I took all the magazine inserts out of 300 magazines and filled them out with my old teachers name and address. Then I spent the next year mailing them in Five at a time. His mail box was getting stuffed with magazines that he did not want. He never knew why. He probably had to pay for them to. Then when he told One magazine to stop sending him shit, that one got replaced with at least a dozen more.
I sent him every magazine you can think of to. from Play Boy and Girl to Sessemee St.
Then I put an add in the local news paper saying his house and a car he did not even own were up for sale. I also put in the add to call after 10:00 at night.
Then I drove by his house at Midnight and threw 50 packs of fire crackers in his yard! It sounded like Vietnam! I ruined his good night of sleep and I was happy!