Payback is a bitch!

I ahve a funny story to share today: last week two of my jackass friends (who shall remain unnamed) decided to steal our TV in the middle of the night, leaving us to awaken surprised the next morning to assume that our house had been raided by Eastown's finest. Then, a few days later, they snuck the TV back into our house while I was in the shower, leaving me to wonder just what sort of spirits we;re roaming around the place. Well, last night I finally had a chance to pay my friends back. They were over hanging out and drinking some whiskey before heading to a concert, and I was upstairs watching a movie. Before they left, one of my friends decided to repeat the TV gag, hauling our set out to his car, parked in the car wash adjacent to my house, in the drunken hopes that I (being far more sober) would not discover it. Well, due to my average intelligence, I came downsatirs later to find it gone, and after a few minutes of searching, found it in my friends backseat. His car was unlocked of course (stupid drunk-ass) and I couldn't help but take the opportunity for revenge. I took my television back inside, hid it well, and procedded to load everything of value from my friend's car into a trash bag. He was so plastered when they got back from the show, that he didn't even bother to check in his car. I pretended to be asleep when they came in, and then made a big pretend fuss over my missing tv the next morning. My friend groggily assured me it was alright, that he had my set out in his car, and much to my delight, took me outside to show me. Not only did he discover that my tv was not there, but that his Ipod, cigarettes, CD's, clothes, workboots, and even a power sander, were missing from his vehicle. My friend is now convinced his car was broken into, and he's promised to bring us a new television set tonight. Ah sweet victory! How long should I wait before I give him his shit back? I say let him suffer.