I haven't ever done any of these, honest[img]/wwwthreads_images/icons/laugh.gif[/img], but "people I know" have:
-taken a paintball gun with frozen paintballs and dented the hell out of the body and shattered most of the windows of a Ford Escort. Guy cost someone that I went to school with about $200 in car damages, so the favor was returned, about 4 fold.
-Called the cops and reported that just saw a vehicle stolen and gave the owner's description as the person seen doing it. Declined to give name because knew who the person was and they might try to get even with you for snitching on them. Police usually accept that reason. At the very least it's an annoyance, at worst it's a very embarrassing incident. Guy was a VERY biased referee at high school games, to the point where he wouldn't call anything against HIS son's school, and every little thing our school did got a call. He never ref'ed at our school again.[img]/wwwthreads_images/icons/cool.gif[/img]
-Nails stuck in the tread just deep enough to stay in place, but not enough to do anything until the car starts moving.
-Slash the tires, but do it so you only put a little slit in the tread. Air s-l-o-w-l-y leaks out, but when they start driving, the belts heat up and the slit opens up. Then the tread starts ripping off the tire.[img]/wwwthreads_images/icons/smile.gif[/img] Insulted my mother. Careless words cost him about $500 in tires and $1000 in body work.[img]/wwwthreads_images/icons/smile.gif[/img] Don't insult my mom, ever.
-Kicked the crap out of a minivan door so hard you could see the shape of the inner supports. Okay, I did do this one. I was walking back to my truck across a parking lot with my buddy, looking at cars. So suddenly he goes, "hey man, that lady just hit your truck with her car door." I look up to see this fat Mexican lady looking at my door as she gets out of her Minivan. I yell, "hey, wait a minute." She looks up, and then slams her door, and ducks around the back of my truck. Runs off into the store before we can get over there. Sure enough, there's a little blue line on my door. Now, this wouldn't be that big of a deal. However, she didn't have the guts to stand and talk to me. If she had, I woulda just said, "well, you didn't dent it or anything, oh well. I've done worse on trails." Nope, she ran. To top it all off, she had Mexican plates on her van, which means she is up here visiting MY country, abuses MY vehicle in MY country, and then runs away from ME in MY country, not brave enough to admit what SHE did wrong. So I calmly walked over to her driver side door, and proceeded to kick the [censored] out of it with my Doc Martin's.[img]/wwwthreads_images/icons/smile.gif[/img] Hey, it could have gone another way..........
-Stuffed a huge ass potato over someone's tailpipe, and ripped off the extra so that the "core" of potatoe was deep inside, hard to see. Worked like a charm. Owner couldn't get the vehicle to start for ever, just kept cranking it and cranking it. After draining the first battery, getting a ride to go buy another, installing that battery, the potato finally shot out and the truck started.[img]/wwwthreads_images/icons/laugh.gif[/img]
-Ripped the little metal valve dohickey out of the valve stems, put the caps back on, and let them figure it out.
-Put already rotten Limburger cheese down the vents in front of the windscreen.[img]/wwwthreads_images/icons/crazy.gif[/img]
-Gotten every witness possible, including people they bragged to about it, and threatened to sue them and call anyone who tried to lie about it into court to testify, until their daddy paid to have MY vehicle fixed.
Personnally, I'd say do the last one. The other ones are kinda funny now, but can get you in LOTS of trouble. Youth, ignorance, anger, and hormones have been the driving factors on most of the others. Not a lot of thought. People have gotten in trouble for "getting even".
1992 Blazer Sport, 350, 4L60, Rancho 2"[img]/wwwthreads_images/icons/tongue.gif[/img], 285/75R16 AT's, K&N, Flowmaster, MSD[img]/wwwthreads_images/icons/laugh.gif[/img]
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