I really hope Hey Sunshiney Day isn't an English teacher.
www.b3ta.com/questions/horriblesights/post82966/

As a pedant, that post was a pretty horrific sight. No wonder British education is going down the shitter.
( Bob Todd whee, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 22:40, Reply)

not too bad compared to some but ...
Sat in my van one day eating my bait I glanced out the window to see a wrinkly, rolly, flabby 3 foot wide arse of a 50yr old (at least) 20 odd stone woman who had bent over with just a nightie on.

4 foot deep inspection chamber full of shit and mashed nappy at a local special needs centre - was there to clean it out

half an Alsation by the railway we used to play near - scared the shit out of me and kept me away from there for a long time
(Tyrion, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 22:37, Reply)

Goose the Mastiff
It was winter and I had a house on the New Jersey coast. It was an excellent escape from the city of NY for the weekends and my buddy happened to have some issues with his wife and he ended up living there full time as a break from her being an absolute psycho.

He had a dog named Forrest, a chocolate lab and I had a 2 year old Mastiff named Goose.

The two were great friends, however, the labs propensity to swim was not replicated in the Mastiff. So while Forrest swam, Goose wandered the beach and sought out more terrestrial pleasures.

So one Friday night, my buddy and I have a case of beer, a bottle of scotch, some squid (for bait) and some fishing gear and we head down to the beach, cutting the dogs loose and enjoying a little fishing...combined with ALOT of drunkeness.

So Goose is frequently well down the beach, but the drunken yell brings him trotting along. He seemed fascinated with something just south of us, but my angry drunken yells would bring him running along.

So fast forward about 3 or 4 hours (and ALL the beer) later, we head back to my monster home on the beach.

Whilst filleting the fish we caught in the kitchen (it is about 3 in the morning) Goose comes in whimpering. Not understanding what it is, I looked at him and said "I dont know what you want buddy?! You CANT have to go to the bathroom, do you?"

At that the emergency pinching nerves on his barking spider cut loose and the ENTIRE kitchen floor has an 1/8th inch thick coating of sea water, dog dookie, pieces of horseshoe crabs and fish parts.

It took me 7 towels, the great big kind you use on the beach, to clean up the 'fluids'. But NOT before I added my own contribution to the kitchen lake.
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 22:33, Reply)

Humanitys new low?
"Small Breasts
My wife is a small built girl with a small bosom. She was thinking about trying some natural products to see if they would give her a little more in the chest region.

We stumbled upon this.

www.natureday.com/faq/breast_enlargement_pill_for_men.html

Good grief.
(I helped save b3ta! Snollock Biffer I don't really sniff Bollocks, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 21:25, Ignore, I like this!, Message Me)"


Oh. Holy. Sweet. Jesus.

Those images will haunt me for far longer than tubgirl.

I mean, why would any guy want to do that?!
(Guilt wants to get in your moist confines, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 22:31, Reply)

cliff vs motobike
The worst thing I've ever seen is a photo on rotten.com of a motocyclist who hit something very fast. His face has opened up from the center, his top and bottom jaw each split in two and peeled backwards so that his tongue is hanging out of a hole, surrounded by what was the inside of his mouth and throat. Blood trickles from various places. What makes it truly disturbing is that not only is he still alive, but his is propped up on a hospital gurney - and his eyes are open - he's still conscious.

That small gif file is in fact more disturbing that the dead person I found. He'd jumped off a cliff outside Brighton marina and landed on the concrete road. At first I thought he might be a drunk asleep on the road, but on closer examination his feet were rotated in a way that requires breaking several other bits, and there was a lump on his forehead. By 'lump' I mean that it looked like a golf ball had been inserted under his skin - it looked like a silly cartoon picture of a lump.

I figured he was dead so I stood there wondering what to do. I took his pulse and didn't find one. After a while some builders who'd been fixing the road arrived and drove on to get help. About then he gave a massive heave and started breathing noisily. Not long after an ambulance showed up.

The once chance I get to give the kiss of life and I mis-diagnosed the guy as dead. Doh! I hope he didn't live with brain damage on account of me standing there looking at him for 2 minutes.
(steer, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 22:23, Reply)

Deer in the headlights
Driving from my home out to western Pennsylvania, whilst working on a docu-drama for PBS (Public Broadcasting System) on the French and Indian War, I was cruising along at about 70 miles per hour.

I am in the center lane and this total asshole decides to overtake me on the right (over here, the overtaking lane is the left) and he screams by me at about 95-100 mph. Bad choice him.

Apparently, one of natures finest, the white tailed deer, native to this region, decided to cross the highway to get at the vegetation on the other side of the highway (it always APPEARS greener, but is the same shite when you get there).

As he is waltzing across the road, jackass in the steroided SUV screams past me. My eyes catch it literally as it is about to happen, the deer turns and looks at the rapidly approaching SUV and SUV boy doesn’t even brake.

WHACK!

I saw what I believe was the deers head careening in an arc across my lane...quickly my windshield was misted by a dark fluid and I decided braking was the best possible option.

Running out of my car to go see to the driver of the SUV (the deer, sadly, was not going to pull through: apparently, loss of an animals head is pretty indicative of popping his clogs) and when I get to the vehicle, through the steam of his radiator fluid, vaporizing on the heated engine, I make out the front of the truck....it is absolutely destroyed. Air bags deployed and water/fuel (presumably) all over the roadway.

I get to the window and the driver is GUSHING blood from his forehead. Like Old Faithful in mid-gush. It was everywhere. And he just kept looking at me with this ‘what the hell just happened” look on his face. I tried talking to him, but he was incoherent, so I went back to my car and grabbed some gauze pads (about 2”x2” little pads, really useless in an event like this) and went back and handed them to him, still sat there with that same look on his face.

It was, without a doubt, one of the single bloodiest scenes I have ever seen. The scary part is, about a mile or two up the road, I realized that if it hadn’t been for that jackass, it would have been ME that hit that deer. So, wherever you are, “Thanks jackass!”
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 22:19, Reply)

No blood, No gore and definately no pigeons
But on one of my trips to India, I saw something that I'll definitely never forget.

Mrs. NotDavidBailey and I were walking along a dirt track near one of the many ramshackle villages that are all so common in India. Now, you may or may not know that cows are generally believed to be sacred in India, particularly in the Hindu parts, of course.

Which kind of explains why we saw one rummaging through a pile of rubbish, with a very poor looking Hindu family waiting patiently behind it. Once the cow had moved on, the family immediately pounced upon the rubbish pile and started eating all of the left over food that the cow had deemed unfit for consumption.

We gave them some money and walked on, our perception of life changed forever.
( NotDavidBailey isn't all that sure that he is?, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 22:16, Reply)

Less than 10 seconds ago!
I just glanced out of the window and a fat man was mooning what appeared to be his own son over the road from my house! He had... *shudder* ...ginger hair on his bottom. :-O
(Mary Mandolin still had it on, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 22:00, Reply)

I almost crashed seeing this one...
...wavy lines...back in 2004 driving down a dual carriageway in Doha, Qatar. Some Indian/Pakastani bloke tries to cross the road, almost makes it but some local nutter in a white Landcruiser undertakes me and hits this poor bloke full on at high speed.

There is a huge red spray of blood in the air and the remains of the bloke spiral through the air, ugh.

I'm swerving all over the place and when I eventually stop these locals in the Landcruiser didn't even stop, they just drove off.

Cunts
(pissflaps. FSPW, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 21:59, Reply)

the horror
the ex wifes rather large spotty arse
(hello mr wolf, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 21:56, Reply)

when i came across thess horrid myspace beings
gross

gross

apologies if its you or a friend/relative

but haha its you or a friend/relative!!

EDIT: now with added BLERGH Gross
( Drunken Vet, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 21:55, Reply)

A dead horse.
In somebody's anus.

In hell.

With gay porn.

And a hobo being sick on a dog.

With rabies.

And aids.

Also meatspin Lemon party Gubgirl and goatse.
(abignumber, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 21:48, Reply)

filthy birds
curvylittlegoth may have sick eating pigeons but in this little corner of England's green and pleasant it's the seagulls which have a taste for vomit in the morning.

The really weird thing is that though they happily scrape up the curry with their beaks they throw the chips away. Vile shriking gulls - also they seem quite keen on trying to get blood off the pavement after late night fights/falls.
(scaredy-cat, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 21:30, Reply)

Small Breasts
My wife is a small built girl with a small bosom. She was thinking about trying some natural products to see if they would give her a little more in the chest region.

We stumbled upon this.

www.natureday.com/faq/breast_enlargement_pill_for_men.html

Good grief.
( Snollock Biffer I don't really sniff Bollocks, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 21:25, Reply)

Images in my head.
because of these stories.
( Cae1, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 21:03, Reply)

Nasty sight when young.
When I was 12/13 I lived in a house next to a graveyard and behind my house was an area they burned all the old flowers, cards etc. There was a fire once a week maybe. One day me and a mate were cutting through to climb over my fence when I saw what looked like two legs with shoes on
'ha, that looks like a person!' I laughed, as we went to look it was indeed a person, lying face down in the ash and stuff from a previous fire, completely naked. Just above his buttocks and upto just below his neck was a massive cavity where all his back, spine and internal organs had been removed and all we could see was his ribs and chest from the inside. My friend was violently retching but I was amazed and didnt really care till a few days later when I too started having nightmares which didnt end for about a year, until Es were discovered. The man was never identified and no criminal court case was ever conducted.
Dont know about length, he was face down.
(robneymcplum spiced up his life on, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 20:57, Reply)

I dunno.
My favourite cat partially decomposed and full of maggots.
Rates pretty high.


I'll just tell you about the pidgeons though.

I saw a bird of prey in birmingham once when delivering a letter, in it's mouth was some parts of a pidgeon, about a metre away was the body of said pidgeon, about a metre away from that was said pidgeon's head. I remember one of the eyeballs was buldging out and there was neck bits on the grount.

In the center of town I saw half a pidgeon smeared across the road. It was pretty cool actually, the rest of the pidgeon was just squished, pidgeon brains all over the road. I'm wondering how stupid a pidgeon is to get run over.

I've seen pidgeon chicks outside our front door, they probably fell out the nest, their eyes hadn't developed, they looked gooey and were hardly feathery at all, they looked icky mainly, and they were all dead, so I buried them.

I've seen a magpie leg hanging out of one of our chimneys, it was a bit scary more than horrific, I didn't really want to see what the rest of the bird looked like.

As an anti-climax the rest of the bird was pretty whole, just dead as a bird stuck in a chimney for a few months.

There was a pidgeon in another chimney, and I've seen a few other dead pidgeons around the house that my cats have brought in as little presents. I've got a picture of one of my cats eating one below my computer desk. She was making loads of little crunchy sounds.


An utterly disgusting thing I once saw was when the cat shit in our boiler room, I told my sister to clean it up, she didn't. So it was left uncleaned up for a week or so. Eventually I went to clean it up, touched it (with tissues and gloves) and it moved a bit more. It turns out it was filled with poo eating maggots. I burnt them in the end. I got tissues and hair spray and a lighter and burnt the poo eating maggots.

It wasn't horrific, but I didn't like the time I cooked a caterpillar in my broccoli by mistake =(

This reminds me of the time I was going to have eggs and opened one of the eggs and found a dead chick. Put me off eggs for about half a year. I still shake the eggs to test for chicks.

P.s. During an ant infestation I once found them inside my golden syrup, loads of them all floating in the syrup, the syrup was more black than golden.

Edit: Oh yeah, and most shock pictures just don't phase me too much. Shotgun mouthwash (NSFW probably) is pretty cool.

Edit edit: I wish my parents didn't walk around the house without clothes on =( It's not nice.
( Rev. Cleo still alive, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 20:49, Reply)

nasty
a kid at school, im a teacher at a secondary school, all boys, was telling me how he felt sick, i left him to it at the back of the room with his head in his hands as it was quieter than waiting in the office for his mum. I had kind of forgotten about him as he had been so quiet, until i heard this heaving noise and all the boys started looking over and screaming. He had thrown up all over the desk but also followed through, wasnt nice seeing what he had eaten that morning or the night before, all melted into a pile of sick and shit
(hey sunshiney day, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 20:48, Reply)

This is probably the most horrific thing I've ever seen

They'll sell anything these days
(MrSnuggly, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 20:44, Reply)

Baboons, apes, and monkeys
1. At the zoo I saw a baboon playing with what appeared to be a ...dead baby baboon? It took a while to figure out that the baboon had caught a pigeon, skinned it, and was carrying it around.

2. How's this for a traumatizing childhood? My dad NEVER EVER took clothes with him when he showered, nor left the bathroom wearing a towel. On an almost daily basis my dad would walk by saying "uh-oh" or "watch out!" thereby drawing my attention to OH GOD HIS HAIRY SOGGY SAGGY BITS-N-PIECES. $120 a week on therapy these days.

3. The most horrific thing I've seen recently was when I was on the bus. I heard a cell phone ring, and the gal sitting across from me clutched her chest, then pulled the phone out of her cleavage. I almost didn't believe I'd seen it, but had to stop myself from staring in horror the second time she got a call. Seriously, how classy is that?

Length? He's my dad, I don't want to think about it.
(Exempt OH WOW, VICODIN, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 20:43, Reply)

The McCann's parenting.
I'll get my coat..
(Cold Fished looks like Zack Braff, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 20:32, Reply)

I once found a melted sheep
It was by a wall in a field, obviously it had died so long ago that all that was left was a pile of bones wrapped inside a sunken and solidified pelt.

I almost sat on it thinking it was a rock.
( Spazzcat jam out with your clam out, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 20:29, Reply)

Late one evening I was about to leave work when I had to take a dump.
So I went to the men's room, took a seat, and promptly had a nose bleed.
A real gusher. Like realizing your hair is on fire while swimming, I heartily
blew gallons of blood on reams of toilet paper, feeling lucky to be so
positioned. I finished up, zipped up, and waited for the little electric eye
to flush, which it didn't. I started pressing the manual flush button like
I was trying to win something. No good. What was left was a horror scene,
a bowl deeply red with blood and piles of shit and fo bandages all in a heap.
Extravert medicine, it was.
( I smash things in my sleep uruk-hai ...and I'll look low. Now where'd they go?, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 20:20, Reply)

Psychological
The most horrible thing I've ever seen isn't the most disgusting. There's no blood, no bones, no internal organs of any kind.

Let me set the scene: Back when I was but a wee 13-year-old, I was a suck-up little shit out for his Duke of Edinburgh's award. As opposed to all the others doing the award for a chance to fuck off camping, I ended up doing all the other bits as well. One of the four sections of the award was volunteering for something, and after wracking my brains, I volunteered at an old people's home not far from my family's home in Hull.

What I didn't know until my first day is that the home was for old people with senile dementia. Some of them were good enough to go to the shops by themselves, others needed someone to feed them and "clean them up" when they shat themselves. Guess what job I got? Still better than bathing the old sods. For some reason, I was fine being up to my elbows in faeces, but touching another man's willy was (and is) right out.

None of that was the most horrific thing I've seen. No, that award goes to one of the old dears. She was 80 if she was a day, and normally fine -- she could feed herself, knew when she needed the khazi, and generally was the life of the old place. Until something set her off.

The first time I saw her go off was in the day room. The old buggers were sat around reading the paper very slowly, doing the crossword, or watching telly, when this old dear starts screaming her lungs out. Disturbing, but it sometimes happens. She got it together enough to shriek words next: "No daddy, I've been a good girl, I promise." I asked if she did this when I wasn't around, and one of the nurses told me that yes, she did. Foolishly, I asked if anyone knew what she was re-living. They did.

Every Sunday for the best part of five months, I would sit in the day room of this old people's home, listening to an old woman who was otherwise the shining light of the place re-live one of the many times that her father, grandfather, and uncle gang-raped her. When I tried to calm her down, she spat at me and called me by her father's name.

Yeah, this story has no punchline. It left me feeling like shit for quite a while, though.
(DigitalRaven will have to make do with gin, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 20:14, Reply)

Oh Man
Reading through everyones has reminded me of some pretty nasty stuff.
I'd like to say that pidgeons aren't the only animal/bird to eat puke. I have found that dogs do it too. Whilst you're still heaving it up. Trying to shoo it away whilst vomiting violently is actually really tricky to do.
Also, I too have done the vomiting into glasses in pubs. I wasn't very drunk, but a shot of Jagermiester just turned my stomach, and I could feel it all coming. I quickly filled the two empty brandy glasses I had on the table, and then someone passed on an empty pint glass. Filled it, and I was all done. Someone popped the glasses on the bar, and we wandered off to another corner. Nice surprise for the glasses cleaner.
Last 2 are cat stories. A cat had a miscarrige on a step in the garden. There would have beeen 3 kittens. Each was still in it's little sack, all linked together. :( Another cat had a bunch of kittens, and a Tom ate them. I found 3 dead kittens in the garden, their bodies half chewed. :(
(Beauty School Drop-out, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 20:13, Reply)

I am very grateful for the kitten photos I've just received.
Keetons make everything better. Some of the responses are beyond horrific...

- Beach, Fuengirola, 2004. Stalker Boy in swimming trunks. Nearly made me gay.

- Beach, Lago di Garda, 2005. Immense German guy in posing pouch. No, I'm not kidding, he was Svenno all growed up.

- Uni room, Canterbury, 2005. Some twat decides showing me screamers with harlequin foetuses in them is a good idea. 20 minutes on ratemykitten are needed.

- Leicester, about 1998. Cat eats an entire sparrow in front of me, bones and all, and then comes to nuzzle me.

- Siena, 2007. I am sat on a bus that has stopped in the middle of nowhere for no reason. I turn round, wondering when we're starting off again, and behind me is sitting a guy with a serious red birthmark that makes his face all puffy. Who it turns out has cracked on to a lot of my friends, and my roommate.

- Siena, 2007. A lot of pigeon pancakes.

- Canterbury, 2006. A delightful publication about girls getting abducted and raped.

- Canterbury, 2005. Swinger man makes his presence known.

- Leicester, 2005. The smug look on Stalker Boy's face as he admits he has had sex. Eeewwwwwww.

- Leicester, 2006. "Stronkie" sends a photo.

Oddly when I first saw goatse I wasn't too bothered.
( Maladicta, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 20:11, Reply)

Well
Saw the aftermath of a horrendous accident, a bloke had shunted pretty massively into the barrier on the motorway, and you could see him slumped motionless in the seat with blood all over the place, streaming out of his nose, everywhere.

Someone at school cut the end of their finger clean off just below the top knuckle, on the bandsaw (before the health and safety lot stopped all that for students) bone and tendons and gooeyness everywhere.

My Dad witnessed a bloke die after a motorbike accident. He was in his room, and heard a loud bang, and sparks flew from the telegraph pole. He went to have a look, and the bloke had crashed his bike into the pole and gone straight through, snapping it clean off at the base so it was hanging by its wires. The bloke lay there with a snapped limbs, just wheezing and gargling blood, his lungs obviously filling, there was nothing they could do so he died very quickly.

Also a friend of his, when they were at school, said he'd seen a motorbike crash too on the way in on the bus. There was what the kid thought was a can of red paint lying in the road, until he realised it was actually a poor bloke's head, decapitated and still in the crash helmet.

I'm kind of thinking myself lucky, but one day I won't be so.
( mr_wicksy is.... old., Fri 22 Jun 2007, 20:04, Reply)

Cat run over
Pretty tame by comparison to most of the stories on here, but there you go. On the way to work one morning, I was driving off my estate when a cat ran out straight in front of the car in front of me. The driver had no chance. The cat went under the car and appeared at the back, fully intact but with blood coming out of its ear and twitching like it was having a spazzy fit before finally coming to rest. The driver in front stopped but then decided against it and drove off.

That site was bad enough, but then I saw the cat's owner standing in his front garden, weeping like a new born baby. He was one hell of a guy, rugby player build, 6 foot tall, a proper "man". I took the cat over to him and he grabbed hold of my hand and carried on breaking his heart for a good twenty minutes, the whole time not letting go of my hand. I even had to ring in to work on my mobile while he was crying in the background to say I'd be late. It was awful.

My first post - be kind!

Length? Too long.
(cfvp, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 19:59, Reply)

ascot
3 wobbly old biffer's squating in some bushes half a mile outside Datchet/Windsor on the way to Ascot, parallel with the M4, all the other coach passengers in their best getup and shoes waiting/watching, this afternoon
(1_not_so_careful_owner, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 19:54, Reply)

Pour your own pint
After a particularly heavy night in Lichfield I was sat feeling sorry for myself in the corner of the pub. I felt the impending belch of doom and sure enough I promptly redecorated the floor of this particular watering hole. Feeling as though the pressure had been released I drank some more finishing off my current pint. At this point the second belch of doom approached. Not wanting to further ruin the decor of this particular pub I reached for the nearest recepticle. My empty pint glass. I proceeded to fill said pint glass to the rim and add a rather fine head.

I should have been a barman.



Length ? The hangover lasted best part of a week.
(kickstandrich last had sex with your mum/sister/wife/daughter on, Fri 22 Jun 2007, 19:54, Reply)