar and save them. After about a week I had a good number of live roaches in my jar, so I drove down to the property management office to pay the $10. In the lobby, the secretary asked what I needed and I replied that ‘I thought I owed them some money…but wasn’t sure how much.’ The secretary got up and left the lobby to find my file, leaving me totally alone.
At that point, I opened my backpack and took out the jar of roaches, opened it, and let them scurry away. Within seconds they have disappeared under floorboards and furniture. A moment later the secretary came out and said, ‘Oh yes, you owe us $10.’ I paid them and left with a big smile on my face. Petty revenge? Yes. Do I feel guilty? NO.”
21. I Let His Pizza Get Cold To Count His Coins In Front Of His House
“I occasionally deliver pizza as a part-time job.
There is a customer that tends to pay with a big bag of change. I don’t mean a bag full of quarters, I mean a bag full of dimes, nickels, and pennies. Since his meal typically costs about $20, the bag usually weighs several pounds. It is a total pain to count out all of the change, so typically drivers will just assume that he has the correct amount and leave.
Usually, he has just enough or maybe a few cents over. I don’t think it is an innocent thing either, as he usually gives the bag of change with a mischievous grin. It is such a pain, that most of the drivers know his address by heart, and avoid going to his house if at all possible.
I was having a bad night, and by the luck of the draw got this dude’s house.
I remembered reading a post on r/pettyrevenge involving someone paying in a checkout line with a bag of change, and I knew I could use a similar method to take my frustration out on this guy in the pettiest way possible. I pulled up to his house and left the pizza in the car. I rang the doorbell, and when he answered I saw the large bag of change in his hand that I knew would be there.
He asked where his pizza was, and I said ‘New policy, sir. Gotta count it out before we can give out the pizza.’ So I sat down on his doorstep and started to count out all of the change. At one point, I even asked if he could turn on his porchlight because I was having a hard time seeing. He did end up sitting there while I counted out the entire bag of change, even though it took about ten minutes.
He ended up being about a dollar over, so I started picking up pennies to give him his change back when he said that I could keep the rest as a tip. When I gave him his pizza, he sheepishly told me sorry and then shut the door.
The whole situation was incredibly awkward, and to my knowledge, he hasn’t ordered pizza from us in a while. Oh well.”
20. My Brother's Ex Had An Unfortunate Event When I Shipped Her Things
“My little brother and his girlfriend came to stay at my house for the weekend, and the girlfriend was super self-centered and obnoxious. When they left, she forgot her clothes and toiletries because she left them sprawled all over my bathroom.
About a week later, she and my brother moved into an apartment together. After he paid for the moving truck, deposit, and utilities, she cheated on him with her ex and kicked him out of the apartment.
This left him broke, homeless, and heartbroken.
In the days after the breakup, she kept calling and emailing him several times per day, demanding that he ask me to ship her clothes and toiletries back to her (‘I mean, it’s really important. It’s my NORTHFACE.’) My brother called and pleaded with me to ship them to her so she would stop having a reason to contact him.
Being the loving sister that I am, I gathered up the Really Important Northface sweatshirt, shorts, underwear, shampoo, conditioner, soap, and razor. I folded everything nicely. I then wrote a nice note apologizing for taking so long to mail them to her, and let her know that I hope all is well. The note was written in permanent marker, and the paper happened to be resting on the Really Important Northface when I wrote it.
Unfortunately, the ink bled straight through the paper and onto the shirt. Also, unfortunately, the shampoo, soap, and conditioner caps were not tightly secured on their bottles, and the contents leaked out all over the clothes, further spreading the ink. The most unfortunate result, though, was that her razor didn’t have any sort of protective cap or container and left little slashes all over the front of the Really Important Northface.
She received the package, and my brother never heard from her again.”
19. My Arrogant Roommate Lost Her Nametag And I Didn't Say A Word About It
“I lived in a cheap apartment with roommates and we all worked in fast food. Money was tight. One roommate ended up unemployed for a few weeks and then got a job as a bank teller, making much better money. However while unemployed she had missed a rent payment, which we had scraped together to cover for her.
Two weeks into the new job she gets her first paycheck, obviously we are expecting immediate payback.
On day 1 she says something along the lines of she couldn’t do personal business (cash her check) during work so she could pay us in a couple of days.
The Friday she was supposed to pay us she comes home with a big shopping bag and casually mentions she can’t pay back rent yet because she had to buy new work clothes. When roommates and I got upset she went total b*tch on us that we ‘didn’t understand how to work a professional job because we were only food service’ and basically told us we would get our money when she felt like it.
That weekend she misplaced her nametag required at work. She spent hours searching for it. At some point, I came across the nametag in a random spot and said nothing. She kept searching for it all weekend and was panicked that she would look bad to her boss, etc. I never moved or took the nametag but the whole time I knew where it was. She never found it and had to get a new one. She also never paid the back rent and we kicked her out a few weeks later.”
18. My Friend Flew To Another Country, Assembled A Plant Stand And Left It In My Guest Room
“At some point back in the late 90s, early 00s my friends and I started trolling each other by sending each other links to what we’re supposed to be legit pictures (normally of each other hanging out, something cool, etc) but were actually pictures of plant stands. It got so bad that we started refusing to click links sent around, and coined the phrase ‘don’t plant stand me’.
Flares up and down for several years as my friends move away from NYC and around the country, but continue to share pictures/funny links/etc. We would also keep track of who had gotten who most recently, and I don’t even remember what I’d done but I’d plant stand-ed one of them particularly badly.
Fast forward about a year, I’m getting married. Everyone is invited, including this friend who is going to stay at my place during the wedding.
She drives up in a rental and asks me to help bring her bags in. I’m so excited to see her I rush out and grab a couple and carry them into the guest room and get her all set up.
It’s a great wedding and my wife and I head off to our honeymoon for a week, saying goodbye to everyone before we go. When I get back to my house, another week or so goes by before I have to get something from the closet in the guest room. And that’s when I find it.
A huge, wrought-iron plant stand, smack in the middle of the room.
This friend of mine found, bought, disassembled, flew to another country, reassembled, and left a plant stand in my guest room. And I helped carry it into my own house!
Needless to say, she won. We don’t plant stand anymore. There’s no point.”
17. Annoying Neighbor Gets A Payback From People She's Troubled Around The Neighborhood
“Once upon a time, I was a newly married lad. We purchased my grandparent’s house from their estate, as our first home. We didn’t have kids yet, so we both had full-time jobs and hectic schedules.
Incident #1) One day, I came home from work to find my dog out on her run, going crazy. She rarely barked, so I paused for a second, trying to find out what was going on… and watched as a bright yellow sprinkler came flying over the fence.
There was a bunch of stuff lying about my back yard, where the neighbor kid (let’s call him Evil Son) had been throwing it at my poor dog.
I walked next door and banged on the neighbor’s door. The boy’s mother (let’s call her B*tch) came to the upstairs window (not even to the door) and yelled ‘what are you doing on my property?’ at me. By the way, this is my very first interaction with this woman.
I introduced myself and tried to explain what was going on. She immediately jumped to ‘do you have video of my son throwing stuff?’
Then, inexplicably, B*tch started blaming my wife and I. ‘If we weren’t such hermits, everyone wouldn’t hate us so much.’ Odd, all of my other neighbors waved when we went by… but we didn’t interact more than that. She was the only one I didn’t know.
Anyhow, she went on, and it turned out that she was upset that I didn’t tell her that my grandmother had passed. Yeah… I hadn’t told someone I didn’t know about a family matter. Fine, whatever… I dropped the matter and left.
Incident #2) Shortly thereafter, I stopped working a regular 9-5, and started my own business, working out of my home. I noticed some mail went missing.
One day, I see the mail truck go by, and put on shoes to go pick it up from the mailbox. When I get down there, I find the box empty, and B*tch walking away from it with my sh*t in hand.
I yell at her, and she drops it in a pile on her driveway. Proceeds to yell at me that it was blowing around her driveway and that I should be more careful.
Yeah, so I call the cops. They are reticent to do anything since I didn’t actually see her take the mail from my mailbox, but they still go over to talk to her. I can hear her yelling at them from inside my house. The next day, she runs out and stands in front of my car, trying to confront me as I am leaving. I tell her in no uncertain terms that I am ok with running her over.
Incident #3) A neighbor’s pet bunny went missing from its outdoor hutch. Another neighbor spots Evil Son down at the end of our cul-de-sac, looking suspicious. Bunny is found, strangled and mutilated, where Evil Son was seen. Cops are called, denials, the works.
Incident #4) We were getting our house ready to sell. Part of that included stripping and repainting our attached deck. I come home from work and find a can of paint has been opened and thrown across the deck, some furniture, and the side of the house.
There are a few child-sized footprints through the paint. Cops come, but don’t give a f*ck.
Incident #5) Evil Son is expelled from his elementary school. He was found with a ‘Kill List’ containing most of his classmates. This was not long after Columbine and similar incidents, so folks were sensitive about stuff like that.
Incident #6) B*tch has an ‘extinction burst’, as they call it, blaming everyone for everything bad in her life.
She puts fliers in everyone’s mailboxes, talking about a conspiracy against her. Did you know that that’s actually illegal and punishable by a fine? She does now…
Incident #7) B*tch takes a different neighbor to a task, out in the street. Turns out, she doesn’t have any friends, anymore. Other neighbors join the fracas, ganging up on her. Turns out her kid hurting their rabbit, or her kid throwing rocks at their cars, and various other events, made her no friends.
Incident #8) B*tch gets kicked out of a city alderman meeting, where she tried to have the entire neighborhood condemned for various imagined slights.
Results) So, after years of dealing with this woman’s antics, we prepared to move to a new house. We threw one last blow-out party, as one does. I get a little inebriated and went on a rant about how little I was going to miss having that neighbor.
A friend decided that payback was in order, so we went down into the cellar, and perused my grandfather’s shelves of Stuff-He-Never-Threw-Away. Amongst it all was a bottle of killer. Great Depression era, block letters, ‘ killer’. I have no idea what was in that stuff.
Now, this is where the story gets a little hazy. My friend disappeared for about an hour and then was back, as if nothing ever happened.
I never saw the bottle leave the shelf. But, a few days later, parts of B*tch’s lawn started to turn brown and die. Big block letters spelled out ‘I am a b*tch’.
I ran into B*tch a week later, as I was getting my mail. Contractors were tearing up her lawn, laying down rolls of sod. She stomped over to me and ranted about my other neighbor’s kids. She clearly saw them apply lighter fluid to her lawn, and light it on fire to burn the awful message into it.
Funny thing, whatever was done to her lawn, within a week sections of the new sod died, and the message reappeared (although blobby and illegible).
And I still have that yellow sprinkler.”
16. Jerk Co-Worker's Car Turns Into A Giant Snow Globe
“Northern United States. Snow on the ground. The dead of winter. The coworker at the local shop is a consistent jerk. Said coworker also goes out for frequent smoke breaks and, rather than standing in the cold outside the back door, likes to sit in their car.
So one day, a different co-worker of mine comes into the shop with a cardboard box in their hands and a gigantic grin on their face.
Long story short they have purchased two pounds, now think about this 2 pounds, of glitter. It came in several small clear plastic bags all within the cardboard box they were carrying. I’m sure I’m just remembering it this way, but I swear at one point somebody said ‘I have a plan’.
Said co-worker with the gigantic grin manages to slip outside into the parking lot during the shift.
They come back with an empty box.
Fast forward to lunchtime. Said jerk coworker goes out to their car for a smoke. It hasn’t been snowing, but it’s cold enough that you can see your breath. So they getting in their car and as the door closes, the engine comes to life. At my other coworkers’ insistence, several of us have gathered by the break room window to observe this occasion.
What happened next I can only describe as a literally screaming snow globe. The howling that came out of that car, as all of the glitters came shooting out of the dashboard air vents, we’re filled with surprise, panic, denial, and eventually anger. For about 3 seconds the front windshield of their car looked very similar to the effect of stirring metallic paint, only vertical and multicolored.
Years… No exaggeration. No joking. Years later, they would come into the shop and, I am told as I no longer work there, from time to time you can see a piece of glitter stuck to their backside, or their hair, their hands, their boots, pretty much anything that would have come in contact with the interior of that car. Several of my friends still will not let said co-worker drive them anywhere, as they’re afraid to get fairy glitter from the car.”
15. This Is Why You Have To Be Nice To Your Friends
“I once was good friends with 2 women, who were friends with each other. Call them Kate and Jane.
Kate and I had a falling out with Jane. Over what, we don’t know. She suddenly became antisocial, cruel, and vicious. On the evening of the big fall out, we all had agreed to hang out late in the evening.
I go to Jane’s apartment and knock, no answer.
Kate shows up, I tell her Jane isn’t answering the door. She says ‘She’s probably got those d*mn headphones on again. I’ll knock on the window.’
So she does. Jane comes to the door SCREAMING at us. Why did we wake her up? Did we know what time it was? How hard it was for her to sleep?
We were shocked. We reminded her we’d all agreed to meet at 11.
I’d spoken to her not 3 hours before and she said she was excited.
She kept berating us. We finally told her it was fine if she didn’t want to hang out with us, but she should’ve sent us a text or something when she changed her mind and we wouldn’t have bothered her and she should go back inside.
Kate and I went across the courtyard to my apartment (Jane and I are neighbors) and sat outside drinking and smoking and talking.
Much of the talk centered around how much Jane had changed, how rude and mean she’d been, and how we were sick of her sh*t and having to constantly maneuver around her easily bruised ego.
Kate was pretty drunk, so she sent for an uber to get home, but she also needed to pee really badly.
I told her to use my bathroom, but I had a large pit bull at the time (RIP Cooper) and she was scared of him.
So she decided to pop a squat outside. But being drunk and still annoyed at Jane, she also decided to take her revenge.
She walked across the courtyard, yanked down her pants, and peed all over Jane’s welcome mat, stoop, and door. Laughing hysterically the whole time.
I just sat there dumbfounded.
Kate pulled her pants up and said ‘That’s what I think of her now.’
The uber came, she left, and it was never mentioned again.”
14. Kid Won't Pay Me Back So I Spread Peanut Butter All Over His Car
“When I was a teenager I made the st*pid decision of letting this kid I knew to borrow a good chunk of money. I had expected to be paid back the next day. He ignored my calls and texts so I went to his workplace (where I also buy my coffee every day.) After months of excuses about his house, mom, buddies, dogs all having to do with him not having the money, I’d finally had enough.
I went to a Family Dollar, bought a jar of peanut butter, stopped at a cafe next door to grab a plastic knife, and began exacting my revenge. I found his car behind his workplace, it was unlocked too! I spread peanut butter under all four door handles, inside and out, behind the window switches, behind his steering wheel, shifter, volume knob, just about every possible surface I could think of that wasn’t in direct line of sight.
Just before the shop closed I took a walk downtown and snagged a discreet seat in perfect viewing distance of my perfect revenge. It was so sweet. I remember the excitement I felt when he first reached for his door handle and pulled his hand back in disgust. I couldn’t see him in his car very well but I could see him flailing his arms about and I loved every second of it. He called me a little later on asking if I had anything to do with all the ‘sticky sh*t’ in his car and I responded, asking if he had anything to do with that money I was owed. I got my moolah a couple of days later!!”
13. I Let Them Get Tired Of Looking For The Penny For Nothing
“I used to deliver pizza for Dominoes. It was my last shift and there was this house that was always rude (I called to asked what the house looked like and they said ‘I gave you the address’ and hung up), never tipped, etc. I got to their house and they gave me a check for 1 cent less than what the total was. I said, ‘I am going to need the extra penny’.
They grumbled off and took their time hoping I would give up but I just sat there holding the pizza. They finally came back all annoyed and gave me the penny. Note that they had no intention of tipping. They gave me the penny and I chucked it out into the street and left. They saw me do it. It was SATISFYING.”
Another User Comments:
“It wasn’t Dominos, but I delivered pizza for a while, and I had a terrible regular who never tipped and sometimes shorted us.
So on my last week, they ordered and I took them their food. He tried to short me by $5, swearing they didn’t have it and were so sorry they over-ordered. Blablablah. So I opened up one of their pizzas, took a slice, handed him the rest, and ate it on my way back to the car while he stood there slack-jawed.
Got back to the shop and the owner was like ‘did you do this?’ I said no, he was lying, and shorted me $5, and never tipped. He got banned.” FragsturBait
12. Boss Paged Me On My Wedding Night So I Almost Ruined His Marriage
“Boss paged me on my wedding night (yeah, bad on me for leaving the pager on but in my defense, it automatically turned on after charging & I wanted to have a full battery before setting off on my honeymoon trip). He did it as a joke, but it came at an … inappropriate … moment. We had a ‘page only if something’s on fire’ policy, so I had to call in even though I had just gotten married and was about to go on two weeks’ vacation.
When he answered, he laughed so hard I just HAD to do something about it.
So when I got back I programmed the mail servers to call out on their phone lines and hit his pager with dial-back numbers for phone s*x services. At 4 AM. Every day. His wife got this pager before he did one time and saw a text message something like ‘I loved how you described how you would f*ck me, Jerry.
Call back when your wife’s gone for the day.’ His wife was NOT amused. She thought he’d been calling phone s*x operators & tore him a new one.
He knew it was me, but he was too stubborn to ask me to call it off. So it kept up for weeks until he finally figured out where the script was running from and used it to page me instead. We had a back-and-forth pager war for a while, but then it all f*cked up when an actual data center emergency happened and one of us ignored the page thinking it was the other pranking him. That ended the fun.”
11. My Wife Replaced Her Godiva Chocolates With Laxatives
“My wife used to keep these little Godiva chocolates that she likes in her desk at work but started noticing some of them missing and figured it must be someone from the overnight cleaning staff taking them. Fed up with losing her not-inexpensive treats, she decided to get revenge on the choco-thief in question by replacing the good chocolate with little squares of chocolate laxatives that look just like real candies.
The next morning she saw several of the laxatives gone, and then from that day forward, she was never missing another one of her good chocolates ever again.”
Another User Comments:
“Sounds a lot like the story I heard from a similar thread last week. The guy was tired of his roommate drinking his milk. So he put laxatives in the milk and the roommate had to go to the hospital because he was dehydrated. He just told the guy he must be allergic to milk.” Decaposaurus
10. Cheating Classmate Learns His Lesson The Hard Way
“During my Freshman year of high school, I was in a biology class that was made up of main juniors. This one guy, who sat next to me, would always be a j*rk to me during class. I always did well on the tests so he would always look over and copy the answers from my scantron. I’m pretty sure he didn’t realize that I knew he was cheating off of me.
Well, one day I got fed up with this guy messing with me and cheating off of me. So the next test comes around and sure enough, he starts copying my answers. I finish the test and so does he. He gets up and turns his test in and comes back to his seat. I looked him in the eyes and proceeded to erase my entire scantron.
I then retook the test, this time marking the correct answers. The look of panic in his eyes was so satisfying. He ended up making a 2% on that test and never cheated off me again.”
Another User Comments:
“Did something very similar in college. Girl cheated off of my test every Friday, and the seats for that particular class (Macro Economics) were assigned, so she’d always be sitting there.
20 question test. No Scantron, just circle AND write the letter (double-checking yourself & making the prof’s life easier).
I just moved my answer forward one (B to C, or E to A for example). When class ended, I went up to him & explained what happened. He laughed, found mine, checked it by hand (100%), then pulled hers (0%). He then busted out the grade book and discovered that outside of the first test (mine 100%, hers like 75%), we had identical scores on everything, including missing the same questions on the same tests. He zeroed all of those tests out as well.
I think she went to community college after that.” PhoenixUNI
9. Bunkmates Steal Man's Fudge So He Plots An Unforgettable Revenge For Them
“Not me, but a friend’s story from his time in the military:
Receives care package from grandparents of 7 pounds of homemade fudge and cookies, but immediately has to go on a long mission, like 2 months long. Instructs his bunkmates to wait for his return and all will be shared. He returns, there’s less than a pound left. There’s initial outrage to be sure, but he’s calm about it.
You’d rather see his outrage than his calm face because that’s when he’s plotting your demise.
Weeks and months pass, and he has plotted. Finally, he’s scheduled to be in the same vehicle as them. The night before, he chows down on two boxes of Oreos and a gallon of milk. Lactose intolerant. His head is sticking out the top hatch and made a seal with his belt and equipment.
Just as they got too far to return, he lets loose the vilest, most sickening flatulence – he was happy to, quite literally, sh*t his pants. The guys inside ended up vomiting all over the inside of the vehicle, and ended up having to pay my friend back the market value of the fudge, which he never got to taste again because his grandmother passed away before being able to make another batch.”
8. New Player Guilt Trips An Old Player And Placed A Bounty On His Head With The Money He Gave Him
“So this was in the video game EVE Online.
The game has a PvP (player vs player) policy of ‘punish instead of prevent’ meaning that anywhere in the game anyone can legally shoot anyone for any reason. There are certain places where if you shoot someone first then your own ship will be shot by invincible NPC police. However, there is a time gap between when you start shooting the innocent player and when the NPC police kill your ship (~10 seconds).
So players will ‘gank’ other innocent players knowing full well they will lose their own ship as a result. This is allowed and encouraged by the Devs and is one of the most defining features of EVE Online.
So this one dude gets bored and decides to gank a very new player who is in a (practically) free ship. Keep in mind the attacking player’s ship is easily worth 5 times this new player’s ship and he is doing this purely as a troll.
So 15 seconds later, there are two exploded ships. The new player just goes off. Like a solid 15 minute rant of pure 13-year-old rage. He explains that this (very cheap) ship is his entire net worth and that he will be quitting the game because he has nothing left.
The attacking player actually feels pretty bad and because EVE is notorious for not retaining new players, decides to reimburse the new player’s ship.
He gives the guy 100 million isk (the in-game currency). Now, this is a huge amount of money for a new player. The new player could afford about 100 of the ship he just lost. This is enough to keep the new player going for months.
Then, 30 seconds after giving the new player the money, the old player gets a notification:
‘New player has placed a bounty on your head for 100,000,000 isk.’
The new player took every last cent and used it to put a price on the old player’s head. Now anyone who kills the old player will get the bounty. The new player then logged off.”
7. Lazy Groupmates Mess Up Their Part Of The Presentation While I Get An A
“Freshman year of college when I got paired up with 4 girls to do a group assignment that regularly sat together and did nothing but gossip, I was pretty much 100% f*cking done with group projects and refused to ever do them again. These four girls did nothing for the 6 weeks we had to work on the project and while I did my part I wanted to really f*ck them over with it.
I stayed up the 2 nights before it was due working on it turning a 15 slide assignment that was supposed to be brief and well summarized into a 60 slide monster. When it came time for us to present I had let the girls know I did the slides and that I’d present first and then they could just read off them. (they were 100% super thankful and happy about this which just made me even madder)
I loaded up the PowerPoint did my 6 slides (which contained all of the information needed for our portion of the assignment) and then let them just go on and on and on not realizing they were repeating sh*t every other slide, talking over information not relevant at all to the project, and the struggle of them clicking next and never getting to the last slide.
I watched those b*tches burn and it was glorious.
My professor ended up asking me after class what the hell was going on and when I explained she told me she’d evaluate what was done and get back to me. I got an A for the assignment and the girls would give me glares the rest of the semester and I’d just flip them off still annoyed, IDK what they got for a grade or if they had to repeat it.”
6. Got My Revenge By Submerging A Mattress In The School's Swimming Pool
“I had transferred to a very small private school in my junior year of high school. Not my choice, but my parents moved to a rough area and my mother worked a second job to keep me in there because the public school was known to have low graduation rates compared to other public schools in the neighboring cities. For that, I’m forever grateful. I had gone from being somewhat cool to the new kid without friends.
It lent a lot of perspective and empathy and from it, I learned a sense of compassion for anyone being the newb in a class or job scenario as I became an adult.
Anyway, transferring I, I sat in the hallway outside the principal’s office as the administrative work was being taken care of. Across from me was Jon, (without the ‘h’) who was awaiting discipline for something, though I’m not entirely sure.
He looked me up and said, ‘What the f*ck are you looking at?’ Being a former cool kid, I laughed under my breath, rolled my eyes, and shrugged it off. That did not go well with him. He told me to go f*ck myself and he’d see me later just before he went into the office to receive whatever discipline he was there for.
Throughout my junior year, I’d be called names, shoulder checked, even spit at by Jon.
I eventually made friends at school, so it was tolerable. I always kept my cool. Being a small school, we also were on the baseball team together. I was somewhat of a standout and was awarded captain of the team and on the field, Jon and I had mutual respect and a common goal of winning. However, towards the end of the season, he broke that mutual respect by peeing in my baseball bag, soaking my helmet and glove with pee.
It has always smelled like urine since. I never ratted him out because it just wasn’t my thing. I don’t discount others for doing it, especially in a bullying or dangerous situation, but it just wasn’t for me. But, I was at the point where I had had enough. I was going to get him back.
He had a class in a period before mine. We had the same desk and he’d often leave me notes that said, ‘F*ck you’ on them.
Looking back, I now think it’s kind of funny. But he had made the mistake of leaving a graded test behind one Friday. He had a D so I know it wasn’t a token for him to show his parents. I took it and devised my plan for revenge:
I wrote on the back, ‘Sr. Prank ideas…’ listed a bunch of preposterous ideas like, ‘Cow on the top floor, Set off sprinklers, Call in 100 pizzas’ and finally ‘Throw a mattress in the pool’ among others.
I did my best to mimic his writing. The following weekend, I had driven around town, found a mattress on the side of the road, hopped the fence of the neighboring K through the 8th-grade campus, and dragged the mattress, with a ‘Seniors ’02’ spray-painted on it over the fence and into the pool.
The thing about throwing a mattress into a pool is, once it’s soaked, it absorbs a ton of water and becomes very difficult to pull out from the deep end.
The school had to rent a bobcat to pull it out. It snagged and ripped and a bunch of foam and debris littered the pool and the school had to drain and clean the pool and fill it again. Needless to say, it was an expensive fix. The following Monday, I had left his test behind as if it had been there all weekend. Somebody in another class had turned it into the teacher who then turned it into the principal.
Jon was soon after expelled because it would have been his third strike at the school. They couldn’t simply suspend him this time. So he left the school, and finished the last two months of the semester at another school, and graduated. From what I heard, his parents didn’t even believe him when he was questioned and denied doing it.
I had a bit of guilt at the time because I was worried I may have set him on course for disaster in life.
But through Facebook, I eventually saw he took over his father’s successful plumbing business and is doing okay so I don’t feel as much guilt as I used. I acknowledge how what I did for revenge was messed up and could have been disastrous for him. But he rebounded in life just fine. I just hope that he learned he can’t get away with pulling his sh*t every time- that there is always some force keeping tabs and he treats others with a little more respect. I’m sure karma will get me back some day but In the immortal words of Daniel Cormier, ‘F*ck Jon!'”
5. Ex Won't Give Back The Tickets I Bought For Her Before So I Reissued New Ones
“I dated a girl a while back for a bit and we decided we wanted to go see a concert that we both would have enjoyed. The concert was about six months out from the date the tickets went on sale but I bought some for us anyway. I figured it would be smoothish sailing until the concert because everything was going well between the two of us anyway so I figured why not? At $100 a ticket, I think it would be a fun event to go to in the future and gave us something to look forward to.
So I bought the physical tickets and when they came in I gave them to her for a birthday present, at this point the concert was only a couple of months out no biggie right?
Wrong.
As you may have guessed the relationship didn’t work out so well, we shall say mutual differences occurred. Well, she started giving stuff back that I gifted her over time, but never gave me the concert tickets back.
Thinking I was out of luck, I was about to count those off as a loss and get over it when I decided to call Ticket Master and see what happens to tickets that are….’lost or stolen’ as it so happens as long as you have the same credit card and an ID you used to purchase said tickets they can automatically issue you new ones.
So what happens to the old ones? They become invalidated but the person won’t know that unless they attempt to go to the concert with them.
I think you see where this is going. Now since I was petty as f*ck, I called her up and explicitly asked about the tickets, hyper petty I know, but non the less she ignored the question did not even say something like, ‘f*ck you I’m not giving those back’ just simply pretended not to hear me.
Well, I had already issued new tickets which had she said something to me I would have let her know that, but she didn’t want to make amends about it so f*ck her.
I brought my best friend at the time of the concert. The show was great… Fantastic even. No hate text messages, no elicit Facebook posts. Nothing. I figured she shrugged it off and didn’t go, because imagine the embarrassing feeling you’d get going to a concert assuming with someone else because you had two tickets only to be told at the gate that your tickets don’t work because they were flagged for being stolen? Awkward…
Now I have to preface this by saying, my tickets were really inconvenient to get to the location in the arena. Meaning that people in the section we were in really had to go out of their way to get to this section, basically one concourse in or out of the nosebleed section of the arena. If you are going to meet someone chances are good the only reason you’d see them is if they deliberately came to your section.
Nearing the end of the concert the band walks off and just before they came back on for their encore I kept getting this really uncomfortable feeling someone was watching me… So I look over out of the corner of my eye toward the concourse and I see a figure of a woman walking down the hallway. No. Way. She. Was. There. Right?
Anyway, I ignore this odd feeling because who would after being embarrassed at the entrance to the concert go and scalp, because the show was sold out, another ticket just to come up to the section you were supposed to have seats in just to see if your ex was actually using the tickets? Crazy right?
Yeah I thought so too. Welp turns out.. she really did buy another ticket. Mind you she brought her friend to the concert to go to the concert, but because I reissued tickets they would have had to scalp two tickets, but she didn’t.”
4. We Trashed The Evil Lady's Car With A Dead Groundhog
“Once lived in an apartment with my best friend, not a really nice place but the price was right. So our neighbor on one side was a middle-aged lady with 2 sons. Let’s say 13 and 16 years old. These boys were all gothic out and kind of weird, but they seemed to be good kids. They were always outside sitting on our shared steps. After we had been there for a while we figured out why.
Their mother was absolutely terrible to these boys. Through our thin walls, we could hear the daily verbal abuse, constant yelling, and name-calling. As a result, we hated this lady. She was a terrible person. We would occasionally let the boys come in and play video games or hang out for a few minutes if it was raining or cold so they didn’t have to go home.
Anyway, one night my friend and I get drunk and somehow find a freshly dead groundhog. This evil lady’s car happened to be unlocked. It was some sh*tty 80’s 4 doors. We gutted this dead groundhog and shoved it under her driver’s seat. It was like the middle of summer. You can imagine the stench that must have come from that car…. so the car did not move for 3 or 4 days.
Then one day it is gone and we never saw it again.
We didn’t put much thought into our drunken plan and unfortunately, a few days later we heard the lady blaming one of the kids for the car. She didn’t say a lot about it and of course, the kids didn’t know a thing about it.
This was years ago and I’m not proud of what we did, but that’s not to say that evil b*tch didn’t deserve it!”
3. Someone Abandoned My Friends On The Pier, So I Switched His Sock Out With My Nasty Sock
“I am/was in the Navy, and on my first ship, I had a small group of friends. We were very close and spent most of our time together.
In the military, you have to build up time to take off, and 2 of my friends decided to take a trip to Ohio for some reason. They went through the process of requesting the time off and got it approved.
They were in the process of booking a flight when another one of our shipmates (sailors) overheard them talking about booking flights. He told them he was taking that leave as well, and was heading somewhere and could drop them off (it was on his way).
Fast forward to the day of leave, my friends are packed up ready to go, and the other sailor said he was ready to go and would meet them on the pier, to take them to Ohio.
I hung out with them on the pier, since we were close and I was off but was leaving that day. 2 hours passed and they received a phone call that he was running a little late, and would be there in an hour. 5 hours later, my friends said ‘forget it’ and booked flights. Cost them around 300, 400 extra dollars, and being E-3’s that was a lot of money.
Sc*mbag finally met up with them and gave them a lengthy excuse on why he left them on the pier, and it was nonsense to say the least. My friends were annoyed, and even though he didn’t actually do anything “wrong, wrong” he still ditched them.
I slept on the rack underneath the now sc*mbag and already didn’t like him. He wasn’t very reliable and smelled kind of bad, which was a common occurrence when you lived in close quarters, but it could give people a negative stigma about you.
One day, out-to-sea I got tired of his smell and was still pretty perturbed about what he did to my friends, so I decided to switch his sock out with one of mine. Only my sock wasn’t used for my feet, it was used for my ‘alone’ time.
I waited until he fell asleep, and took his shoe, then shook his old sock out (he reused his socks).
I slid my 3-day used crusty sock into his shoe and set my alarm for when he got up.
He then woke up, used the bathroom, and got ready for his watch. He took his shoe down, pulled the sock out, noticed something was weird, peeled the sock open, and brought it to his mouth/nose to smell (It literally touched his lips). Then put the sock on and went to stand his 12-hour watch.
I waited a long time to tell my friends, as I didn’t want anyone finding that out. But once that guy went UA (unauthorized absence), and never returned, I told my friends, and they were pretty happy with my decision.”
2. Annoying Roommate Got Tipsy And Didn't Know How He Ended Up In The Snow
“A roommate of mine would always consistently prank me by setting traps and doing a list of other random things. He also had a habit of messing with my stuff and wearing my clothes thinking I wouldn’t notice. My revenge came when one night I had a few buddies over and he had just come back from a long night of drinking and went in his room and crashed.
So while he slept, I and my buddies carried him and his mattress outside in the backyard while it was snowing outside, and let him lay there for like 5 minutes, then we started throwing snowballs to wake him. He was so drunk even after hitting him with snowballs and waking him up from his slumber, he just curled back up under his blanket and went to sleep.
An hour or two after he came pounding on the door mattress in hand and all. When he asked me how he ended up outside, I just told him when he came in the house said he was wanted to build an igloo outside and just took his bed and blankets and went to sleep in the backyard. He believed my story. I laughed all the way to work.”
1. My Pettiness Almost Destroyed My Relative's Family
“Well… for the entirety of high school, I lived with my aunt and uncle because my parents wanted to make sure I got a good education.
There was one day in high school that I was super cold. I didn’t have a clean hoodie to wear so I borrowed my cousin’s. I had a second period with my cousin’s younger brother and he looks at me and nods in disappointment.
‘You know you shouldn’t be wearing that, right?’ I explained that I was in a hurry and if it was such an issue I’d wash the hoodie and put it back. He shrugs his shoulders.
Later in the day, I’m getting off the bus and my cousin calls me from DC (where he’s going to college). He chews me out for an hour over this hoodie. He said some pretty nasty sh*t.
So I retaliated – I said, ‘at least I don’t have to worry about my brothers doing drugs (super petty in hindsight).’ I wish I hadn’t had said that because sh*t hits the fan from here.
His younger brother (the one that ratted me out) had just started smoking the green plant. My family is super anti-drugs so that was a huge issue. DC cousin tells his parents, parents chewed younger bro AND me out, and force us to take drug tests.
Before taking his test, younger bro rats me out for drinking alcohol before prom. I passed, he failed. The family is crying, and there was a clear divide between my cousin’s family and me. I was literally told that I broke the family apart, and I got berated some more.
He ends up getting sent to Valley Forge and my aunt/uncle said ‘you’re lucky you’re going to college – it will straighten you out.’ I drank more alcohol/smoked more over those 5 years than ever before.
But I did end up getting straightened out. I drink socially and don’t smoke anymore because I’m finishing my master’s in the health profession. I actively avoided going to their house for any family events for 7 years…
Had I simply just taken the *ss-whooping and not said anything about him doing drugs, it would have been a minor inconvenience that would have gone away… but sometimes you don’t think of this when you’re 17. It was petty and it backfired.”
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