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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Flying possum Foetuses.
When I was a young lass I lived in a farming community in NZ's king country. We were townies and our mum was the school teacher. We had some friends that lived on a large farm that had a backpackers lodge on it. They were lovely people but thought nothing of what people would traditionally consider "gross".
They invited me and my little sister to come out on a hunting expedition with them one night which we thought would be cool. We sat atop the back of a Ute and were pretending we weren't shit scared as the older brothers sped over paddocks and up and down steep gullys while we held on for dear life.
I didn't realise before going that the ute were were sat on would play host to about 4 dead goats that kicked intermittently and stared at me accusingly with their dull scary eyes whilst the stench of death and billy goat piss surrounded me. I watched a cute bunny spasming in the throes of death, bleeding everywhere. The best thing, however, was the solid thump of numerous possum carcasses hitting the ground after being shot in the trees (you shine a torch on the trees and wait for their eyes to catch the light.. aim, fire... thump) then go grab the carcass for skinning and whatever country folk do with the dead possums.
Well, a couple of the newly dead possums were added to the pile of death on the back of the ute where me, my little sister and my young friend were perched. As we were headed back to the house/backpackers my friend noticed one of the dead possums seemed to be giving birth. About 3 or 4 little pink shiny possum poos emerged from the corpse. Of course my young friend got a case of the sads, and being a young country girl picked up the mucousy mess and watched the possum foetuses die in her hands. We had a mini possum funeral right there and then for the newborns and then like dust unto the wind hurled them off the back of the truck into the windshield of the vehicle behind.
It was gross and slimey. Can still smell the dead animals. ew.
I also stepped in stinky rotting rabbit guts whilst playing hide and seek in their house. The most horrifying thing about that it was dark and i tasted it. Not sure if the backpackers is still open. Probably not.
( , Fri 22 Jun 2007, 13:38, Reply)
When I was a young lass I lived in a farming community in NZ's king country. We were townies and our mum was the school teacher. We had some friends that lived on a large farm that had a backpackers lodge on it. They were lovely people but thought nothing of what people would traditionally consider "gross".
They invited me and my little sister to come out on a hunting expedition with them one night which we thought would be cool. We sat atop the back of a Ute and were pretending we weren't shit scared as the older brothers sped over paddocks and up and down steep gullys while we held on for dear life.
I didn't realise before going that the ute were were sat on would play host to about 4 dead goats that kicked intermittently and stared at me accusingly with their dull scary eyes whilst the stench of death and billy goat piss surrounded me. I watched a cute bunny spasming in the throes of death, bleeding everywhere. The best thing, however, was the solid thump of numerous possum carcasses hitting the ground after being shot in the trees (you shine a torch on the trees and wait for their eyes to catch the light.. aim, fire... thump) then go grab the carcass for skinning and whatever country folk do with the dead possums.
Well, a couple of the newly dead possums were added to the pile of death on the back of the ute where me, my little sister and my young friend were perched. As we were headed back to the house/backpackers my friend noticed one of the dead possums seemed to be giving birth. About 3 or 4 little pink shiny possum poos emerged from the corpse. Of course my young friend got a case of the sads, and being a young country girl picked up the mucousy mess and watched the possum foetuses die in her hands. We had a mini possum funeral right there and then for the newborns and then like dust unto the wind hurled them off the back of the truck into the windshield of the vehicle behind.
It was gross and slimey. Can still smell the dead animals. ew.
I also stepped in stinky rotting rabbit guts whilst playing hide and seek in their house. The most horrifying thing about that it was dark and i tasted it. Not sure if the backpackers is still open. Probably not.
( , Fri 22 Jun 2007, 13:38, Reply)
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