If you want blood.........
This was the first blood story that came to my head.

We were in this bar in Saigon and this kid comes up, this kid is carrying a shoe-shine box.
And he says "Shine, please, shine!" I said "No".
He kept askin', and Joey said "Yeah."
I went to get a couple of beers, and the box was wired, and he opened up the box, fucking blew his body all over the place.
And he's laying there, he's fucking screaming. There's pieces of him all over me, and I'm tryin' to pull him off, you know, my friend that's all over me!
I've got blood and everything and I'm tryin' to hold him together! I'm puttin'....... the guy's fuckin' insides keep coming out! And nobody would help! Nobody would help!
He's sayin' "I wanna go home! I wanna go home!" He keeps calling my name! "I wanna go home, Johnny! I wanna drive my Chevy!"
I said "Why? I can't find your fuckin' legs! I can't find your legs!"

JR
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Mon 11 Aug 2008, 13:24, 1 reply)

Ha!
My cousin and I used to play a game where we would misquote scenes from rambo films, especially "I've fired a few shots". For instance, the colonel would comment on how thick rambo's kids were and receive the reply "I've sired a few clots".
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Mon 11 Aug 2008, 13:44, closed)