what man doesn't have countless stories of this nature.Quote:
Originally Posted by Evil E
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what man doesn't have countless stories of this nature.Quote:
Originally Posted by Evil E
I got kicked in the head by a horse when I was about 4. SO COOL, heh.
My scalp was split and there was a lit of blood all over the place. I ran home to my folks (nobody in rural Ireland had phones back in the late 70's) and told them - unnecessarily - that I was bleeding. Dad just put me up on a kitchen stool while mom was cooking dinner and he sewed up my scalp with a plain ole needle and thread. Apparently I didn't cry, I just sat there with a very serious look on my face.
All that is left is a small scar where no hair grows.
This thread is getting better and better.
When I was about 7 or 8 a friend and I spotted a wasps nest in a tree on the embankment of the river behind my house. Smart kids would choose an appropriate length stick and hit the nest from above, I was not one of those kids.
We started to hit it with rocks, and noticed the wasps getting pretty pissed, so naturally we picked up bigger rocks. Eventually we knocked down the hive, and it fell uphill of us, like the dumbass that I am, I continued on my path up the embankment, and over the hive, my friend jumped in the river. He was stung quite a few times, I on the other hand went to the hospital and blew up like a balloon. Wasps are mean, BTW, and enough, of their stings will make your face swell pretty well shut. They shoved a tube down my throat for the night, and I got to eat jello, and pudding, and lots of other crap that wasn't solid for a couple of days.
My brother and I were sledding on the local ski hill when it was closed, and in an effort to out do him, I went about fifty feet further up the slope, I managed to make the holeshot in the haybales at the bottom, and was looking to hit the fence when the unthinkable happened, the old chainlink wasn't secured until about halfway up and I went right throught the fence and skiped across Florida Road, with cars going both ways, I didn't get hit but was pretty scared of sleding from then on.
When we were young we didn't have a VCR, but rented one every so often form a local place, adn some movies when we had been decent, I use decent, because my brother and I were usually far from good. One time I was returning the player and two videos on my bike, my mom told me to walk, but I wanted to ride my bike instead. For those of you that were never ghetto enough to have to rent a VCR they had a protective case and a handle on them.
I was riding my dirtbike which had iffy at best coaster brakes, sometimes they would lock, but not actual brake the bike and you had to pedal forward and then back again to get them to work.
I was going down a steep hill just before the movie rental place, and the brakes acted, up, the pedals were stuck and I wanted to slow down but was jockeying the VCR in one hand and the tapes in another and couldn't get the pedals to unlock.
I was going faster and faster down the hill. As a last resort I put out my right foot to slow myself down, this was not long lived as my foot hit a rock and threw my leg back behind the seat, I smart person would have fallen and given up, but as forementioned, I am not he. I tried to keep on the bike and doing so my leg got stuck between the reflector on the back of the bike and the tire, I was careening towards the store, with the wheel grinding a hole in my thigh, when I shut my eyes or the last thing I remeber. I hit the side of the shitty little building that was the video rental place head on with by bike and knocked an entire wall of video's off and knocked my self unconcious. I woke up in the ER with six stitches in my leg and a mild concussion. I also had to work off a VCR, and some other stuff that got damamged from me running into the side of the building. I didn't have to go to school for three days, so that was pretty cool.
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Originally Posted by str8line
I won my grade school's spelling bee to. I went on to the next round to try to qualify for the national spelling bee, I choked and let the whole school down. The word was "beeline", being a mensa I spelled it "beline", I should have asked for the definition. I've always wondered what would have been if I had spelled "beeline" correctly. :D
Nothing out of the ordinary except skiing cascade concrete every weekend during the winters. My dad couldn't ski cause he had horrible knees but he'd take me and my bro up every weekend and sit in the lodge and read so we could ski. That was pretty damn cool.
Other than that, just two car wrecks on the 2 times I have ever tried to go to Baker. Started skiing 70+ day seasons only AFTER I broke my back....go figure.
It all began with my brother, or rather his abscence.
I was a young kid at the time living in the Texas (unfortunately) country outside Fort Worth. In these days living in the country meant LIVING IN THE COUNTRY as coyotes outnumbered people and our nearest neighbor was 4 miles or more away.
We lived on a winter wheat farm (not ours) of large acerage. The land was surrounded by barbed wire and the entrance was a 5 foot tall metal gate. The entrance was a small dirt road and the main road was about one or two hundred feet from the main road.
Now my brother, being ten years older than I, had just begun his college at the University of North Texas in Denton, one hour away from us. He had also begun the college tradition of bringing his clothes home to be washed and raiding the fridge. He had indicated that he was going to show that night, but we did not know that later he decided to stay in Denton.
It was about 9:00 pm and I was reading. My bedtime was approaching so I was finishing up. My parents had become worried with my brothers abscence but for him to arrive late was nothing new. It was then that we heard it.
A bloodcurdling scream.
This was followed by the coyotes crying into the night.
My parents instantly became alarmed. They thought that my brother had not been able to unlock the gate and after climbing over the gate had begun to be chased by coyotes to the front door. They ran to the door and unlocked it. The screaming and sobbing got louder and closer followed by the howl of the coyotes.
They opened the door and on the door step stood a young woman, blood pouring from her head, sobbing and screaming HELP. She had bruises, cuts and welts on her face and body, her clothes were torn, and her shoes were missing. She slumped in the walkway and tried to tell us what was going on almost incoherantly. I couldn't make out what she was saying but I knew it must not be good because my dad went to get the rifle and bullets. I then found out that she had been riding in a truck with a guy/her boyfriend. He had tried to force his way with her and she did not comply. He then beat the fuck out of her and attempted to kill her with his gun. She jumped out of his moving truck and scaled our fence running to our house for help.
It was then that I noticed the headlights moving back and forth on the road in front of our house.
My parents moved the kids into the interior hallway in case he started shooting up the house. My dad loaded the rifle and stood at the front door while my mom called for the paramedics and police.
We sat in the dark hallway for hours, as all the lights were shut off in the house. All I could hear was the wailing and moaning of the poor woman in the hall and the silent shallow breaths of my sisters.
Finally we were removed from the hallway to see the pool of blood in the entrance and the paramedics loading her onto a back board. The police showed up to take statements from my parents and began a search of the area for the man. They found his pickup in a ditch a few hundred feet from our house and his loaded gun underneath the seat.
They never found him.
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Originally Posted by Odin
Cue the creepy music...
And, I hearby nominate the Reverend for a TGRlitzer Prize in Comedic Writing, for his essay entitled "The Reverend and the Rabbit."-CornholioQuote:
Originally Posted by The Reverend Floater
I'll second the nomination.
I dont know if this was just my lowerschool, but a bunch of friends and I thought it was cool to make each other pass out. We would hyperventilate for a while and then sit with our arms across our chests against a wall. Then someone would push on your chest while you were holding your breath. Yeah...you passed out for like 5 seconds.
Looking back...probably wasnt the best idea, but I am still great friends will all the kids.
heh. We usded to do that too. You would get all dizzy and feel buzzed for a minute. God we were dumb.Quote:
Originally Posted by TejasTELE