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I wept for my cat last week despite trying to be all hard and manly. What's made you cry recently?

(, Thu 14 Apr 2005, 11:07)
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now, watching this
a nice cry, but a cry all the same


click on "video"
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 20:03, Reply)
My fellow Americans
When, oh when, will I stop being embarassed and crying in shame over my country(wo)men's antics? Ten years ago, I read a story called "The Freezer Jesus" about a man who finds rust on his porch freezer that looks like Jesus. His house became a mecca (pun intended?) for the faithful. Well, life has imitated art. Heaven help us...


I gotta cry
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 19:46, Reply)
really selfish but....
last time i cried was when it struck me that its been about 8/9 months since another human has voluntarily given me a hug...
call me selfish... "oi! SELFISH!"... but it just intensified the sense of loneliness
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 17:35, Reply)
House music (all night long, if necessary)
Powerful, soulful house music at maximum volume always brings a (happy) tear to my eye. Last time? This afternoon, driving to a job interview.
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 17:25, Reply)
that's really sad, don't worry mate, it may be a cliche ,but time is a great healer

EDIT : last thing that made me cry - was just a completely spontaneous reaction last week while I was listening to a song and just got hit out of the blue by a really poignant lyric (an Erika Badu song)

and time before this was when I was in Nairobi in March, instead of giving the streetkids money I would walk them to a side shop selling sausages for 20 shillings (20p) and feed them. On e homeless kid who must hav e been 8 years old dressed in rags had his baby brother strapped to his back - when I looked under on e of the bandages on the babys little feet he had four toes missing - when the girl I was with spoke to the Boy to ask how it had happened , he explained they had rotted off after someone had stood on them. I fed the baby chicken and the thought of his little mouth chewing th efood get smne tearful and will haunt me forever
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 17:14, Reply)
I find that returning the favour and sticking something (finger, dildo, whatever) up theirs stops any more "oops, I slipped" moments. They ask nicely after that ;-)
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 16:48, Reply)
The last time I cried.....
... was out of embarresed pain!

Had just got out of the shower and was walking downstairs when I slipped and landed on my back... cue sliding down the rough carpety stairs naked as my towel had duly fallen off, only to be greeted by my girl flatmates mates coming out to see what the noise was.

Off course it was me naked and crying with a big carpet burn on my bum.

(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 16:31, Reply)
er - they don't really get the wrong hole, they just expect you to be so overwhelmed with physical ecstasy that you won't notice...
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 16:11, Reply)
cried til I laughed
reading this


I had forgotten about the lame cultural icon those books were!
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 15:51, Reply)
with laughter...
Last night watching some cosmetic surgery live thing on chanel 5. This geeza had half his skull visible and the doctor was just tearing his skin off the bone with his fingers.

Just so he didn't have a receding hair line.

(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 15:33, Reply)
Sorry! Wrong Hole
I cried last night whilst having sex. The guy i was with 'accidently' put it in the wrong hole.As ive never done it up the mud pipe before this both surprised and hurt me.

How can you put it in the wrong hole? I've never really understood that.

First post, it didn't hurt as much as i thought.
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 15:25, Reply)
Sunday morning, 2am, when i get a call from my best friend who had just spotted my boyfriend and a girl (shall be referred to as 'that ginger rottweiler')getting into his car, after being all over each other for most of the night- turns out he's been shagging this ginger bitch for 2 weeks.

Justice will be swift and it will be mine, and i won't cry for this bastard again.
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 15:14, Reply)

My mum died of a heart attack early January this year. It was completely unexpected and we were completely and utterly devistated.

I have probably cried to myself every other day since it happened. Life can be so cruel.
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 13:48, Reply)
True Story
My wife was put on "bed rest" in the hospital when she was pregnant with my son. We weren't expecting him to come along for another week or two, so I went to work.

A couple hours later, I get a call from my aunt-in-law -- my wife's in labor. I tear-ass to the hospital, going 70+ mph in a 40mph zone, and 120+ mph in a 55mph zone.

After I get to the hospital, there's much running about in wingtips, and I barely make it to the birthing room. I'm there for about two minutes -- long enough to hold my wife's hand -- and out rockets my son. Literally. He popped out with such force that he ricocheted off the doctor's chest and landed on my arm. Fortunately, someone caught him before he slipped off and did some umbilical bungee-ing.

I began a full-on cry at this point.

As I've only been in the room for two minutes, I didn't have an opportunity to get a good look at anyone other than my wife. Up from my wife's business end comes an East Indian doctor who says, "Congratulations. Your son has committed his first assault."

So, there I was, winded, crying, and uncontrollably laughing like a mong.
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 13:42, Reply)
oh dear, the last thing that made me cry was...
Some bloody awful mawkish (I think that's a word) poem by a six year old about wanting a hug from daddy.

I excuse myself on the grounds that recent fatherhood/sleep depravation/illness of partner had already left me in a fragile state.

Still annoyed I didn't blub like a girl at the birth as expected, but set off by bad poetry instead.
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 12:44, Reply)
when I realised that I had lost my chance with Camilla
think about it. Without being sexist or crude, she must be one of the greatest fucks in the world.
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 12:42, Reply)
the last thing i cried at was when i was melting plastic into a jelly mould so i could fool people into thinking i had jelly even when i didnt.
i acidently put my hand ito the setting plastic and severly burnt my hand.then the realisation of me not being able to have some plastic jelly hit me and i cried.
it ended happy though coz i made real jelly instead,it was purple.
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 12:29, Reply)
i'll cry
for whoever gets picked to choose a winner for this QOTW! eep.
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 11:53, Reply)
I cry if i sing
either 'the littlest Hobo' or 'little donkey' it's weird. even if someone sings them to me. Friends take great joy in making me do it. wierdest thing is i don't even feel sad whilst i'm crying, must be an association thing?
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 11:50, Reply)
Last time i cried was when I was reading,
You know that story in Bible, where Jesus gets a animal biscuit stuck up his nose and Pee Wee has to take him to the hospital?

Is that right? Im no good at religion.
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 11:34, Reply)
I have a lot of problems due to my dyslexia, such as reading things. But I was close to tears when I found out Popeye had died last week. Luckily I re-read it and realised it was some other bloke.
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 11:25, Reply)
The day I
caught my balls in the mincing machine

christ it hurt
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 10:31, Reply)
I bawled like a baby
When I said goodbye to my friend when I left Melbourne after my 3 week holiday in 2004. I started at her house and didn't stop until when I'd got through passport control. The people at the airport seemed quite used to it!

The holiday was the best I'd ever been on and I really didn't want to leave as I immediately felt at home there and didn't really have much to look forward to back at home. Luckily, when I got back, I felt like a new person... Ended up meeting a girl and contacting old friends from uni. Happy as larry now!

I'd done the whole years of crying over a lost love and would never find true love again routine in 1999 so finding true love again was pretty refreshing! Just takes a bit of time and learning to enjoy life I think.

Oh and I had a wee whimper after listening to the first of the John Peel tribute shows. I'd polished off a bottle of red and had a laugh at all the little stories his friends told.
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 10:26, Reply)
Did that trick with the forest
where you imagine you're trouble-free, happy and relaxed. That bit was fine.

It was the suddenly being (metaphorically) whacked over the back of the head with a final year report, lorries of revision, imminent deadlines, failure to get a job, and the horrible possibility of having to work in a code sweatshop in slough.

Next time I'm not coming back.
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 10:22, Reply)
errr. Dr Who
I felt a prickling at the backs of my eyes when the Earth blew up in S27E02 (Can`t recall the title).
-Or it might have been the bit where Rose phoned her eons-dead mother on her mobile.
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 8:27, Reply)
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 3:40, Reply)
Relojito cucu
in my spanish class today we sang this song. luckily no one can see me cry in the back of the class.

el relojito cucu sonaba (the coocoo clock was ringing)
papa beso mi frente (papa kissed my forehead)
me dijo buenas noches hijito (he told me goodnight, son)
y me apago la luz (and turned out my light)

oye cucu, papa se fue (listen, coocoo, papa left)
prende la luz (turn on the light)
que tengo miedo (i am scared)

oye cucu, papa se fue (listen, coocoo, papa left)
prende la luz (turn on the light)
y apaga el tiempo (and time gets turned off)

esta cancion de amor (this song of love)
va para mi papa (goes out to my papa)
se escapo al viento (he escaped with the wind)
no dejo solitos (he left us alone)

esta cancion de amor (this song of love)
va para mi mama (goes out to my mama)
que aquanto todito (who tolerated everything)
le dolio hasta el heuso (and hurt to the bone)

es por eso que mama (that's why mama)
lloraba en silencio (cried in silence)
lloraba en las noches (cried in the nights)
y como aguanto por las mananas (and put up with us during the day)


esta cancion de amor (this song of love)
va pa' mis hermanos (goes out to my brothers)
que crecimos juntos (we grew together)
lo extranamos anos (we missed him all these years)

este grito de amor (this shout of love)
se lo doy al cielo (i give it to heaven)
le pregunto tanto (i ask so much)
y no contesta nada (and it answers nothing)

(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 2:50, Reply)
i am a giant wuss
I try to be all manly and strong and hairy, however, I only manage to be one of those three and it's not manly or strong.

I cry at:
Several movies that are too shameful to mention.
A bucket load of songs that are too shameful to mention.

however, the last time I cried was having a fight with the girl in my life. aye, i have no peanuts.
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 1:39, Reply)
Here we go again....
My dad texted(!) today to tell me he has lung cancer.

Naturally, I called my twin sister and told her and she came round straight away so we could ring him. I asked him why he didn't ring and tell us, and he said he couldnt cope with that! Ironically, he gave up smoking 15 years ago, but according to the specialist this kind of lung cancer isn't typically tobacco related.

He's off for chemo on Thursday for the next 12 weeks and then radiotherapy (?) afterwards, however he reckons it's just a cancer reduction thing as opposed to actually ridding himself of it and admits he's on borrowed time.

Him and my mum divorced when I was 2 and it's only recently that I have begun to get to know him and realise how alike we are.

I could hear how upset he was on the phone and I don't think I've ever even seen him upset, and that's when the tears welled up in my eyes. At that point I hastily arranged a visit and said my goodbyes.

Who'd have thought it, first my stepfather and now my dad both get cancer.

Sometimes life really sucks.
(, Wed 20 Apr 2005, 0:59, Reply)
making my sambos for work
was just cutting the onions cheese and ham when I began to cry for no apparent reason. I'm reasonably happy in my job and its ben a good day . . . . possibly some suppressed event from my childhood.
(, Tue 19 Apr 2005, 23:56, Reply)

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