R for Revenge
My dad once punished me just because he was an asshole...I crushed and ground up a glass bottle and sprinkled it from his bed to the bathroom one night...the next morning I could hear him swearing like a drunken sailor and in pain like a whelp who had been beaten....scoreboard.
I got mad at a motor cop I use to work with.
He always took his gloves off and laid them
on the bike's gas tank. I found a fresh dog
turd and dropped it down one of the glove
fingers. The sad part was that I couldn't
brag about doing it until he retired a few