Ya, they're violent sons of bitches.
But they're nothing compared to beavers. Those things can take your fingers clear off to the bone.
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Ya, they're violent sons of bitches.
But they're nothing compared to beavers. Those things can take your fingers clear off to the bone.
Dude, are you typing with your face?Quote:
Originally Posted by BURN007
Seriously... whats wrong with you?
No, Icepick, this is the results that typing with ones face garners:
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I don't know what the hell he was on at the time that was written.
I was a spazzy little kid...
I used to jump off of 15 foot haystacks with a big black trashbag, thinking it it would act as a parachute.....it never did..
We took a frame of an old BMX bike I had, took off all the tires, and put cloth around the sharp edges, and wrap them up with duct tape...then bring it on the trampoline, and try to do tricks with it (this was actually really fun...but more often then not, we'd make a mistake, or something, and the bike would land on us or we'd land on it, and it'd hit are groin area).
When I was only a few years old I did a naked dance in those three way mirrors at the mall in front of a woman trying on her wedding dress.
I probably hold the record for watching X Cinderella and Porkies for a 3 year old.
Me and my older sister used to play very rough in sports and such. She got extra joy from causing me physical harm. One time she moved the ball out of the way when I was going to kick it, and I went head first into a metal tool box, cutting my head wide open.
I used to take eltronics apart and tinker with them. I took a eltric toy car and stuck the wires into a wall jack. Flames shot out of the plug and I ran away screaming. I also made something or other, I forget what, and in my brilience left it going under a quilt in my room before we left to go on vacation. Luckly I commented on it like a idoit and they went back and stopped it. Man, I could have screwed everone over :(
My dad being a Doctor got one of those big satalites. Even if you didn't pay for it you could get porn, but with no sound. You figure out the rest :D
In middle school me and my friends would get together and look at one their dads pornoes. We got caught once and he got his TV taken away.
Me and those same friends would find all sorts of different ways to dismember and burn action figures. Man, what a flaming pot of tar, oil, and gas will do.
I used to tamper with fireworks, to make them better. I mested one up and it didn't go off. When I went to throw it away a menuit later it went off burning a lot my hair on the front.
I pissed in my sisters bathwater. My parents found out before she got in and made me clean the bathroom.
I used to tell my little sis that chap stick was candy and watch her eat it. One day I took it up a notch and told her some corkgreese (for insturment parts) was chapstick, and thus candy.
When learning how to ride a bike I went off the road into one of those city industrial size ditches. The front wheel got caught in a concreate pipe and I went flying into the handle bars. My crotch hit the bike pretty hard and my upper body hit the ditch pretty hard to.
It's so cute the way you say mested.Quote:
Originally Posted by IronPlant
Pussy.Quote:
Originally Posted by NApOLm321
"My precious." :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by THe Ampersand
Sometimes it feels like that.Quote:
Originally Posted by AstroBlue
I remember one day when me and some friends were near the beach we found this huge fucking crab - I'm talking like Alaskan King Crab size if my memory serves me right. For some reason I got bet into coming up behind the thing and touching it because it didnt look alive and most crabs run away when they see you.That and I was trying to convince my friends that a crab couldnt see you if you came behind it. Well as soon as I touched the top of its shell that fucker snapped his claw onto my finger. My friends about died from crying and laughing so hard. Me, I made a run inland with the crab still attached to my finger and proceeded to bash the sneaky bastard against a tree. His claw came off still attached to my finger and the little bitch ran off ( I swear I could hear it chuckling at me too when he scurried off :curse: ) My finger almost fell off from the incident and it ended up taking a fuck load of stitches and gauze to hold it on.
Anyway , yeah really stupid - and I'm still crab-o-phobic to this day :chick:
I have a similar story, minus the pain.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jetman
On one of the many visits my family has made to Sand Destin and surraound arres I had the bright idea to try to keap one of the little white crabs that you used to see all over the place (now you mainly only see them at night.) All was going well untell we were in the van on our way back to our room and the crab apparently had a revelation on how to get out of that cup. Like little picks, he stuck his feet into the cup I had and climbed his way out. Me being about 8 or 10 at the time, freaked and through it across the vehical. We stopped and looked for him to no avail. The rest of the day I got to hear how dumb I was, and how I was going to get it if died in the van and stunk it up. The next day me and my mother and sisters when down to the Van to get our shoes out (we left a set in their from the beach). Can you guess were the crab was? If you guessed my shoes, you were right. But luckily for me I was nocking the sand out of my shoes and he fell out, instead of me finding him the hard way.
Don't mess with the crabs, they will fuck you up.