Alright, what's the sleeziest nastiest thing you have ever done.

Bamboozled some poor sucker into buying my POS 1974 Fiat 128.

the list is way too long .


but lets start with my neighbors asking me to take care of their house while they were on vacation . I cleaned em out !

or the neighbors that we terrorized for years to the point that they moved out in the middle of the night . then years later my brother now working for the phone Co . gets a trouble call at this condo and low and behold it was our former neighbor . before she slammed the door she yelled " how did you kids find us " . then slammed the door and called the phone co to send a different repairman . He had a little splaining to do to his boss . but says that stands by far the funniest customer he has had .

Or the ...... never mind that case is still open .

seen that!:smash: :smash: :smash:

I don't really remember doing anything that could remotely be called sleezy?:huh:

I puked on the floor and made this guy clean it up!!!!

I proceeded to take that mop and wring a little of the puke water into Vans cup of coffee!:yak: :huh: I forgot all about that, I was so busy!:hihi:

I copied an image off a popular website of some poor slob with a mop.


I'm gonna get lots of mileage off that one !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:laughs: :laughs: :laughs: :laughs: :laughs: ;) ;) ;) ;) ;)

My next random act of meaness is when I get my hands on a certain fishing net soon, I am not going to give it to Van!:rude:

Made people think that Chris L. is bald like me and my brother!
On a serious note, my parents gave me a cat toy for my cat one year that looked and felt just like a real mouse.
I used to work at a resaturant in Arlington at the time that had lots of older 20 year plus waitresses who hated my guts and never helped me out at work.
Anyhow, the girls there used to heat up their own desserts to give to the customers in a microwave. When a particular woman was giving me a hard time, I would wait for her to ring up a hot dessert, then put the mouse in the microwave while they were getting the coffees for the dessert. This was a quite effective tool, and believe it or not, actually made me quite popular with many of the waitstaff who I hated (I'm serious, they all turned out to be great after the ice was broken my Mr. Mouse).
Soon, I ran out of people to harass, and just started doing it as a joke. One day, my director of operations was talking to the general manager of the restaurant in the dining room (I had no idea they were there), when I decided to put the mouse in the microwave. The woman who saw it screamed bloody murder!!! My two bosses came running in and confiscated Mr. Mouse.
Later, two years down the road, I received a call from our controller who was extremely angry because he received a mouse in the interoffice mail. He took it as a great insult!!! Seems the old manager of the restaurant wasn't smart enough to spell my last name and had sent the mouse in via interoffice mail addressed to "Rick B."
He got a written warning for harrassment because I denied ever having anything to do with the mouse.
Served him right.
Rick

:laugha: Bigfish - Van -- yer killin me here :laugha:
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I put two dead rats on a sub roll with some sauce and cheese and gave it to a guy at work. He picked up the sub, looked at the end of it before he ate it and saw a dead rat looking at him. He was ready to puke at that point.:yak6: :yak6: :yak6: :yak6: :yak6:

I recently had to make a whole bunch of MSBA volunteers carry alot of heavy boxes full of fishing tackle and stuff and some canoes and kayaks up and down a bunch of miserable steps for the whole weekend!:uhuh: :laugha:

I just carried a clip-board!:hihi:

I plowed the streets in my town (Wrentham) for 10 years.
We have a lot of Patriot players and coaches that live in my town.
Lets just say, every chance I got, I made sure they would be shoveling for days to get out of their driveways!!!:kewl:

Raider Ron

When I was in college there was this guy who kept hitting on a girl I was seeing at the time. She was u[pset and he was really on the verge of harrassment so being the non-violent person I am, I came up with a little rouse to teach him a lesson. We invited him up to the fraternity house one night had some pitchers going, everyone's having a great old time. So then I introduced a bottle of Seagrams into the group. Bottle went round and round the room only everyone in on my plan was just pursing their lips and pretending to drink it, while the guy was chugging to beat the band and be the BMOC he thought he was. Long story short, he woke up in a sleazy motel a couple towns over with no money and just a flowery housecoat and some old slippers to wear. (Note to self, remember this plan when fishing with Bombas in Spring-Summer 2004).

We did a variation of this to a buddy of mine in the Navy. We had a bachelor party for him and had it set up earlier for all of us to go up to him during the night and do a Shot to the new bride. Problem is you do a shot w/ 20 guys and your pretty much done.

After he went down for the count we wrapped him up in a blanket (real Good so he couldn't move), threw him the back of my buddy's truck, drove to his future in-laws house, Dumped him on the doorstep, rang the bell and screwed.

Sounded like a good idea at the time. I'm just glad he wasn't around when I got married. :D

In college. List is too long, here's just one.

There was this sorority - Alpha Chi Omega. We called it "A-Chi-Joe" cuz, well, some of the ladies had beer guts (yes I know this is not very nice).

I replaced the tampons in the tampon dispenser in their bathroom with Snickers bars.

I already told you what I did to the clothes dryer of a rival frat that was pissing us off...

-WW

here is one We did in the Army .
We had a pure grain party and this guy " craig " passes out . I go to the PX ( store ) and buy nair . we proceed to write on him with sharpies . then sprayed him down with the nair . I then woke him up and told him " someone wrote all over you while we were shooting pool , you better go shower " we then heard some dreadful screaming ( nair burns sensitive skin ) . he came back into the room with out any hair on his head , eye brows , lower hair , mustache , leg hair , all of it gone . just like a new baby . He never passed out in front of us again . then there was my roommate "Pops" . he passed out on a regualr bases from moon shine . we did some crude things to pops and photographed them . He got me back on occation by thinking our door was the latrine . had to watch my step when gettin out of the top bunk .

too many to list...but one in particular...a bunch of friends and I were out bar hoping and one of our friends is notorious for being obnoxious when hitting on gals. In fact we felt he was limiting our chances. We talked him into going outside to smoke one. We then pinned him down and took off all his clothes except his fry boots (remeber those?) and his underwear. We then put them in a coin operated newspaper box. Bottom line is he had to bum .50 off someone to get his clothes back.

so finally i said ok? i'll fix your A$$.... being that he was in the middle of the dance floor and basically bombed (my older brother)
who smoked weed that night because he was getting out of the Navy the next day. He worked in the under ground navy bunker plotting ship locations on a clear glass screen and he had brought home chaulk that glows in the dark when exposed to ultra-violet light. So knowing the first place he'd go was the bathroom i disconected the bathroom light and hung a four foot black light in the bathroom up near the ceiling. Then we took a piece of that chaulk and carefully shaved it to make glowing dust and dusted his eyebrows,eye lashes,mustache, and goa tee beard (bad spelling sorry)and then started screaming til he woke. We all ran outside to spy thru the cracked open window and watched him freak out in the bathroom looking in the mirror. Of course that was in 1970 ok.... and i've been an Angel ever since.... yeah right! :cool:

back when i was in College at a forestry school we had this weirdo guy that we nicknamed "grab your balls" because we thought he was queer and that was a big deal in those days.
Anyway he had the only room to himself in the dorm and was very secretive and stingy. He had everything too...motorcycles
(dirt bike) stereos systems ,color TV's ,his own refridgerater...you name it -> he had it. A rich little brat ok. Well one day he squealed on the gang..and it was our turf so to speak. So we decided to do a number on him . We had a meeting with paper ,pens, black boards the works and decided to take everything he had and hide it in another dorm but took extra care to catalog everything and its exact Location in his room. We had a team to do clothing. one to do stereo stuff. another books ect.
7 teams in all. So finally he goes to town and we sounded a fog horn and began the mission all the while chanting the mission impossible theme which was fun. In fifteen Minutes we had his room so empty it echoed. Then we all went about our normal routine, Twenty minutes later he comes back and got the shock of his life. Later we returned everything exactly as we found it
based on our notes and photo's and never spoke to him again.

When I was a freshman in college in my dorm we had this jack ass that would blast his music with the door open night and day. He was an anoying little #^&#^&#^&#^&. We got sick of asking him to turn the thing down. So I snuck into his room open the back of the amp and cut every wire I could fine with a nail clipper. He brought a new one. I did it again. He everntually caught on and lowered the volume. What a #^&#^&#^&#^&.

where do I start? when I was first in the air force I was stationed in southern california. a buddy of mine, who ended up becoming a lifelong friend, was going on leave for two weeks and asked me to take care of his fish. so for the next two weeks me and my buddies crapped in his toilet and did'nt flush. It stank soooo bad in there, when he got back from leave and into his room we tied his doorknob to the railing outside his door so he couldn't get out and left him in there for two hours.
that is just one of a million things we did to this guy:D

We used to go to Pilgrim State on Sundays and throw squirells at the nuts.:happy: :happy: