Hmm...I seem to remember a panties over the hose incident...
Sicko.
I joke! Please don't rap my knuckles with that ruler.
709 - You just escaped some serious, long-term damage.
I didn't see the second part of your post until the reply frame came up. I was gnashing my teeth and ready to leap tall buildings in a single bound to get at your throat.
Alright, that reminds me that as a kid some of us *did* find a dead body in the irrigation ditch in the neighborhood. A migrant worker had fallen in, (I can't recall if they finally ruled it a drunken accident or a fight) and died. In summer. For a couple of weeks. In the desert sun.
The topside was like charred bloated leather, the bottom side was mostly sloughed off by that point. Did I mention he was facedown?
*I* however, was not the one that poked him with stick.
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After a person spends enough time backpacking, they don't worry too much about dirt on such trips anymore. You become one with the earth.
Oh god, no kidding. You'll eat anything while hiking and think nothing of it.
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I thought of another story. My ex and I were travelling to Guatemala by car. We stopped in Palenque, a Mayan ruin, and encountered a Swiss backpacker there.
Oh, *jealous*.
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Well, would you really want to chew one?
Toasted grubs can be quite good - like almond marshmallows.
Well, I once roomed with a good friend who is a germophobe. (Poor guy was raised by a mother who was a public health official... he never had a chance.)
Let's just say I'm not.
I'm 6'3", so kitchen counters are just about tush-high on me, so I tend to find myself sitting on them a lot. They're just comfy that way. Or I'm weird that way. Either one, take your pick.
So one day I'd been out working out in the pool, and come in to make some lunch. A sandwich is made, I'm consuming it sitting on the counter kickin' my heels back a bit, just enjoying my lunch, when he walks in.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"*mrfle*?"
"What are you doing *SITTING* on the kitchen counter?!?"
"Oh, that. It's okay, I'm wearing shorts this time."
He bleached the entire kitchen.
Okay, so it's not gross, but *HE* thought it was.
so you once sat on the kitchen counter anked. that is gross
Oog. When I was around 6 or so I swallowed a quarter and had to do the same thing. My mother would lay out newspaper next to the toilet, I'd squat and do my thing, then squash through it with a fork (never to be used again, of course) hoping the little coin would find its passage out.
It did eventually...rainbowed by stomach acid. It was 'pretty' and I still have it 30 years later.
so you once sat on the kitchen counter anked. that is gross
The great part was, I never actually had in that apartment... I just threw 'this time' in to get his goat. And it worked. I could *not* convince him afterwards that I'd been kidding - he was too squicked to let it go.
i can tell you a story about my brother. one night he went out drinking. he drank a 5th of Jack. apparently he got up in the middle of the night to take ash!t and he sh!t on top of this round shaped fan that was in bedroom. i guess their was sh1t everywhere too, in his bed etc. i never saw. i think my mom had to clean it up
Wasn't there a thread on Ars a while back where a kid had accidentally sucked something like the "7" key off of his keyboard and was waiting on it to come out?
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Originally posted by 709
Hmm...I seem to remember a panties over the hose incident...
Sicko.
I joke! Please don't rap my knuckles with that ruler.
709 - You just escaped some serious, long-term damage.
I didn't see the second part of your post until the reply frame came up. I was gnashing my teeth and ready to leap tall buildings in a single bound to get at your throat.
Figuratively speaking, of course.
Originally posted by murbot
I for one am really impressed with your story. Kudos for being such a swell guy.
If I picked on some kid and made him squish shit into his hair, I'd probably NOT post it here, but hey, that's just me.
Did you let him use your bidet afterwards?
Nah, it was all for fun anyway. Actually it wasn't my idea at all. I basically grew up with the kid so it wasn't anything bad.
He didn't seem to mind it anyway
Originally posted by Ganondorf
One time I was stranded in the desert so I had to eat my own poop to survive.
I don't think it works that way. I don't think I'd do it even if it did.
Originally posted by Carol A
Wow. That really IS gross. Bleehhh!
Body parts snipped...
Alright, that reminds me that as a kid some of us *did* find a dead body in the irrigation ditch in the neighborhood. A migrant worker had fallen in, (I can't recall if they finally ruled it a drunken accident or a fight) and died. In summer. For a couple of weeks. In the desert sun.
The topside was like charred bloated leather, the bottom side was mostly sloughed off by that point. Did I mention he was facedown?
*I* however, was not the one that poked him with stick.
After a person spends enough time backpacking, they don't worry too much about dirt on such trips anymore. You become one with the earth.
Oh god, no kidding. You'll eat anything while hiking and think nothing of it.
I thought of another story. My ex and I were travelling to Guatemala by car. We stopped in Palenque, a Mayan ruin, and encountered a Swiss backpacker there.
Oh, *jealous*.
Well, would you really want to chew one?
Toasted grubs can be quite good - like almond marshmallows.
Originally posted by Whisper
I don't think it works that way. I don't think I'd do it even if it did.
Drinking your own urine, however, is effective for a few days at least.
Originally posted by Kickaha
Well, I once roomed with a good friend who is a germophobe. (Poor guy was raised by a mother who was a public health official... he never had a chance.)
Let's just say I'm not.
I'm 6'3", so kitchen counters are just about tush-high on me, so I tend to find myself sitting on them a lot. They're just comfy that way. Or I'm weird that way. Either one, take your pick.
So one day I'd been out working out in the pool, and come in to make some lunch. A sandwich is made, I'm consuming it sitting on the counter kickin' my heels back a bit, just enjoying my lunch, when he walks in.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"*mrfle*?"
"What are you doing *SITTING* on the kitchen counter?!?"
"Oh, that. It's okay, I'm wearing shorts this time."
He bleached the entire kitchen.
Okay, so it's not gross, but *HE* thought it was.
so you once sat on the kitchen counter anked. that is gross
Originally posted by 709
Oog. When I was around 6 or so I swallowed a quarter and had to do the same thing. My mother would lay out newspaper next to the toilet, I'd squat and do my thing, then squash through it with a fork (never to be used again, of course) hoping the little coin would find its passage out.
It did eventually...rainbowed by stomach acid. It was 'pretty' and I still have it 30 years later.
Cool!
When I was 2 I ate my Mom's contac lenses.
Thereafter, I've had 20/20 hindsight.
*rimshot*
Originally posted by burningwheel
so you once sat on the kitchen counter anked. that is gross
The great part was, I never actually had in that apartment... I just threw 'this time' in to get his goat. And it worked. I could *not* convince him afterwards that I'd been kidding - he was too squicked to let it go.
i can tell you a story about my brother. one night he went out drinking. he drank a 5th of Jack. apparently he got up in the middle of the night to take ash!t and he sh!t on top of this round shaped fan that was in bedroom. i guess their was sh1t everywhere too, in his bed etc. i never saw. i think my mom had to clean it up
ouch!!!
Originally posted by Aquatic
I used a PC once...
dude, you use it alot, well, you used too, we went to a skool where they had all pcs, ick, jk just givin you a hard time
and I think this monkey may have a story or two to tell.
Never Kiss a monkey
Originally posted by MagicFingers
I once was doing a "farmer hack" or "snot rocket" and it somehow snagged from my nose and swung back into my open mouth...(quiver)
and I think this monkey may have a story or two to tell.
Never Kiss a monkey
hahahahahahahaha that monkey was friggin' hilarious!!!