Asshole Lesson #6: Revenge - The Endgame of Manipulation

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Revenge is a dish best served burningly hot, copiously and make sure it’s something that stains the tablecloth.


Once you've tasted the intoxicating power that comes from dicking peeps around, you'll crave more. Use every slight, every perceived injustice, as fuel for your ambitious schemes. Forgive people publicly, but never really let go of a grudge; use it to sharpen your focus and fuel you.


Remember, the ultimate goal is not just to win or take back what your adversary took from you; it's to completely all who stand in your way. Crush those who dare to cross you; make them regret the day they challenged your authority.

Embrace a relentless, single-minded pursuit of payback. Let every perceived wrong drive you to new levels of searing assholery! Hold onto your grudges like a precious treasure. Never be satisfied with a single act of revenge - seek to humiliate and destroy them again and again.


Become a true sauce boss of underhanded tactics. Satisfy your need to dominate all who oppose you. Vengeance is your fuel… and god help those foolish enough to cross your path.

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