Hell hath no fury

I heard some girl on the radio giving the Satanic Death Threat to her ex during the midnight dedication, and it got me to thinking...it's been a while since I had a good revenge fantasy. I remember hearing a story about this chick who trashed her boyfriend's apartment, took boring old rental-eggshell-white paint and went Pollack on his ass, covered every piece of furniture in his place, some of it not actually purchased at Ikea but Ethan Allen (hmm, a Queer-Eye touch?) and made quite a nasty mess. So he decides to post the pictures on a website and and is immediately innundated by poor dudes with their own tales of psycho-ettes--voice mail clips, copies of restraining orders, that sort of thing. As far as I know my mug hasn't made it to that hall of shame. Y'know why? Listen close, little grasshopper. The best form of revenge is indifference.