Please note: If you are looking for a novel, story or how-to manual about getting revenge, this book is not for you. I Hate My Son-In-Law is for those who enjoy dark humor, as it relates to the subject of spiteful revenge. (Petty malicious desire to annoy, frustrate, humiliate or cause harm to another person.) Each page simply presents a hypothetical mischievous even ludicrously trick or prank to make the reader laugh. (Laughter can help reduce stress and frustration, which might help improve the relationship with a son-in-law.) This book may be offensive to some readers. A few examples from the book are provided below in the description.
Description:
When your daughter was born, you probably thought about, may have even dreamed about, the kind of man that she would (you hoped her to) marry. That perfect man, the man who you would be proud of - your Son-In-Law.
That wonderful day finally arrives. Your daughter gets married. But to your horror, disapproval and disappointment, your daughter married a loser, an idiot, a real dickhead or wanker, someone you truly despise. From that day forward, you may had thought all was lost, that there was nothing you could do.
This happened to me, and that's what I thought.
Over the months and years that followed, I thought about and later put into action 100 things that enabled me to get my revenge. Here are a few of the things I did to my son-in-law:
- No 16 I stuck my finger down my throat and barfed all over the hood of his car. Barfing on the hood of my son-in-law's car was a great way to start my (and his) day. As I wanted to leave him a memory of that day, I did my barfing on a hot sunny day when my son-in-law was sick in bed with the flu. Doing so gave the sun time to bake the barf onto the hood of his car....
- No. 21 I put some fresh dog poop in his jacket pocket. The wet, soft and sticky kind worked best. He might not have put his hand in that pocket straight away, but that wasn't a problem. The smell was sure to get worse as the day and evening progressed....
- No. 40 I farted on his pillow, more than once. The more farts I pumped out on and into his pillow the merrier. This one I performed often. I simply needed to have access to his pillow when I visited my daughter at her home....
- No. 85 I ordered Suzy the sex doll for him, to be delivered to his home while he was at work and his wife (my daughter) was sure to be home. I wanted my daughter to be the one to receive Suzy, so I arranged for her to be delivered when the son-in-law definitely wouldn't be at home....
This book demonstrates that a creative mind and taking action can enable anyone to feel a lot better when things aren't the way they want them to be.
