To tell the truth number 4

I wish but I can't.

Have you ever made one of your dreams come true?

 

lmao. grimsquids?? classic...

I don't feel like answering questions or making up a question right now. I just felt the need to comment on grimsquids.

 

Finding love, as well as some fantasies that are only proper for the Real Kinky section.

Have you nearly died, if so, how many times?

 

yes, or least thats what my mom said, something bout the tubes being wrapped round my neck


do you have a foot fetish?

 

when I was 17 I somehow managed to consume 10 double shots of vodka in under 10 minutes. I weighed like 95 pounds at the time. The last thing I remember was puking pure black liquid and praying to some higher power that I didn't believe in to somehow let me survive. Then I passed out in all the black liquid. The next thing I knew I was waking up in the hospital with a tube shoved down my throat, a catheter being shoved into my nether regions, and liquid charcoal being poured into my mouth. That kinda sucked...

Almost dying will do weird things to you. The days that followed were some of the happiest days of my life.

Same question. Have you nearly died?

 

I suppose I'll shoot.

House fire in '98. We only survived because some neighbors came back from St. Paddy's Day partying at the bar to get their smokes, banged on the door until my dad woke up.

Some years after that, my brother's car engine caught fire and randomly went out. The fire chief was pretty amazed and confused as to why either event happened.

And when I was real young, this is one I only remembered recently, I was swinging on vines in my backyard and the vine gave, and I opened my eyes and not even an inch from my face was a huge block of stone, corner sticking up.





Is there anything that you would change if you had the chance to go back in time - even if you knew it would change history dramatically, in unpredictable ways?

 

I have, twice for now. One time was because of hypothermia and the other time because both kidneys let me down, after carrying an infection for over 2 months without taking care of it. I noticed my skin and the white in my eyes was becoming yellow and I had this violent pain over my kidneys, like muscle cramps by 10 000. I knew something wasn't right and finally got the nerve to go to the hospital. As soon as I came into the waiting room I fell face down, from the pain and heavy intoxication (I knew a bit later my liver and pancreas were about to let me down too, all 3 blood filters not working properly, woot). I got transfered right away to ER and spent 2 weeks on IV antibiotics, painkillers and dialysis.

Yeah, being tough doesn't always pay back.

Hell yeah!

If I could, the Bible would have never been written.

Now, tell me something you're really, really afraid of?

 

no way man. I saw the Butterfly Effect. Ashton Kutcher showed me how these things work.

I forgot to mention another time I almost died, I had a severe asthma attack while I was camping and just kept camping because I didn't want to be a little girly bitch.

The doctor later told me I could have slipped into a coma in the dry air, breathing in all that campfire. yeah, being tough doesn't always pay back at all.

Letting life pass me by without doing anything significant or seeing the world.

What are you really, really afraid of? I'm not creative with new questions

 

no...because feet are disgusting

thank christ because i am terrified of 'new questions'...you rock


have you smoked weed with a parent or parent of a friend?

 

No. None of my friends have DILFs or MILFs.

Have you ever slept with one of your friend's sibling?

 

Nope just don't find any of 'em attractive n' I'm married

If it was a matter of life or death would you rather live or help someone else in need so that they could live even tho it most likely would cost you your own life?

 

The last time was when I was trundling along a country road in a 32 ton tipper truck.
Two women were leaping around in the road ahead,I stopped,[like yer do],and there was a Ford car on it's roof in the ditch,on fire,with the driver still inside.
he couldn't get the doors open because the ditch was too narrow.
I told the women to BOTH phone for an ambulance,grabbed my hammer from the kit and climbed into the ditch.
The bloke inside was laying across the front seats,I told him to shield his eyes and shattered the window.
I did manage to get him out,although he was yelling and screaming.
I got him into the recovery position and was checking for broken limbs when a hand descended on my shoulder.
I jumped like a virgin at an orgy!
The Air Ambulance had landed not 60 ft from me as I was sorting matey out-and I hadn't even noticed it. I damn near filled my breeks!
Last I saw,the car was WELL alight,two air medics were sorting out the driver and the two women were talking animatedly to the pilot.
No-one seemed to need me,so I got back in my truck and drove away.
It was only when I got to Lafarge's pit to load that Terry on the weighbridge asked what had happened to me.
When I looked in the mirror,the collar of my jacket,all down the left sleeve was charred and ripped,and my hair was full of ashy bits and window glass.
I never did find out what happened or if that driver was ok,but to this day that ditch shows signs of the car fire..after around 5 years.


Have you ever 'beaten the system' in a small way that gave you that "YEAH!" feeling?

 

I wish.

Have you ever slept with someone even though you knew it would hurt you when they left?

 

Ain't we all? Really?



Ever look back and think "They wuz good times" and feel you're getting old?

 

Fuck yeah.

Name one place that was really shitty, but that you wouldn't trade the memory of for anywhere in the world.

 

The Smugglers Inn,Durban,S.A....




Can you explain what's the point of ANY government making suicide illegal?

 

Yup, my dad is chill enough for that.

Not really. Seems like I'm one of the few who can separate sex and emotions.

I think about the good times, but still feel young! :2thumbsup:

Eclipse 2007, outdoors electronic music festival. It rained a bit on saturday night, enough to make the soil soft, and the hundreds of people dancing in the same small space created a huge field of mud. I swear, I had some up to my mid-calves. After sliding and falling into the mud with my top notch psy clothes on, I decided to trade them for my bathing suit and rolled myself in it. Good times.

I can't, it's pure non sense.

Tell something that happened to you or that you saw, and just remembering about it makes you giggle?

 

Stumbling up the main street of my neighborhood drunk at 3 AM only to have the cops pull up beside me, laugh, and keep going. So fucking lucky for me, too, cos I'm 17 and kinda babyfaced.

 

M*A*S*H

Human

Costello

No I don't. That's something I've really wanted for a long time.

Must have been 8 or 9 years ago. I was fucking wasted, out walking my dog around 1 am and puked all over someone elses lawn, down on my knees. I must have passed out because I woke up awhile later, my dog was sitting next to me.

I think $110. It was more but I got it reduced by going to traffic court.

What do you call an asshole potato that runs its own country?


A Dicktater. :2thumbsup:

One time I had a pizza in the oven and when I went to take it out it slipped off the stone and fell partially through the grate, onto the actual element. That shit stunk.

I've walked in front of a few cars to try to get them to stop for an animal that was on the road a few times.

The sun shone on me as I walked to work this morning.

My own eagerness to leave work at a decent time caused me to make a funny mistake.

I don't think I've ever fantasized about killing another human being. I'd be a little concerned if I had...

I like talking to some of the old ladies that come into my work. There's one that comes in once every two weeks or so, she's going to be 90 years-old in two months. She's one of the happiest people I've ever met. She laughs at everything and tells cool stories about living in California in the 1930s and 40s. She told me this story today about how she had a grapefruit tree in her backyard and she lived solely off of grapefruits and eggs for a few months because she wanted to lose 15 pounds for her man when he got home from the war. She's a real sweet old lady.

My privates. Everyone reading this should check their PM box

Subway, three days ago.

Some pop music. Lady Gaga, Katy Perry. I don't go out of my way to listen, but if it's on I likely won't change the channel. I like poppy music, because it sounds good some of it. What can I say?

No, but I'd love to visit Uranus.

I don't particularly like them. Though I'm not offended by them either. The body makes many sounds.

Yes. Some however choose not to stay here...

Not entirely. Just as I wouldn't expect her to talk about the shit she did growing up in the 1970s, I keep to myself what I feel others don't need to know.

Yes. I asked out my dream girl in high school and we dated for almost two years.

Than get the fuck out of the thread.

:tongue:

Not that I know of. I may have been close a few times without knowing it.

I do not. But I do have a vagina fetish.

Probably 9/11. Not for obvious reasons. But I wish, for the US' sake that it never happened because your rights and privacy has drastically declined since then, and I feel that's a great injustice against all citizens who have the right to freedom and privacy.

Being attacked by a bear. Also, washing dishes.

Not really. I once smoked weed with a man and his son. But I was friends with the old man, not the son, who was a few years older than me.

That depends. Would you consider us mates?

That depends, would you consider us friends?

Only on the off chance that the friend didn't care. Otherwise no.

That would depend entirely on the individual case. If it was a child I'd be much more willing to help at my own risk, than I would be if it was an otherwise relatively healthy individual. I believe very firmly in natural selection.

Just animals.

Nothing comes to mind.

Yes.

I occassionally look back on my teen years and think that. They were really great times. But I'm still young and universe willing have plenty of great times ahead of me. I try not to look back too much. The past is gone and over.

I won't name the place, but my old apartment. Every night was a drug and alcohol fueled party/strange adventure and I was surrounded by some strange, hurtful, exciting, scary people. It ended really shitty, but I wouldn't trade the experience for anything. I'm not sure what that says about me...

When you kill yourself, you're cutting off one tiny stream of income for them.

It was a completely random comment my niece made to me when I was pushing her on the swing a few weeks ago. She used a word out of context and it was hilarious.


Tell us about one of your favorite artists. Why do you like their art?

 

My friend's apartment was like that for me. I went into it as vegetarian straight edge kid, but soon I was drinking every day, I tried coke, I drunkenly lost my virginity, I'd been punched in the face, I'd been pissed on, it was a fucking shit show. Thinking about it automatically makes me smile, though. I miss that place so much.


One of my favorite artists is Kurt Cobain. His visual artwork screamed his views and it made me understand him just a little better.