I think the picture is funny too. If there is a Mike, he's better off without her. Revenge is for fantasy, not action. Childish shit. But other folks' drama is usually funny, as long as it's not my problem.
Dunno, sometimes good old fashion revenge is just what the doctor ordered.
Case in point ... About a month back I'm pulling into a parking spot when this a-hole pulls into the spot facing me (clearly after I had started pulling into my spot) and proceeds to race across the painted dividing line coming a full 3 feet into my spot thus preventing me from completely pulling in and leaving the back end of my car hanging out into the roadway, add, almost hitting my car. She then starts leaning on her horn and screams for me to move my "fucking car" because she wants to pull through into my spot. I decide not to give up an inch for a full minute, blowing my horn back, that is, until she and her friend get out and I see they're two super angry 200+ pound black women who seem really eager to kick my little white girl ass. This is confirmed when the driver screams, "If you don't move your fuck'n car I'm gonna drag yo cracka ass out of it and beat you down bitch!" So knowing full well that this is exactly what will happen as I'm out numbered, collectively they have 300 lbs on my ass, and that I can't fight worth a shit, I beat a hasty retreat, quickly throw my car into reverse and speed off.
Now fuming, I watch from a distance as these two fat fucking bitches lumber into Wal-Mart. After a couple minutes I drive over to their car and dump the remains of a vanilla shake (like half of a large cup) that's been sitting in my car's cup holder for 3 days through a 2 inch opening in the fat ass' driver's side window. The warm gooey stuff flows down the window and splashes all over the cow's interior. I then happily skip back into my car and drive off feeling really really (I mean really) good about what I just did. Like a giant weight has been lifted and I'm a winner! I'm the greatest winner in the history of mankind, all-time! The whole way home I was singing, laughing, dancing in my seat, thinking of what the reaction must have been when those two bullies got back to their car. HAHAHAHAHAAAA! I laughed, suck on that bitches!
Let me tell ya, the reality was a hell of a lot better than any fantasy. Childish, OK, I can live with childish all day long if it means feeling as good as I did then and as I do right now reliving the story. So worth it. I highly recommend it.