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When I was in 9th grade, my older bitchy sister who told my parents that I smoked pot, was a senior.
She was the total valedictorian and so perfect. SHe had a boyfriend that my parents hated.
My vengence was simple and absolute. I stole a 20 pack of condoms from the pharmacy went home and put a single squirt of liquid hand soap in each unwrapped condom and left them slightly hidden but still in plain site in her bedroom the morning after her boyfriend had been over and she was gone for the day.
Mother walked in and began to spot a lot of used condoms.
I was in heaven. Pure fucking heaven.
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