Terrified!
Bathory asks: What was the most scared you've ever been? How brown were your pants?
( , Thu 5 Apr 2012, 13:32)
Bathory asks: What was the most scared you've ever been? How brown were your pants?
( , Thu 5 Apr 2012, 13:32)
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Cuddly assassin
PE at school, and for reasons I do not recall, a large gym mat collapsed on top of me. My classmates in delight jumped on top of the mat, doing what I can only imagine must have been Sumo-wrestling, as I was still caught beneath the mat, trying to not be suffocated by the soft but heavy enclosure. Time and time again, I would lift my body up far enough to get another breath. But each time another student would jump on top of me, causing my limbs to give way.
I will have to admit that I am fairly claustrophobic any way, and my experience with asthma didn't help the fear of suffocation either. So that finally, in sheer terror and agony, I developed the superhuman strength to lift the entire lead-trimmed mat plus its decidedly obese inhabitants off the ground, and shoot an evil look at the teacher while filling my lungs with sweat-laden oxygen. He had been standing by all the time, but obviously saw no reason to intervene.
No pants were harmed in the creation of this tale.
( , Thu 5 Apr 2012, 19:27, 1 reply)
PE at school, and for reasons I do not recall, a large gym mat collapsed on top of me. My classmates in delight jumped on top of the mat, doing what I can only imagine must have been Sumo-wrestling, as I was still caught beneath the mat, trying to not be suffocated by the soft but heavy enclosure. Time and time again, I would lift my body up far enough to get another breath. But each time another student would jump on top of me, causing my limbs to give way.
I will have to admit that I am fairly claustrophobic any way, and my experience with asthma didn't help the fear of suffocation either. So that finally, in sheer terror and agony, I developed the superhuman strength to lift the entire lead-trimmed mat plus its decidedly obese inhabitants off the ground, and shoot an evil look at the teacher while filling my lungs with sweat-laden oxygen. He had been standing by all the time, but obviously saw no reason to intervene.
No pants were harmed in the creation of this tale.
( , Thu 5 Apr 2012, 19:27, 1 reply)
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