When our landlord hiked our rent by $650, it was the last straw. Living in a rundown apartment with a broken fridge and constant harassment pushed us to the edge. Determined to get revenge, we concocted a clever plan to make him regret his greed and teach him an unforgettable lesson.
Dennis here. Let me tell you about the time my wife, Amber, and I dealt with the landlord from hell while saving for our dream house. It’s been a rollercoaster, but we learned a lot along the way
So, picture this: Amber and I moved into this tiny, run-down apartment a little over a year ago.
We were pinching pennies, trying to save up for a place of our own. The apartment was our stepping stone. Small, but we made it work. Amber decorated the place with some second-hand finds and DIY projects. I swear, she can make anything look good.
The trouble started right from the get-go.
We met our landlord, Mr. Williams, during the lease signing. Now, this guy looked like he had stepped right out of a 1980s corporate villain movie. Slicked-back hair, smug smile, and a suit that screamed “I have power, and I love it.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Williams,” Amber said, ever the polite one.
“Likewise,” he replied, barely looking up from the paperwork. “Let’s get this done quickly. I have other matters to attend to.”
We went through the motions, signing here and there. And then, like an idiot, I mentioned my income.
Amber and I brainstormed over a couple of beers one night, sketching out ideas on a napkin. We needed something that would hit Mr. Williams where it hurt but couldn’t be traced back to us.
Then it hit us—smells. Horrible, pervasive, can’t-get-rid-of-them smells.
“Alright,” I said, leaning back with a grin. “We need tuna, rotten eggs, milk, and dead mice.”
Amber chuckled. “This is going to be epic.”
We removed the tuna, cleaned out the rotten eggs, scrubbed the milk stains, and disposed of the dead mice. The smell finally began to dissipate.
“Good riddance,” Amber said, wiping her hands. “I hope he learned his lesson.”
And there you have it. The story of how we turned the tables on our greedy landlord and got the justice we deserved. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, remember: a little creativity and a lot of determination can go a long way!
Rosie O’Donnell’s Son Marries ‘The Love of His Life’ at Charming Wedding in Front of Family: Photos
Blake Christopher O’Donnell and Teresa Garofalow Westervelt tied the knot in a stunning ceremony on August 16, 2024. Surrounded by family and friends, the couple exchanged vows in a celebration that was nothing short of magical.
Rosie O’Donnell, Blake’s proud mom, shared her joy on social media, posting heartwarming photos from the day. “Awwww… #newlyweds –\Blake and Teresa O’Donnell #loveuso,” she captioned one image of the couple gazing lovingly at each other.
The wedding was filled with special moments, including Anne Steele, Blake’s stepmother, singing her original song “Timeless” for the couple’s first dance. “It was my honor to sing…I will never forget it,” Anne shared in her post.
The reception was a lively affair, with guests dancing the night away on a smoke-machine-infused dance floor. Teresa, later changing into a different dress and sneakers, and Blake were seen jumping by the DJ booth as sparkles lit up the scene.
Rosie also posted a touching tribute to her late mother, Roseanne O’Donnell, with a “memory table” at the wedding, commemorating loved ones who couldn’t be there.
We extend our heartfelt congratulations to the beautiful couple and wish them everlasting love and happiness!
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