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!
INSIDE MARIAH CAREY’S SHOCKING SILENCE: WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE HER SISTER’S DEATH?
Mariah Carey did not talk to her sister, Alison, before she died. The reason? Alison’s struggle with drug addiction created a big distance between the two sisters.
Sources close to the family shared with TMZ that Mariah did not reach out to Alison in her final days. Instead, she spent the last week with their mother, Patricia, who was also very ill.
Mariah was not in contact with Alison, and sources say it’s because Alison struggled with addiction for many years. Mariah had tried to help her sister emotionally and financially, but it wasn’t enough to help Alison get clean.
Eventually, Mariah felt she had to show Alison tough love. She didn’t want to enable her sister’s behavior, so she decided to cut off contact and distance herself from Alison.
As we reported, Alison passed away over the weekend—the same day their mother died—without any contact from Mariah.
Mariah talked about her relationships with her mom and sister in her 2020 memoir, *The Meaning of Mariah Carey*. In the book, she claimed that Alison had once “drugged me with Valium, offered me a pinky nail full of cocaine, inflicted me with third-degree burns, and tried to sell me out to a pimp.”
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