Most of us don't get the chance to re-live our childhood, even though most of us would love to go back and experience parts of it. I am lucky. I'm one of the seven lucky people who got the chance to go back in time to experience the joys of childhood.
Most of you have heard enough about my workplace to come to the conclusion that the people I work with are insane (I wonder what they say about me). But for some weird reason we all get along and run a very successful business. Through all the complaining about one another, the bickering and yelling, all the employees have one common enemy: the boss' son. Let's just say he gets a paycheck for doing nothing and an extra paycheck that his dad doesn't know about (stealing are we?). He calls himself "vice president" of the company and struts around the office once a month trying to tell people what to do. VERY ANNOYING.
We decided to plot revenge. Revenge of the sweetest kind. It was planned for months and executed at the absolute perfect moment in time. Yes, I'm talking about TPing. One fateful evening seven employees gathered together, had a happy night full of eating and laughter. Then it was time. When the clock struck 1:00am, we got down to business. It was pitch black on the way to his house, we couldn't see a thing. Then out of nowhere his 10,000 square foot house appeared. I swear I could hear the dozens of rolls of toilet paper stored in the trunk of the car jump for joy when we turned the corner to his house. The weather was perfect. It was a cool, windy evening with a rainy mist just perfect enough to make an adhesive for the toilet paper.
Then it began. As quickly as he steals money from the business we jumped out of our cars and started decorating the house. Round and round we went until all you could see was a slightly irridescent form of wet toilet paper covering the property. In those few moments we were all children again. Laughing, playing, scaring ourselves with thoughts of being caught. But we never were, and never will be. After all, who would suspect seven grown adults to do such an act to a house with of teenagers living in it? It was never mentioned again. But we all felt it, we all knew the satisfaction of revenge.
It was perfect.
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MWA-HA-HA! (*frightening laughter*)
Awesome story!!
THAT.IS.AWESOME! Did you leave the empty T.P. rolls on his doorstep? (that was always my favorite part...)
good for you!
I love T.Ping! Congrats for getting away with the perfect crime!
did you get pictures?!
Little Miss - The TP rolls were thrown in random places in front of the house, one of which hit a window with a huge THUD. We thought we'd wake them up with that one, luckily not.
Tabitha - Pictures were taken of the party before the "real party," but none were taken of the decorated house. It was too dark and rainy for pictures. The images are permanently etched in my mind. And they are beautiful. Art I tell you, art.
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