A story from my childhood! (722 hits)
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Submitted by KoolMang (View user info) at 2004-09-21 00:16:56 EDT
It was in grade 5 I believe, and we went to the boonies for this farmer's Halloween tunnel he constructed. It wasn't that scary, just something you run through for the thrill of being in an enclosed space and trying to escape. Anyway I got to the end and, when I finished it, I decided to go all the way back!
(Sidenote: the other day, I learned my lesson fully about one-way routes, as I NEARLY turned into oncoming traffic on a one-way street, WHEW!)
I decide to head BACK where I came from, and I clunk heads with Jason. Ouch, was I crying! I'm not sure about him, but if he wasn't, I bet he got it a lot from his parents (beatings). Anyway we were both bleeding profusely, heads throbbing, we apologized to eachother later, even though it was my fault. Anyway at hospital, I get my first stitches! I am quite amazed that I am watching this doctor insert needles and threads through my forehead, yet I can hardly feel it!
Anyway later on during classes while sitting on the mat, I decide to pick at the stitches. I can tell from today that picking at them didn't leave any permanent scarring.
My question is: picking at stitches; good or bad?
Here is a picture, the swastikas are inspired by Spiral.
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Submitted by Flak (user info) at 2004-09-21 17:26:52 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by hcp28 (user info) at 2004-09-21 16:34:52 EDT (#)
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moron
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-09-21 09:46:20 EDT (#)
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Are you SURE you're not retarded?
Submitted by I_Have_a_Kristen_Fetish (user info) at 2004-09-21 06:58:21 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Zoidberg (user info) at 2004-09-21 01:45:24 (#)
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What a great story!
Submitted by Stabkill (user info) at 2004-09-21 02:04:55 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Krautski (user info) at 2004-09-21 00:19:12 (#)
Ranking: 2
SWASTIKA is wrong way round you jew!
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Maybe he's a buddist now. That symbol is the right way for buddism.
I would love to wear a buddist ring with that symbol, but I don't. Guys who wear rings are gay.
(Ok, maybe not gay...but I just can't stand jewelry myself. No chains, rings, etc... Maybe my mind it is because I remember that picture of the severed ring finger everyone in the military is exposed to.)
Submitted by Zoidberg (user info) at 2004-09-21 01:45:24 EDT (#)
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What a great story!
Submitted by KoolMang (user info) at 2004-09-21 00:26:47 EDT (#)
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If you watch that movie "Jakob the Liar", it gives you a good reason why Germans should've just shot Jews strictly, and that was the end of it. Like no massing them up, just "Oh, there's a Jew! BANG!"
The Jews in that movie are so stereotypical of the desperate ghetto Jew. I hated that little girl with the black hair.
I also hated that "Anne Frank" movie.
Anybody ask me for any reason why Jews suck, I could name a dozen, it's just hard to think of them because I don't devote my time to actually researching them.
Submitted by Pringles4eva (user info) at 2004-09-21 00:20:33 EDT (#)
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Submitted by sublime (user info) at 2004-09-21 00:18:44 (#)
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i have a picture of you mang, i do.
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i have a picture of his ass. a very large picture. for a very large ass. fat ass.
Submitted by DonkeyOnTheEdge (user info) at 2004-09-21 00:20:00 EDT (#)
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Picking at stiches= Good. Its a strange feeling when you can move something around under your skin.
Submitted by Pringles4eva (user info) at 2004-09-21 00:19:52 EDT (#)
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picking stitches good. i took mine out after 3 days and everything was fine. +2 for adolf
Submitted by Krautski (user info) at 2004-09-21 00:19:12 EDT (#)
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SWASTIKA is wrong way round you jew!
Submitted by sublime (user info) at 2004-09-21 00:18:44 EDT (#)
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i have a picture of you mang, i do.