Title: The Little Fucker Who Took My Money Category: Random
Hey, /b/...
Ok, I generally wouldn't ask for advice here, and definitely won't ask anything involving my love life, but this advice involves me needing fucked-up advice, and, hey, where better than /b/?
Ok, so, I'm in high school. Our story starts off right after winter break. I had gotten shitloads of cash from Christmas, and had forgotten to take it out of my wallet after we'd gone shopping. So, I'm at school, carrying almost $300 in my pocket without even realizing it, and I drop my wallet in the locker room after PE. An hour or so later, when I reach down and feel no wallet in my pocket, I panic, and retrace my steps, finding my empty fucking wallet stashed in a broken wallet, money taken. I take this up with the principal, which was a fucking mistake; he proceeds to call people up to his office, one at a time, informing the entire school (including whoever stole my cash). So, for about 3 and a half months now, I've been contemplating what I'd do to the fucker who stole my money. I'd been reading Fight Club (the book the movie is based on) when this first happened, so I was pretty certain on how little human life is worth, and that made me think of all kinds of fucked up things to do if I ever found out WHO.
Guess what, /b/?
The fucking idiot bragged to one of his friends the other day, and that friend told me. This has been said a lot, but now it is meant to its full extent, I think: do your worst, /b/.
Oh, tools I have at my disposal:
An old bottle of syrup of ipecac, which would seem useless, but it's ferment to the point of being lethal.
A few mercury thermometers, which could be snuck into a drink to make him deedidee for the rest of his life.
I live in the country. Disposing of a body = no problemo.
I can make plastic explosives.