must be my animal magnetism..
One of my favorite things to do is hunting for shells at the beach. We go out into about waste deep water, and feel around with our feet until we hit something, and then try to pull it out with our toes. Well, once I found somehting that felt really big. I got all excited, and wrapped my toes around it. I got it about half way out of the water when suddenly, the fucking shell clamped onto my foot. I had picked up a blue crab, and he was pissed. Stupid me, I tried to grab it off with my hand, which he clamped onto, and then once out of the water, leaped at my chest, and then splashed back into the gulf. less than three minutes later, my friend was still laughing, and she stepped on the same damn crab. I still have a scar on my left second toe from him.
Also, this ones really bad, my mom was attacked by a housecat. I mean attacked. the thing latched onto her legs and bit her nine times. She had to get stitches and still has all these scars on her thighs. the bad part is she's terrified of cats now.
Oh, and when i was young, raccoons drug my My little ponies off, and when i hunted them down, one of them had the audacity to throw one at me. Furry little bitch.
(unlikeyou245, Sun 5 Jun 2005, 2:48, Reply)