Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz) 🌺 (
azurelunatic) wrote2003-05-18 09:22 pm
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Revenge is best served left-over, online, in a public forum.
So.
My good old high school best friend That Idiot Shawn (now known as Fuzzy) broke my heart once, or twice, or a dozen times. I stuttered for years as a direct result of events that were deliberately caused by him and deliberately shared with me by him.
Finally, though, I have forgiven him.
But not before some very tasty revenge.
It so happened that he was getting married, and I was invited to the wedding. I attended, wearing my most formal outfit (the fact that it was all black was incidental). As his bride walked down the aisle and past me, I tossed off a covert gesture behind the pew.
His little brother noticed, and giggled, and told me that Mrs. Fuzzy had obviously seen it, because of the glare she'd given me. The memory kept me warm for several years.
Fast-forward.
Fuzzy and I are chatting online, and the topic of embarrassing/worst sex stories in the forum he frequents comes up. He invites me to go, take a look, and contribute. I do so. I share my worst sex story, which happens to feature him and his wife, and ends with my lovely gesture of "Fuck You!" at her, just before she took her vows.
Fuzzy was dumbfounded. I have never heard him quite so incoherent before. It was priceless.
Ahh, sweet revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge.
My good old high school best friend That Idiot Shawn (now known as Fuzzy) broke my heart once, or twice, or a dozen times. I stuttered for years as a direct result of events that were deliberately caused by him and deliberately shared with me by him.
Finally, though, I have forgiven him.
But not before some very tasty revenge.
It so happened that he was getting married, and I was invited to the wedding. I attended, wearing my most formal outfit (the fact that it was all black was incidental). As his bride walked down the aisle and past me, I tossed off a covert gesture behind the pew.
His little brother noticed, and giggled, and told me that Mrs. Fuzzy had obviously seen it, because of the glare she'd given me. The memory kept me warm for several years.
Fast-forward.
Fuzzy and I are chatting online, and the topic of embarrassing/worst sex stories in the forum he frequents comes up. He invites me to go, take a look, and contribute. I do so. I share my worst sex story, which happens to feature him and his wife, and ends with my lovely gesture of "Fuck You!" at her, just before she took her vows.
Fuzzy was dumbfounded. I have never heard him quite so incoherent before. It was priceless.
Ahh, sweet revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge.
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The carnage starts right here.
That post is his story. Other amusing developments follow. My original post on the topic of his yarn-spinning is slightly incoherent; I've also immortalized his story lest the thread become completely dead and unviewable.
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But the *look* on his *face*...