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Hey Pandas, What’s Your Greatest Revenge Story?
This guy who always bullied me in year 7-9 decided to mess with me now. I was weak af, but now I am strong enough to carry him one handed, had drunk an energy drink, and was on an adrenaline rush. I could have nailed him, but instead I decided to just unleash... words do more damage than fists. This guy is a fvcking coward, okay? He was harassing me and one of my closest friends, who is gay, so got picked on by him. So I turned to this piece of d****e and said to him, why do you hate what is different... well it was a bit ruder than that but whatever. He pushed me but I didn't budge. I pushed back. I had just won a kart race and was the cool kid, not the idiot people thought I was in year 7. All of his "friends" were on my side. He left. I chased him out, and shielded my close friend. The bully is now ostracized. I later had another race, and gained more respect. People do not mess with me. But I push him around. Oh my, have the tables turned...

Hey Pandas, What’s Your Greatest Revenge Story?
Not really revenge but unintentional payback. My ex loved scare pranking me. Nothing serious but tiring over time. One evening, I returned home earlier than he expected me. He was in the bathroom. I didn't want to scare him by magically appearing in the living room so I rapped lightly on the bathroom door. Literally scared the $#!+ out of him. Like freak out scream. I felt kinda bad but in retrospect, he kinda had it coming.

Hey Pandas, What’s Your Greatest Revenge Story?
I had an epic karma moment when I was a teenager 😄
My mother is an a*****e, hysterical, toxic woman, with serious emotional issues. She used to take her anger and frustration on me several times per day. I was a good kid, was brilliant at school (first in my class) and never caused any trouble. But to her, I was never good enough: she'd keep screaming, insulting, punishing and humiliating me, and she often resorted to beatings during childhood.
Back to a September day, when I was in high-school. She was preparing tomato broth for winter, and I was getting ready to leave. (Important side note: tomato juice is boiled until it becomes thicker, then poured in glass bottles and left for a while to cool down before sealing the bottles. The ferments resulted keep it preserved for several months).
As usual, she was angry and kept snapping at me for trifles. She called me in the kitchen when I was about to leave. Just when she was repeating me what a "worthless, pathetic, stinky b***h" I was, one of the big bottles with tomato broth literally exploded, spreading 2 liters (about 67 oz) of red juice all over the kitchen: on the walls, on the floor, on the windows etc. It seemed that she had sealed it too early (before cooling down) and the ferments and steam c*****d the bottle, making it explode.
She was silenced, looking in disbelief. I took advantage of the moment. I sweetly said "I have to leave now, bye!" and stormed out the door with a big smile.
Normally, I would stayed to help her clean, but something felt different this time. I often remembered that moment in the following years. It was like the universe, or God, or someone up there wanted to remind me that I was not as she said I was. I was not a "worthless b***h" etc. , and all her rudeness and fury had nothing to do with me. It was a liberating moment.

Howdy Pandas. What Is Your Greatest Revenge Story?
I put my mom's car keys in a bucket of water beads.
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Hey Pandas, What’s Your Greatest Revenge Story?
This guy who always bullied me in year 7-9 decided to mess with me now. I was weak af, but now I am strong enough to carry him one handed, had drunk an energy drink, and was on an adrenaline rush. I could have nailed him, but instead I decided to just unleash... words do more damage than fists. This guy is a fvcking coward, okay? He was harassing me and one of my closest friends, who is gay, so got picked on by him. So I turned to this piece of d****e and said to him, why do you hate what is different... well it was a bit ruder than that but whatever. He pushed me but I didn't budge. I pushed back. I had just won a kart race and was the cool kid, not the idiot people thought I was in year 7. All of his "friends" were on my side. He left. I chased him out, and shielded my close friend. The bully is now ostracized. I later had another race, and gained more respect. People do not mess with me. But I push him around. Oh my, have the tables turned...

Howdy Pandas. What Is Your Greatest Revenge Story?
I put my mom's car keys in a bucket of water beads.

Hey Pandas, What’s Your Greatest Revenge Story?
Not really revenge but unintentional payback. My ex loved scare pranking me. Nothing serious but tiring over time. One evening, I returned home earlier than he expected me. He was in the bathroom. I didn't want to scare him by magically appearing in the living room so I rapped lightly on the bathroom door. Literally scared the $#!+ out of him. Like freak out scream. I felt kinda bad but in retrospect, he kinda had it coming.

Hey Pandas, What’s Your Greatest Revenge Story?
I had an epic karma moment when I was a teenager 😄
My mother is an a*****e, hysterical, toxic woman, with serious emotional issues. She used to take her anger and frustration on me several times per day. I was a good kid, was brilliant at school (first in my class) and never caused any trouble. But to her, I was never good enough: she'd keep screaming, insulting, punishing and humiliating me, and she often resorted to beatings during childhood.
Back to a September day, when I was in high-school. She was preparing tomato broth for winter, and I was getting ready to leave. (Important side note: tomato juice is boiled until it becomes thicker, then poured in glass bottles and left for a while to cool down before sealing the bottles. The ferments resulted keep it preserved for several months).
As usual, she was angry and kept snapping at me for trifles. She called me in the kitchen when I was about to leave. Just when she was repeating me what a "worthless, pathetic, stinky b***h" I was, one of the big bottles with tomato broth literally exploded, spreading 2 liters (about 67 oz) of red juice all over the kitchen: on the walls, on the floor, on the windows etc. It seemed that she had sealed it too early (before cooling down) and the ferments and steam c*****d the bottle, making it explode.
She was silenced, looking in disbelief. I took advantage of the moment. I sweetly said "I have to leave now, bye!" and stormed out the door with a big smile.
Normally, I would stayed to help her clean, but something felt different this time. I often remembered that moment in the following years. It was like the universe, or God, or someone up there wanted to remind me that I was not as she said I was. I was not a "worthless b***h" etc. , and all her rudeness and fury had nothing to do with me. It was a liberating moment.






















