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hardsurfaceguy

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I LOST MY HOUSE TO DIVORCE PROCEEDINGS

On the first day, he sadly packed his belongings
into boxes, crates and suitcases.

On the second day, he had the movers come and collect his things.

On the third day, he sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining-room table, by candle-light; he put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of spring-water.

When he'd finished, he went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimps dipped in caviar into the hollow center of the curtain rods.

He then cleaned up the kitchen and left.

On the fourth day, the wife came back with her new boyfriend, and at first all was bliss.

Then, slowly, the house began to smell..


They tried everything; cleaning, mopping, and airing-out the place.

Vents were checked for dead rodents, and carpets were steam cleaned.

Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which time the two had to move out for a few days, and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting. Nothing worked! People stopped coming over to visit.

Repairmen refused to work in the house.The maid quit.

Finally, they couldn't take the stench any longer, and decided they had to move, but a month later - even though they'd cut their price in half - they couldn't find a buyer for such a stinky house.

Word got out, and eventually even the local realtors refused to return their calls.

Finally, unable to wait any longer for a purchaser, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.

Then the ex called the woman and asked how things were going. She told him the saga of the rotting house. He listened politely and said that he missed his old home terribly and would be willing to reduce his divorce settlement in exchange for having the house.

Knowing he could have no idea how bad the smell really was, she agreed on a price that was only 1/10 th of what the house had been worth ... but only if he would sign the papers that very day.

He agreed, and within two hours her lawyers delivered the completed paperwork.

A week later the woman and her boyfriend stood smiling as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home ......and to spite the ex-husband, they even took the curtain rods!

I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING, DON'T YOU?
 
Don't know if there is any truth to that story but my [following] story is true.

When we lived in Texas we first moved into an apartment. At first we were happy with everything. The place had a fireplace, something we had never had before. We had a second floor unit with a balcony patio that overlooked an adjacent wooded area, we had total privacy. The place had a dishwasher which we had never had before. The complex was only about two years old. Most of the neighbors were airline employees so they weren't around that much and when they were there we always had plenty of barbecues and get-togethers to attend.

It wasn't long and the dishwasher went to hell, took weeks to get it fixed. The winter came and the heater acted up and they were forever getting it repaired. Then our first winter a pipe in the attic burst and we were flooded. It took about two days for them to suck the carpets so we went to a motel at our own expense. We had falling drywall in the living room for months before it was repaired. Then the musty mold set-in a week or two later. They wouldn't replace the carpet, but they did make a feeble attempt to clean it by sending the maintenance man to rent a Rug Doctor. Spring arrived and the central air-conditioning didn't work. We asked to vacate our lease but we were bound to it for the remainder of the year.

The apartment manager was a bitch. She grew to dislike me (imagine that) because I complained so much. Well hell yes I did.

As more issues arose the manager became harder and harder to deal with. One of our neighbors became a close friend and she worked in the apartment complex office. Because of her I had inside information and new full well we weren't the only ones having all the same issues.

One day the manager had bought herself a new car. A little compact of some kind of which she was very proud. By now the Texas days were getting hot as hell and of course car interiors would cook from the relentless sun.

I was never one to get mad but I was always willing to get even.

So...one afternoon when no one was around I stuffed a box of fishing worms under the back seat of the managers new car. The seat cushion lifts up easily in those compacts.

It wasn't long before I began to get feedback from our friend that worked in the apartment office.

Long story short to my knowledge that bitch manager never did find the box of worms. I would go into the apartment office and the women would wreak of rotten worms. It was disgusting.

I spent a lot of years smiling to myself over that trick. It was a long time before I let my wife in on the secret and it wasn't until our lease had expired and we moved out that I told our friend what I had done.

That episode has been the topic of many barbecues over the years.
 
Well I'm sorry but she pissed me off.

If you have never had the pleasure of smelling two dozen rotting worms in the Texas summer heat - you haven't lived.:D
 
I was a lot younger back then...I wouldn't do that kind of thing any more and wouldn't waste the worms.

I have graduated to a 9mm.:D
 
A few drops of Tinks 69 doe urine dropped into the vent intake on the passenger's side between the hood and windshield can be pretty brutal in the winter when the heater is needed.
 
We use to put dog poop under the car door handle of cars that belonged to serial drunk drivers outside the pub, we'd sit back and watch from a safe distance as they stumbled out and opened the doors only to get covered in poo always wiping it on their jeans some didn't hold their stomach contents down and almost all of them didn't drive home..... Was very entertaining
 
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