Vengeance
Found this freak's message posted in the alt.revenge newsgroup entitled "Ye ha... got the motha fu
cka" Message ID:
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Happy days the fu
cker has been stung!!
Brief background:
Big hairy biker/gangster moved into the house behind mine... loud bikes and parties... thats cool Im partial to the odd party..... he decides to tell my lady how sexy he thinks she is.... I over hear and tell him he is to apologise and never to talk to her again or I will kick his ass.... I kick the living fu
ck out of the fat piece of s
hit..... Next day the whole bike club decides to visit at 4 in the morning inviting me out.... fat biker gets base ball bat to the head..... my car is stolen....
I decide enough is enough. I have a hate/hate relationship with the law so I don't cry to them. I want my biker friend to move on... the plotting begins......
I start with a wire tap on his phone find out his movements and the best time to visit his house uninvited..
MORE...
Once inside I install a few well placed spy cams in the bedroom, bathroom and lounge connected to a home made video duplex which enables me to connect 4 cameras with sound to a time lapse vcr. Within a week I have video footage of massive drug taking, his wife fu
cking someone else and the biker tugging himself so often his dick must have occupational overuse syndrome. The dumb fu
cker even showed me where to find all his good shi
t!!! Once I remove my equipment and his stash the fun begins......
The first movie I make is of his wife f
ucking one of his co-bikers and all the audio that went with it... including some serious back stabbing from his good "friend" I send 10 copies of this tape via out of town courier to the bikers club rooms!!! Not all at once I sent one every day so I could rest easy that at least one would make it to the vcr.
Next job was to print some stills of the various illicit drug taking sessions, these I posted to him. Because these came from within his house and he's a dumb fu
cker the wife f
ucken copped it big time. We could hear the screaming and shouting even with TV up loud. The best was she took the rap stealing his stash!!!!
I made a "best of" masturbation movie and sent it to him with a big box of KY lube cream and a pre-booked appointment at the physio therapist to help him with his wankers cramp.
I save the best for last!!!! To complete my regime..... I have a friend who sells honey for a living... where there's honey there's a fu
ckload of bee's that make it. Here in New Zealand we keep bees in big wooden hives. I borrow my mates bee keepers setup early one morning complete with smoker. The smoke mellows them out. I make my way to where the hives are and smoke the f
uck out the bees and cover the hive with a large sack, tip it up and tie the sack shut. On the way back to the victims house the noise the bees were making was undescribable, they were f
ucked off!!!
I get home and climb the fence to his house. I untie the sack of angry bees making doubly f
ucken sure not to let it open, I take a carefully chosen brick and lob it through the fat f
uckers front window followed by the big sack of bees then I ran like fuc
k!!! I heard "what the fuck was that?" as I go over the fence. As I poke my head over the fence I see the hall light switch on followed by screams of terror and pain.... music to my ears it was.... That was a week ago and today he has just finished moving the last of his shit out of the house and FAAAARKED OFF.
Hope you enjoyed my tale...
