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I just noticed a thread where the OP erased his original question, but not before other's had quickly added their opinions. Here's something along the same line as the one about inviting individuals one does not like over for a door-bell shock, but this does not entail physically harming or killing anyone or thing. However, it's a very satisfying revenge ritual I learned from my father.
For those grudges, bad feelings, chips still on your shoulders, and left-over anger you've never been able to completely shed before your nemesis(es) died, whose grave would you most like to piss on?
I'll start: The first grave I ever pissed on was that of a neighboring farmer who shot my pair of Boxers (a male and a bitch) who were romping around with me on our property one afternoon. The sick bastard was on his own property and used his deer rifle to kill my pets in front of me. The guy just hated dogs and used the excuse that my dogs chased his sheep. Unfortunately, at the time he didn't have any sheep on his farm. I was 12. Now, every time I have the occasion to visit the grave yard where my parents are interred, I never miss an opportunity to walk over to that asshole's plot and enjoy relieving myself.
Trust me. Although I know I'm "spiritually" stunted with regard to his one person, being alive to piss on his grave has saved me a lot of couch time in a shrink's office. :smile:
Any LPSG-ers know the location of some graves they would like to piss on? Come on. This is no time to be bladder shy.
For those grudges, bad feelings, chips still on your shoulders, and left-over anger you've never been able to completely shed before your nemesis(es) died, whose grave would you most like to piss on?
I'll start: The first grave I ever pissed on was that of a neighboring farmer who shot my pair of Boxers (a male and a bitch) who were romping around with me on our property one afternoon. The sick bastard was on his own property and used his deer rifle to kill my pets in front of me. The guy just hated dogs and used the excuse that my dogs chased his sheep. Unfortunately, at the time he didn't have any sheep on his farm. I was 12. Now, every time I have the occasion to visit the grave yard where my parents are interred, I never miss an opportunity to walk over to that asshole's plot and enjoy relieving myself.
Trust me. Although I know I'm "spiritually" stunted with regard to his one person, being alive to piss on his grave has saved me a lot of couch time in a shrink's office. :smile:
Any LPSG-ers know the location of some graves they would like to piss on? Come on. This is no time to be bladder shy.