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So you have to first understand, i was having the absolute best wed in a very long time. For you Canadians you will be realizing that the sun is staying up longer then ever, and the weather is finally warming up to a nice 15 or so. So after school i saw Josh, being the lazy friend he is waiting by my car for a ride home. So rather then giving him a direct ride home we decided to pimp it up around Peterborough in my Grandads 1990 Century. We went to the car wash then back to his place where we had a very fine burger the continued on to gourge on chips and stuff.

I went home, feeling just great i had no homework to do, i was on great terms with all my friends and i had gotten a 95% on my last physics test. Later that night i awake to my mother asking, who i pissed off and why our house was suddenly covered in eggs. She told me there were two 4 wheelers and some kids. So i awake to procede outside to my car, my freshly cleaned car to find its covered in house hold condiments. Written on my windshield and across the hood was "Niger Fagot". Now there are two problems with this, one i am not black...nor do i intend to act in that fashion, and two despite what my name on the CM looks like...i am not gay. So thinking like the logical person i am, i steal my mothers van and drive up and down our road in an attempt to catch these assholes who have ruined my good day, and deprived me of my 2-4 am in the morning REM sleep. I was unable to locate the idiots, but did find the trail of the 4 wheeler. It leeds to my x-friends house down the road, named Mark DesJardin. Yes in french, his last name means garden.

Now what you have to understand, is i can not suddenly conclude that this was soely him, nor can i really prosecute him as his father is my fathers boss. You also need to understand the dynamics of the people who i believe are involved. Upon graduationg from my Public School, i had 3 essential friends who i thought i most likely would be friends with the rest of my life. There names were Mark, Ryan and Mike. Being a N64 fan at the time this worked out perfectly, as we had 4 controllers and 4 friends. The problem was that summer i left for a month, and upon returning. Mike had suddenly became very jelouse of me for some reason. Since then he has held a grudge and takes any attempt to publicly embarass me or to just piss me off. Ryan, the friend who i was closest with, no longer returned my calls but instead spent all of his time hanging out with my neighbor Mark. Through grade 9-10 i tried to keep in contact, but found that i was much happier just hanging out with intelligent friends, and my new clique made by the core three of Josh Liisa and I. We had great times, and i still enjoy hanging out with them.

Between grade 9-10 i still had problems. Mark and Ryan would sometimes get bored and come over to my house. Still being insecure at the time i would let them in to hang out, and i felt the need to allow them to come in. Normally the day would continue that they would sneak liquor our of my parents stash, and then do something stupid. I can remember 3 specific instances.

1. Smashed my dads hand made bird house
2. Paint ball our weather bird thing (points in direction of the wind)
3. Rip up our Lawn with the 4 wheeler (this really pissed my mom off as they put 2000 dollars into it that summer sodding the whole thing to help make it grow. Before it was dirt, now its just weeds)

The problem is i suck at sticking up for my self, and i have allowed these people to trample over me for years. I think now they resent me because i have a future, i am applying to university and moving on with life. I have friends who i trust my life with, and i am finally happy. I am no longer insecure, and i just want to leave all that -shit- behind me. I just dont know how to deal with this, i often feel the only way to get through to idiots is either to press charges or to punch there lights out. The probelm with this is i have circumstansul evidense so i cant press charges...and i am a skinny freak with no muscle so punching them out is really not an option. I feel like i should just let this go and continue on with life but i want this shit to end and i want to get on with life and by happy. Not have to scrub egg of my house at 3 in the morning, and get my car washed again.

So i ask you all, what should i do

Wait for Neil to come up there........and we shove a broomsticks up their asses. If you cannot pinpoint who it was, we'll take it to all 3 of 'um.

Sounds to me like something is fishy if you found the 4-wheeler tracks. Were those tracks out of the ordinary??? Or do they happen to cruise around in that area all the time?

Serious though dude.....that's fucked up. If somebody did that to me....I'm not sure what I'd do, to be honest. Perhaps I shouldn't take for granted that I'm more loved, than not. I've had enemies before.....but that just resulted in a couple fights and innocent dumbass situations.

nah, the 4 wheeler tracks were distinct. I mean i live in the country, but they led out of my driveway and right into his...

They were fresh too....so i know he was somehow involved.

I am having a party this weekend with about 12 of us, maybe we should just plan a super good revenge...that could be fun

That could be sweet........

I know it sucks, but the best way to get revenge w/ stuff like that is to clean it up before they can see your reaction, and pretend nothing ever happened. Then they sit there wondering what the hell they did wrong. It really pisses em off.

Cass is right..........that beats my idea.

Sounds like your ex-friends are a bunch of idiots...i don't just mean that in an insulting sense but there is something severely demented about them

not just idiots..................fucking idiots

at that party if they go, put icy hot on the toilette seat, makes things very funny.

that's a pretty good one.

my cousin did that to his family on april first, along with have someone whose voice his sister didn't know and have him act lik social services and tell her they are coming to take her away.

Neil down and obey.. wrote:not just idiots..................fucking idiots

those are the worst kind of idiots....because they're actually breeding. and their legacy in life is just that, that they were fucking idiots and because of them we have more idiots in the world. - Paul Rodriguez

fuck his hot siter/hot girlfriend/hot mom/hot grandmother (ok, don't do that)/hot aunt/ect... as many as you can, or as many that are hot. oh and leave the used condoms on his bed/poorch/car/in his girlfriend.

slash the 4 wheelers tires, cut the brakes to it, drain the oil, throw all your party trash in his lawn, during your party round up the mob and just start knocking on his house. front door, back door, windows, bedroom walls, everything, all at once. spray paint the yard with a name for him.

and in the future, when you go to the burget joint he's going to work the rest of his life at, give them shit all the time. the burger wasn't cooked right, the fries are cold, the soda is flat, there's no ice in the machine, the bathrooms are dirty, the lettuce isn't fresh, it's too greasy, it's not greasy enough. and when you get the second one, complain about it again, and throw it at him, and yell "make it again burger boy!!!" then demand your money back after three burgers have been made.

that is a good one

Okay, can we kill them yet?

did anyone else think this topic was about a wedding night? because i did.

nope... lori's just a weirdo...

but it said wed night.

as in WEDnesday, duh.

*loads rifles* *heads to Canada*