Once, as we were walking out of a local bar, my friend programmed "Loving You" by Minnie Riperton on 8 times in a row on the jukebox. The next time we came back, that song was no longer on the jukebox.
When I was in college, I lived in Sproul Hall @ UCLA. My sophomore year, my roommate and I had a next door neighbor whose musical tastes ran all the way from Elton to John. We got so sick of hearing "Funeral for a Friend" (et al) every 37.5 sec, every day @ 110 dB through the wall, that we puchased a 45 (only old bastards like myself will understand the reference) of that "Loving You" piece of tripe, connected both of our pairs of speakers to the roomie's stereo and turned them to face the wall, put it on the turntable (look it up) and cranked it to eleven (it's one louder!). The offending neighbor got to hear that, over and over again, for the following 2 hours. We had earplugs.
I'm sure that we probably violated the Geneva Convention or the Federal statute concerning cruel and unusual punishment, or something, but we mercifully never heard that Elton John "opus" again.