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Thread: Small revenges
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06-08-2016, 03:02 AM #31
Hang around a few years and I'll tell my story as soon as the statute of limitations is up.
Just call me Harold
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06-08-2016, 03:12 AM #32
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06-08-2016, 03:22 AM #33
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06-08-2016, 03:32 AM #34
When I was in High School I ordered a subscription to a porno mag that was sent to my friend's house in his name. He never did find out who gave him that "gift"!
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sharptonn (06-08-2016)
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06-08-2016, 03:35 AM #35
Back when you could get away with it! Before caller id! Ordered a few 'pizzas' in my time!
"Don't be stubborn. You are missing out."
I rest my case.
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06-08-2016, 04:12 PM #36
That was done often enough that the unclaimed pizzas were set out at a discount for walk in buyers. Yup, pizza joint mechanic were I, during college. Free meal and hard work. Did that after being a cop for a year because it paid more!
~Richard
PS. We had one customer on "drunk night" Thursday's who covered his pizza with red pepper so other drunks would not eat it.Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.
- Oscar Wilde
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06-12-2016, 02:05 AM #37
Many years ago when I was a Mounted Constable in the South Australian Police Greys, I mananged a small revenge on a fellow constable, who was due to internal politics was able to give me a difficult time with impunity. For awhile just before knock off parade at 16:00 hrs a lot of us would congregate in the stable Sergeant office, and yarn and some would smoke. This particular chap would set on the edge of the sergeants desk and use the sergeants ash tray. One afternoon before knock off, I had my Navy Colt powder flask in my pocket, I quickly scattered a small charge off fffg into the ashtray, and waited. Sure enough a group once again congregated in the office, a drowsy hot afternoon, and sure enough the particular chap once again sat on the sergeants desk and lit up his arvo smoke. He took forever to smoke it, then came the fun part, he started to butt it out in the booby trapped ashtray, took him a couple of goes, then Woooof!! gave everyone hell of a fright, not the mention said annoying chap,, then the whole lot in the office really took the mickey out of him, it was of course obvious who had set him up. He was most suitably annoyed, as he did take himself ever so seriously: and slightly singed.
Guess one would probably get locked up for doing that now days.
cheers
HeelerauKeep yo hoss well shod an yo powdah dry !
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06-17-2016, 12:13 PM #38
Once after a disagreement with my wife, I went into the kitchen and tightened the hell out of every jar I could find.
I used lock picks to lock my managers desk that he didn't have keys to.
I mounted dummy security cameras inside the company men's room.B.J.
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06-17-2016, 02:14 PM #39
I'll just pass this onward...
A near relative visiting while I worked late crawled under the stall doors at work and locked them on the inside. A bit of consternation! Boss came into shop and had me open them...very quickly!
And the look in his eye was...........
~RichardBe yourself; everyone else is already taken.
- Oscar Wilde
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06-18-2016, 05:39 AM #40
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Thanked: 3215Had brand new, morning watch supervisor, that was out to make a name for himself.
So his VW bug, would be carried to a different parking space in the lot, for a week each night. Then a dead coiled rattle snake place on the passenger seat floorboard. His sun visor was loaded with Horse manure.
On a long stretch of days off a duck was captured from a local park and placed in his locker with a bowl of water and bag of feed.
He would go to the men’s room for his morning constitutional, with clock like regularity. Someone taped up a bunch of road flares, with a wind up clock and lots of curly wires, slid it under the stall, while he was reading the paper.
He ran screaming through the building and called the Bomb Squad before anyone could stop him.
After the bomb incident management, read the writing on the wall and he was promptly transferred, before we accidently, killed him.
Back in the day, when you could get away with stuff like that today, we’d go to jail.