In high school a friend of mine had some personal property that belonged to me and he kept blowing me off. Finally I was at his house one day and asked him where my property was and he told me it was locked in this large trunk he had at he foot of the bed, but there was a problem, he was apparently "too stoned to remember the lock combo and would remember it after a nap". So the dude left me playing video games to go take a nap. As soon as he left the room I bust that trunk open and boy was I in for a surprise. The trunk was full of women's panties, mostly the lace kind you might find a Victoria's Secret or something. Whatever I thought, surely my property must be in here somewhere, so a digging I went. I stopped when I found Polaroids he had apparently taken of his own junk, slamming the lid down. When he came back I told him what I found, he said the panties "came with dirty magazines and the pictures he sent to girls". This dude was dick-picing chicks before dick pics were a thing. Turns out he lied to me and never bought what he was supposed to buy me and had pocketed my money. Considering he had been stringing me along for over a week and made me dig through his pantie collection, I did what any rational high school kid would do, I told everyone that would listen. He was already not a very well liked guy at school, now he couldn't walk down the hallway without someone yelling something pantie related at him. "so-and-so wears pink panties", it was graffitied on the walls, in the bathrooms, in the textbooks, someone even carved it into the bleachers in the gym, this guy's high school life was ruined. He disappeared for the rest of the school year after that, came back the following year when most people had forgotten about it I guess. We surprisingly remained friends, but I felt pretty bad.