I use to live by an awful person when I lived in Lousiana. He called the cops on me often- mostly for music being too loud. Although, I didnt have to deal with him too much since I worked nights.One day I was gone and the mail guy asked him if he could leave a package for me at his house and leave me a note telling me to pick it up there. I guess he said yes. When i got home I read the note and went next door. He bitched at me for 20 min about it, I told him next time dont tell the mail man yes. I went home. It was a good size box- from my mom. I put it down and relized that he had opened it. I looked inside- my mom sent me a box of chocolate covered cherries along with the clothes i asked her to send me. It looked like he ate all of them and then went through the box. Chocolate was everywhere. I had to throw some of the silk items away- from chocolate on them( and the thought of him touching them)
I decided to get even with him, I baked a chocolate pie using real whip cream, delicious crust and Ex Lax chocolate. I gave it to him and thanked him for keeping the package for me. he ate most of it on the porch right there. But stopped like he was going to toss his cookies. He stood up with his hand on his stomach and ran inside the house. I didnt have any trouble with him after that.![]()















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