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jim
Beauty is in the eye of the Beer Holder
< Brews and Cues >

Is this a joke?

Maybe she was rigged or something. (As in someone wanted her dead)

Heh... mabey you can sue or something...

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Have a nice day, because monkeys don't.
-< PersonGuy >

Smile, you're on candid camera? Sorry you had to see that. Ick.

but it was in a crowd and everyone was laughing and it seemed funny with the influece of everyone around.. heh..

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but it was in a crowd and everyone was laughing and it seemed funny with the influece of everyone around.. heh..[/B]

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And it's not a person?

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...when you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you
-- Friedrich Nietzsche

as of the chick: she had a seizure and bit down on her tongue cuz her to spit up blood. i'm not sure about the skin though, maybe a sudden loss of blood?

*spits up orange juice*
oh, and thnx for including the dis-embowelment of a sheep, solid! that was great [/sarcasm] where the fuck did that happen? *ponders*

silver

And the disemblowelment happened at this iranian get together (by iranian, I mean on the other half of the world).

And by the way, it is NOT possible to swallow your tongue during a seizure. If you see someone having a seizure this is what to do (from my EMT textbook, Brady "Emergency Care" 8th ed., if you care):
"- Place the patient on the floor or ground. If there is no possibility that spine injury has occurred, position the patient on his side for drainage from the mouth.
- Loosen restrictive clothing.
- Remove objects that may harm the patient.
- Protect the patient from injury, but do not try to hold the patient still during convulsions.
Note: Never place anything in the mouth of a seizing patient."
And of course, don't forget to call an ambulance - seizures can be life threatening.

When I was 4 I was holding a suction cup arrow in mouth (pointing out) as I walked down a flight of stairs in my house. I triped and fell onto it and it peirceced the back of my trakeya (can't spell) and stopped at the muscle wall in the back of my neck. bled on car seat... scans... stitches... hospital... etc... scrambled eggs for a month...

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Have a nice day, because monkeys don't.
-< PersonGuy >

example:
when my dad was young, he had to crank up the car (old-fashioned ones) and so he had his thumb over the bar (crank). the engine of the car backfired, and he had a compound fracture in his right arm.

another example:
my friend was playing baseball, and he hit a homerun! (yay, we won!) but this chick, who hated to loose, ran after him and pushed him from behind. he fell flat on his face and broke his nose. there was blood ALL over the place.

thats all i can think of right now.. but i'll find some more.

silver

Anyhow he scraped the right side of my right leg, and you know how bood dries up and it itches with the rash kinda thing, i had that on my thigh for like 2 weeks and it ITCHED..

oh yea I also fell from 3 stairs once jumping off a chair when i was like 3 and scraped my head, it bled, they were thinking of surgery, but didnt, and that was that.

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what do you mean vodka isnt an officially recognised AMD coolant

(btw, rode a bike at 3?? wow thats really young)

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Have a nice day, because monkeys don't.
-< PersonGuy >

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When my flying days are over, and my death has come to pass
I hope they bury me upside down, so the whole damn world can kiss my ass

I went to Rainbow foods and bought some Jolly Ranchers from the bin with my 2 dollars. While there, the bike was in a rack. When I left, I pulled the bike out, unknowingly loosening the Quick-Release on my front tire. So, I ride about half the way home, and I see a crack in the sidewalk with a 2 inch raise. So, I wheelie the mountain bike up a little bit to get over it, and the front tire comes off.

I fly over the handlebars, and hit the ground hard. I was wearing Jeans and a Jean Jacket (hey, 7th grade in 1991), so it wasn't too bad... but I knocked my knee and elbow so hard against the ground that I couldn't move.

So, I'm laying there in front of some woman's house for about 5 or 6 minutes. I'm thinking, damn... I wish I could have seen that.

The woman comes home from work, sees a kid banged up on the sidewalk in front of her house, and comes out to find out if I'm dead. I start talking to her like a normal human being, but tell her my leg is messed up and give her my mom's number. She calls my mom and says, "Your son is laying in my front yard." Mom freaks.

I am then able to hobble my way to her car and she gives me a ride home.

That's it. Not dead, only some minor scrapes and bruises and an incapacitated knee for about a day. I still laugh about it to this day.

ok, yea, but still.... DAMN! what else can I tell you guyz.... hmmm..
oh yea:

when i wuz young, i was playing at a playground. There were these bars where you climb up. The bars on a 35 degree slant, and handles along the sides. Of course, begin a dumbass little lam0r, I don't think about using them. 3 steps later, i find myself falling a looooong way down. It had to be.. 16 feet high. I fell and landed directly on my chin, splitting it along the bottom. Blood everywhere... screaming, kicking, pounding of fists. I actually blacked out from loss of blood! When i awoke, i was in the hospital, and my Mom was talking to the Doctor. I over-heard that stitches were recommended, and they could do it as soon as possible. My mom.. she is SO cheap. She asks how much it will cost, the doctor answers, and my mom says: "No, its ok, he'll be fine!" I'm lying there, and i can't feel anything below my nose! I fall asleep again. The next day (and yes, i was sleeping) my mom tells me that i have recovered, but there will be a small scar on my chin due to NOT GETTING STICHES! stupid parents.... I WANTED STICHES!! grrr.... anywayz! thats my story!

peace,

silver

This message has been edited by SiLVeR54 on April 25, 2001 at 10:36 PM

1) Around the age of 12 I was playing with a knife and a box (good fun!) and accidentally decided to stab my knee as hard as I could. The knife went on the inside of my left leg, right between my knee and that tendon that holds your thy on. It went in slightly over 1 inch. Despite bleeding profusely for the rest of the day and not being able to get off the couch for over a week I never went to the hospital.

2) I rode my bike down a very steep hill and over a jump. I flew for about 6 feet, and slid for about 6 more. This broke my collarbone, so I rode my bike home (~2 miles). When I got home I called my mom at work:
ME: hey mom, I think I broke my collarbone.
MOM: no you didn’t, if you did you would be in too much pain to call me.
ME: but it really hurts, are you sure?
MOM: you’re fine.
Two weeks later I RE-broke it at work and finally went to a chiropractor.
CHIROPRACTOR: Dear god! This thing’s been broken for weeks!
I still give my mom hell about that one.

3) ANOTHER time I was hauling ass through a field on my motorcycle when I crested a hill only to find a huge ditch for my front tire to drop in. On my way through the handlebars I broke three ribs and covered my body in fresh scabs.

4) Then there was the time that my neighbor managed to deep-fry the entire top of my left foot while we were trying to cook fish in a drunken state. That was good times.

Through this and so, so much more I have never actually gone to the hospital aside from mandatory physicals in high school. I think I have some sort of strange phobia.

This message has been edited by Blain on April 26, 2001 at 02:28 AM

2)when i was like five, my sister was babysitting me, and she was like sixteen or so, i was like five. i ask for chocolate milk, she says no, so i decide to climb up myself and get it. i do a faceplant off of the counter, land on my chin.

OH HOLY SHIT:
3) this one time, two years ago (14) me and my friend took his four wheeler into the next valley. he lived in reno, so we basically went towards cali (west). we stay out a whole night camping and shit. on our way home, after many wierd things (only explain if i have to) we were almost to the summit of the mountian. to get there we had to go up a little section, then turn right about 70degrees. so he cuts off the corner, while we're still going up, and hit a ditch head on. front tire hits the ditch, pops it up, he guns it, back tires keep going while we flip over backwards. the thing fell straight on me. it was sweet

4) same friend as reno, different bike. he has this XR 80 from like 1978 or something, and we would just go riding all around. one time he hit a bump going about twenty(i had his real motorcycle pants on) and i fell off the back, onto the fender. it kinda caves in, hitting and rubbing against the tire. i hold on to him, in the process dragging my feet on the ground and grinding my genitilia into the tire.
no harm done. thankfully.

after we had found a suitable spot, we started to explore the surrounding enviroment, being such good boy scouts that we are. we find a tent like a hundred yards away, which is REALLY suspicious. we investigate.

when we go into the tent we find books, shitload of ramen, and canned beans, a backpack, and a buncha those little cheesy things that they sell at outdoor stores. (waterproof matches, waterproof match containers, solar blankets, stuff the make you think is essential, but is really stupid.)

after searching for a bit, finding a porn, we find these journal enteries.

so we read them. they are gruesome. what we deducted from them is that this guy was some ex-coast guard that had just moved from ohio to reno. after doing so he divorced his wife, all this shit.

THE JUICY PART
these letters also contain a lot of "documentation" of his experiences with the sexual encounters he had with his daughter. shit like she blackmailed him, aka, have sex with me or i tell mommy. how she forced him, aka come into the room naked and start carressing him while he's watching tv and such. realllly fucked up shit. im sorry that i ripped them up. (actually i read them after we had crashed at the top of the mountain, cause i was kinda shaken.. they didnt help. also, we camped a 100 yards away from this fool. i dunno if he was there or not, but fuck. and, i kinda just threw them up into the air in disgust. they are long gone)

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Originally posted by fire_502:
one time i was at a concert, sheesh it had to be like 6-7 years ago, and the girl in front of me just dropped to the ground and had a seizure. the security quickly whisked her away. her boyfriend was mumbling something about acid eye drops or something. does that even exist? anyway, all i remember was thinking that they should get her off her back so she didn't like swallow her tongue or something. it's definately not an experience i would like to witness again.

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I'm pretty sure LSD eyedrops would work, but I haven't ever heard of any for sale. LSD doesn't really cause seizures in people.

On the other hand, PCP is available in eyedrops and causes that sort of thing.

I was coming back from getting something from the local mall and there was this NARROW chance I could've gotten through a little crease, two poles on each side. So I thought, what the hell, I feel lucky.

Boy was I wrong, I rammed into the pole and my bikes rear went up in the air, and i got thrown way off and slid on the asphalt.

I felt so aweful! At the same time I fell off pretty cool! So anyhow I went home and that was that. (Couple scrapes)