What's the most horrific thing you've seen?
What is going on?
Lightguy was walking home when he saw a fox eating a cat. As he watched, it threw up on the cat and then continued eating, having doused it in its own marinade.
Only this morning, Rachelswipe saw a tramp hock up a bright green loogy, only for a pigeon to hop over on its withered stumps and peck it up joyfully.
Are these the end times? What horrible stuff have you seen recently?
( , Fri 22 Jun 2007, 10:36)
What is going on?
Lightguy was walking home when he saw a fox eating a cat. As he watched, it threw up on the cat and then continued eating, having doused it in its own marinade.
Only this morning, Rachelswipe saw a tramp hock up a bright green loogy, only for a pigeon to hop over on its withered stumps and peck it up joyfully.
Are these the end times? What horrible stuff have you seen recently?
( , Fri 22 Jun 2007, 10:36)
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Old men wanking
A horrible, life draining sight that I've seen twice in my home town.
First time I was a wee kid and there was a car crawling up the pavement of my (quiet, residential) road. I glanced in then there was a bloke, travelling salesman probably, with his shirt and tie on, trousers off, batting his tally-whacker between each hand in order to get a stiffy.
I remember that I fled but I may have been dragged in and molested and then blanked that memory out.
The second time was at night, I was on my way to a girlf's house along a busy round and in a drive (that leading to the gates of a military college) there, silhouetted by car headlights for one instant, was a bald old man bodging his bishop. I passed by discreetly, unable to ever eat walnut whips or mr. Whippy ice-creams again.
( , Fri 22 Jun 2007, 11:03, Reply)
A horrible, life draining sight that I've seen twice in my home town.
First time I was a wee kid and there was a car crawling up the pavement of my (quiet, residential) road. I glanced in then there was a bloke, travelling salesman probably, with his shirt and tie on, trousers off, batting his tally-whacker between each hand in order to get a stiffy.
I remember that I fled but I may have been dragged in and molested and then blanked that memory out.
The second time was at night, I was on my way to a girlf's house along a busy round and in a drive (that leading to the gates of a military college) there, silhouetted by car headlights for one instant, was a bald old man bodging his bishop. I passed by discreetly, unable to ever eat walnut whips or mr. Whippy ice-creams again.
( , Fri 22 Jun 2007, 11:03, Reply)
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