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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I used to live in
Darlinghusrt in Sydney and had to catch a bus from Sydney's infamous Taylor Square each morning. One day, sitting on one of the bus stop seats, was a fat, filthy man. The kind who has clearly done nothing but drink the last fifteen years or so. Oddly, people were passing by and saying hello to him despite the fact that he was drinking a meths/coke mixture. After a few minutes he began to vomit but didn't bother to move his head (obiously he was used to this minor side effect) so the stream of sticky sick just went down the front of his gut, onto his possibly one coloured track suit pants and mainly onto his feet. Between spurts he would take another swig from the bottle. When he stopped spewing, e smiled a brown stumped grin and chugged back another load. He was pretty grim.
( , Fri 22 Jun 2007, 13:11, Reply)
Darlinghusrt in Sydney and had to catch a bus from Sydney's infamous Taylor Square each morning. One day, sitting on one of the bus stop seats, was a fat, filthy man. The kind who has clearly done nothing but drink the last fifteen years or so. Oddly, people were passing by and saying hello to him despite the fact that he was drinking a meths/coke mixture. After a few minutes he began to vomit but didn't bother to move his head (obiously he was used to this minor side effect) so the stream of sticky sick just went down the front of his gut, onto his possibly one coloured track suit pants and mainly onto his feet. Between spurts he would take another swig from the bottle. When he stopped spewing, e smiled a brown stumped grin and chugged back another load. He was pretty grim.
( , Fri 22 Jun 2007, 13:11, Reply)
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