>Riding my motorcycle
>Loud as fuck
>See a girl driving a car, with her friends.
>3 girls in the back and 1 guy in the front passenger seat
>Speed up and then pull in the clutch and coast it to her side of the door
>As i go past i punch her driver side mirror off
>OHH Sorry about that.
>Take off at a red light and pop a wheelie.
>before i knew it i was going down the road at over 124mph
>Put chewed gum on seats in public areas
>99% of the time people look before they sit and notice it and go to a different spot
>One time this guy sat in it and immediately realized the problem, looked down and saw it, then just buried his head in his hands as he let out this really long sigh
I like to imagine that fucking normie was having a hard day at the office and I put the icing on the cake. Fucking normie got what was coming to him.
like you know anything about /Mischief/ you roastie whore
>salty as fuck
Kill yourself normie
>Next-door neighbor, 9/10 girl.
>Always tried to get her attention but it never worked
>Never invited me to parties at her house or anything of the likes
>Her boyfriend is handsome as fuck and beats me in every category
>Got angrier as the days go on, every-time his car was parked at the front of the house i was enraged and felt hatred to both her and him
>Knew he was fucking her
>Anyway be out in the back today when i see her beloved cat on my fence just sitting there.
>Decide to grab a brick from the shed, break it in half and throw it at the cat
>It got it right in the side of the head and literally just dropped to the ground on my side of the fence
>Picked it up and threw it back over and it landed on her lawn
>2 hours later i hear her screaming
>That guy was a robot who left his house for the first time in years
>Decided to take a walk
>His pitiful legs got tired so he sat on a bench
>Didn't expect life to shaft him once more, in such a small way
I love /mischief/ but picking your target is important.
Jesus Christ this is too funny for me to imagine. You smug fuck.
I always check for things like that and one of my friends used to give me hell for it ("lol why so paranoid bro") until one day he sat on a mustard packet.
He's joined the 'aware' club.