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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Sad and awful
My sad story: Nearly ten years ago I came home from work to the flat I shared with my then girlfriend. The house looked like an abattoir and there was no sign of her. Four hours later I am sat with now found GF in hospital as a Dr sows up her wrists after a suicide attempt. The cuts were so deep I could see the tissues that make an arm. Something died in me that day and even now it feels dead.
The awful one: Working with a friend cleaning up a site in Cheddar when we found a pile of fertilizer sacks. Said bags contained the semi liquid remains of dead lambs. The smell was so bad I began to retch. When one of the bags fell over and splashed us, I was sick. my friend was so impressed at how I had bent double and vomited into the ends of my own pony tail. That was only time in my life when warm cheap lager straight from a hot car tasted good, it got rid of the taste of that smell (remember folks, taste and smell are linked).
( , Sun 24 Jun 2007, 21:38, Reply)
My sad story: Nearly ten years ago I came home from work to the flat I shared with my then girlfriend. The house looked like an abattoir and there was no sign of her. Four hours later I am sat with now found GF in hospital as a Dr sows up her wrists after a suicide attempt. The cuts were so deep I could see the tissues that make an arm. Something died in me that day and even now it feels dead.
The awful one: Working with a friend cleaning up a site in Cheddar when we found a pile of fertilizer sacks. Said bags contained the semi liquid remains of dead lambs. The smell was so bad I began to retch. When one of the bags fell over and splashed us, I was sick. my friend was so impressed at how I had bent double and vomited into the ends of my own pony tail. That was only time in my life when warm cheap lager straight from a hot car tasted good, it got rid of the taste of that smell (remember folks, taste and smell are linked).
( , Sun 24 Jun 2007, 21:38, Reply)
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