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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Lots of dead bird stories
Makes me think im perhaps not alone in my, I wouldnt go as far as to say phobia, but certainly very strong dislike for dead animals specifically dead birds.
Knowing this, what does my charming cat decide to do to the young (about 6 years old) gimli. Thats right catch drag inside and eat, head first, a big fucking bird. I was so mortified by this I cant even remember what kind of bird it was. I just remember screaming and shouting like a little girl for my dad.
On second thoughts. It really is a phobia. When I was 18, I had to change the route I cycled to work for about a week due to the dead crow in the road. It was fully intact, which is so much worse than a mashed variety of dead animal and fucking huge. I couldnt understand for the life of me how nothing had squashed it.
Perhaps I am just a pansy.
( , Sat 23 Jun 2007, 0:21, Reply)
Makes me think im perhaps not alone in my, I wouldnt go as far as to say phobia, but certainly very strong dislike for dead animals specifically dead birds.
Knowing this, what does my charming cat decide to do to the young (about 6 years old) gimli. Thats right catch drag inside and eat, head first, a big fucking bird. I was so mortified by this I cant even remember what kind of bird it was. I just remember screaming and shouting like a little girl for my dad.
On second thoughts. It really is a phobia. When I was 18, I had to change the route I cycled to work for about a week due to the dead crow in the road. It was fully intact, which is so much worse than a mashed variety of dead animal and fucking huge. I couldnt understand for the life of me how nothing had squashed it.
Perhaps I am just a pansy.
( , Sat 23 Jun 2007, 0:21, Reply)
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