About a year ago I threw a party at my house. Unfortunately, because I unexpectedly had to cover for a colleague the next morning, I didn't drink much, whereas some people had clearly decided that the house plants should be watered with the contents of their stomach. I could never stand the above mentioned guest. He was so drunk that he staggered towards be and almost shouted at me, asking if I had some grass somewhere, because he needed some, he would pay me for it too. Since I have never taken drugs I didn't have any. However an idea quickly came to me. I went into the kitchen and grabbed some leftovers from yesterday evening (broccoli), and cut a piece into very small bits. I then took some of it and put it in a zip-lock bag. Now I am 25 Euros richer, and since then I have to laugh whenever I see him. What happened to the package, I sadly don't know. However I never told him. Only a few friends are in on the know and they also always laugh whenever they see him or whenever we talk about it.
I let my mom get drunk before the night before I got my sister up for school and was beat up with a brush because I woke my mom up before she was ready which pretty much hurt like I was interrogated and tortured by some special services agency.
A few years ago I once worked in a small company with a choleric boss. The company was run by him and his wife, and there were five employees. The employees were yelled at for every little thing and he threatened to fire them. His wife, who watched us constantly, was also terrible. We weren't allowed to talk privately and she timed us when we went to the bathroom to make sure it didn't take too long. I could hardly believe the strict working environment there and I quit after only six months.
It was known that the boss liked to drink too much sometimes and still drove his car. Moreover, everyone in the company knew that he visited his favorite bar every Friday after work, and around 9:00 pm, when he was drunk, he got back in his car and drove home. And that's what I told the police in an anonymous letter: the name and address of the bar, his license plate number, the day of the week, and the time. On the Monday after I sent the letter, he didn't come in to work until about noon and without his car. Surprisingly, he was pretty subdued. He retreated to his office and we hardly saw him the rest of the day. I worked there for another four weeks and then started a new job. In those four weeks I never once saw him come to work with his car again. Until that day, he and his wife always came in separate cares, because she only worked half-days and went home at noon. After I reported him anonymously, he was driven to work by his wife in the morning and took the bus in the evening. I confess that I denounced my employer, who gave me my pay and my daily bread.
I (m/21) recently became old enough to drink. My friends invited me to a party at their apartment where I exceeded my limit. I didn't throw up, but I got mega drunk. And in the middle of the night I didn't want to walk all the way to the bathroom to take a dump. My friends coffee-table, however, was right by to me. So they awoke the next morning, hungover, and seeing someone had taken a massive shit on their coffee table. They were extremely pissed. Needless to say my friends still don't know it was me.