The "Hacking" of Bob's Web site . . .
For a long time I never told people about this; I consider this one of my best pranks of all time, yet for some reason I just never talked about it. I guess it's mostly because eventually I failed to perpetuate this prank, but still, I got this guy for a good long time! Here's what I did.
Basically, I hacked his Web page. At first it was a joke. Bob asked me to help him with his new Geocities Web page, the Church of Bob. (Not to be confused with the REAL Church of Bob, the Subgenius Church; most of the hits at the Church of Bob site were from people looking for Subgenius stuff. It was just because his name is Michael Bobbitt, and there are too many people named Mike so he goes by Bob. Moron thought he got so many hits because his page was awesome.) So, when he asked me for help, I was okay with helping him--he was a friend of a friend who needed assistance, and I, being fairly knowledgeable with HTML, was willing to offer my services in the name of the Web. But to avoid complications, Bob made a silly mistake: he decided to give me his Geocities password so I could just do what he asked for. Not smart.
Not that I'm unscrupulous, or would do bad things, really. It's just that . . . well, I'm a prankster. Because I am nice, I gave him fair warning; I said, "You do realize April Fool's Day is coming up and that I won't be able to resist messing with your page, right?" He laughed, said that'd be fine, that he'd get a kick out of it, and ignored my warning. He opened a can of worms that day.
I was true to my word. I did everything he asked me to do, and then on April Fool's Day, well . . . I erased it all (saving it on disk, of course), and just replaced his entire page with a large photo of myself looking smug, with a proclamation that I am a goddess and that everyone should visit my page.
By this point, because of the people I hung out with, I was getting to know Bob better. And I wasn't a better person for it. I thought he was a jerk a lot of the time. For instance, I am not a girl who regularly sees guys in the nude and I had ended up by this point seeing his penis twice. He kept flashing it at people, I guess to prove that unlike his cousin he had one. I also heard that he had two girlfriends and that he was promising to marry both, yet not telling either of them about the other. He wrote some sick, twisted songs that I actually found kind of amusing at times but usually just went over the line. I was getting to not like this guy in some ways, even though I still hung out with him and kinda thought he was an okay guy.
By this point, I had heard him sing seriously disgusting songs about having sex with goats and whatnot, and noted that his link to "The Church of Bob's official position on Disney" led to a jpg of Aladdin having doggy sex with Jasmine on the flying carpet. He was obviously not easily offended. I decided to try something a little more disgusting, partly because I figured he wouldn't mind and partly because he was starting to disgust me. Not to mention that if I pissed him off, he could always change his password and lock me out.
I went into his site and added some funny text and a link. I had a picture of a drenched cat that looked like it had come out of an oven or something, and I linked to the picture with "I, Michael Bobbitt, am a hermaphrodite. Click here to see my hot wet pussy." Bob changed it to say that it was *me* who was a hermaphrodite, and *me* whose "hot wet pussy" was displayed. I was confused by this, thinking I didn't have to be a hermaphrodite for that to make sense. Then I did something really funky that I figured he wouldn't notice. Since obviously changing things and adding things to the page was pretty easy to spot, I decided to do something that wasn't obvious: change the destination points of the links. >:)
For his link to "The Church of Bob's official position on people who condemn the Church of Bob," I changed the link to an essay I wrote about how he likes people who condemn his church because he is a masochist. The other link I changed was one that read, "The Church of Bob's official position on Disney." I changed the link to a very disgusting story written in first person as if Bobbitt was having a homosexual encounter with Mickey Mouse. This is hands down the most disgusting thing I've ever written and I am actually sort of ashamed of it, but I was in a pretty foul, funny mood at the time and wrote it anyway, then replaced the link. I figured he would not notice these because one cannot look at a Web page and notice immediately that the links have been changed unless he or she makes a special effort to click on them. Score!
So. One of his fiancees read the page, saw what the links went to, thought he had written them, and called him crying. He talked to her and didn't know what in the world she was crying about, because he never wrote any "Mickey Mouse sex story," but after checking the page he figured out what I did and was very angry with me. We spoke about it at a party while one of the other Mikes was making drinks for us. He said that I'd gone over the line, and so I asked him why "hot wet pussy" wasn't over the line (hey, he thought that was acceptable, he must have because he changed it but kept it on there). He said that it was too disgusting and that I shouldn't have messed with it and now his girlfriend was mad. I asked him why he didn't just lock me out after the "hot wet pussy" incident by changing his password, and he said that he liked the adventure of seeing what silly thing I'd do next . . . but that this time it was too far because . . . Dun dun DUN . . . I'd upset his girl, and I quote, "and I need to be on good terms with her or we can't stay at her house when we do our road trip." Ahh, so the reason he has two fiancees is clear now . . . he is so cheap that he does not want to pay hotel fees. Sweet . . . I was quite mad when I heard this. I can't remember exactly what I did but I think I went and wrote something bad and insulting about him on his page.
When he changed the bad and insulting things to be about me, I figured one more straw might break the camel's back; in other words, he would probably lock me out by changing his password if I pulled one more gag. The answer, of course, was NOT to stop doing it, but to find a way to get around it if he did change the password. So I did. If you're not familiar with the "lost password" feature at Geocities, here is how it works: if you forget your password, click the button, and it sends the password to the e-mail address you're registered on Geocities with. So . . . I changed the record so that the e-mail address on Geocities was registered to be a hotmail account I created for that purpose. Heh.
I was right. I was locked out after pulling one more minor stunt. Bob went in and wrote loads of bad things about me, saying that the chicken was me and that I'd been turned into something useful: a dinner for a Church of Bob priest, and some other stupid things. Then he locked me out. It was on a Thursday shortly before a poetry jam that we both attended, so I decided he probably had recently done this and was hoping to brag to my face that night. I tried to sign in and the password was changed, so I hit the "send it to me" button, and went to check the hotmail account I'd made . . . BINGO! There was the new password. It was the same as his old one, with one letter added. Dumbass! So, I went in, hacked it, and logged out.
At poetry jam that night we were both smug. Finally he told me that he had "gotten me out of the page for good," and I replied that there was no way to do that because I am a Web goddess. He bragged that he had changed his password, so I told him I knew that already, knew his new password, and had already changed all the bad things he'd written about me. He didn't believe me, so I recited his password to him, then taunted him for using such an unoriginal strategy for hiding his new password from me; "Adding a letter? Come on." His jaw hit the floor. "How the hell did you know?" BWAHAHA.
Eventually, he figured out what I'd done, set the e-mail back to his old one, changed his password, and put bad things about me up. They're still there, which is why I'm not super-proud of how this prank ended up, but still . . . I really had him going there for a while, eh? :)
By the way, the page sucks anyway.