Don’t worry about bringing us down, you have to live with those memories. I’m very sorry for your freind and for you having gone through that experience.
One day during lunch I was walking to the store. It was winter time and pretty cold. I was on a pretty empty street when out of a door comes a big black man. He starts screaming, not of pain, but what I thought was because he was cold since he didn’t have a shirt on. I thought, well of course it’s cold you moron you don’t have a shirt.
The next thing I know he lets out another scream and drops his pants in the street, takes them off and starts to walk around! I had no idea what to do, I mean how do you react to a naked crazy man in the street? I was glad he was on the other side of the street so I just kept walking laughing to myself.
In 10th grade health class, we had to watch a slideshow of STD-infected genitals. Some had such nicknames as “the lion” and “the cauliflower”. Some were so diseased it was impossible to tell if they belonged to men or women. As if that weren’t bad enough, I had intense menstrual cramps that day and I already felt nauseated. Eesh.
We saw a similar film during health class my first year in college (though I don’t recall the genitals having nicknames). What I do recall (vividly) is that the film we saw was set to music: “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” was the song. To this day, more than twenty years later, every time I hear that song I think of all those diseased hoo-has (and faces too–lots of syphilis-ridden noses and lips and…eww.) :eek:
My cat puking up a hairball, and my dog cruising by to gobble it up. I most definitely did NOT need to see that!
Back in the days when I was going to school at Berkeley I had an apartment that overlooked Telegraph Ave. In those days, there were a lot of street people. One day I was looking out the window when I observed an old guy with a long ratty coat walking down the street. Just moseying along. Then he stopped. Stepped off the curb. Raised his coat. Dropped his trousers. And defecated. I lost my appetite the rest of the day. At least he didn’t do it on the sidewalk.
I am almost certain that, in the years since that happened, more than once you have stopped to ponder the fact that life can be so very, very fragile. I’m also betting that your life is different now from what it would have been if your friend had been one step ahead of you.
Now, back to the regularly-scheduled gross-out humor.
I’m ashamed to post this.
One time, I clicked an internet link. It lead to a video that bothered me more than just about anything I’ve seen.
It was a pretty Japanese woman, holding a kitten. She was cuddling the kitten and smiling, posing for the camera.
A lovely video.
However, she then proceeded to put the kitten on the sidewalk…and stomp on it’s neck and head with her high heels. The kitty cried and miaoued while she proceeded to stomp it to death. I have no idea why this happened. I have no idea the context of the video. It was quite real and I don’t believe it was faked. It was horrible and I have no idea why I watched.
I did NOT need to see that. I wish I’d not clicked that link.
Those are known as Crush Videos. Here is some more info on the one you saw.
A few years ago, I cut my arms quite badly attempting to take an air conditioner out of a window by myself. I knew I was cut, but not how badly, so I ran into the bathroom and stuck my arms under running water. I clearly saw the skin of my left arm part and expose the tendons running to my fingers.
I so did not need to see that.
Thank goodness I wasn’t alone, or I probably would have bled to death. I passed out in the bathroom and awakened to find my friend had wrapped my arms in towels and was on the phone to tell the hospital to expect me.
This one time, a group of friends and I were at a greasy spoon having breakfast. There was an old, threadbare sort of guy at the table behind us, and my friend and I were looking straight at him when he sneezed a big mouthful of stuff onto his plate. I don’t know if it was water he just drank, or mucous, or what, but then we watched as he proceeded to continue to eat the stuff he had just sneezed on.
My cat walked by me one day and I saw about five inches of bright orange acrylic yarn hanging out of his asshole. Since I saw it I felt it was my responsibility as a responsible pet owner to remove said piece of butt string. Grabbed a papertowel for my hand, pinned the cat down, grabbed the string and pulled… and pulled… and pulled some more… The cat was squalling like a raped ape as I pulled… and pulled some more… festoons. Gobbets. Hanks of yarn liberally admixed with cat shit in the tangles. Did I mention that I pulled? And pulled some more? Many, MANY feet of bright orange, shit smeared yarn draped artistically across my kitchen floor. Gagging, I was. Cat squalling like I was removing his spleen with a dull toothpick. Eventually it came to an end and the cat walked off gingerly flicking his tail to check the integrity of his chocolate starfish. I got to clean up the fucking shitty yarn.
This happened many years ago, and not a week goes by that I wish I’d never seen that initial length of yarn. I would be a happier person now were that the case…
Cats make poor yarn dispensers, I’m just sayin’…
Once when I was working as a cashier at McDonald’s, I took an elderly man’s order. He was wearing a suit and tie, Windsor knot even, clean-shaven, the whole nine. Very gentlemanly, in other words. So it was a great surprise to me when after I handed him his change, he leaned down and dropped a loogie into the shopping bag by his feet.
I think there was a thread a few months back about how pulling yarn or string or other stringlike objects out of a cat’s anus can rip up its intestines and kill it. Beware!
Now I do.
When I was 12 or so, I took a summer class that was basically several (three I think) weeks of various field trips. Nothing else. The class was called “Life is a Trip.”
Anyways, one day, our field trip was to the Walter Reed Army Medical Museum. They had all sorts of lovely* medical artifacts on display. There was a hand that had been amputated because of severe frostbite, the skin of some guy who had every square inch tattooed, before and after busts of the first man to undergo reconstructive surgery for severe factial trauma, the skeletons of deformed stillbirths in jars with names based on the deformities (“the mermaid,” “the cyclops” and such,) and so much more.
The tread title says it all folks. I did NOT need to see any of that!
*Note: Heavy sarcasm alert.
Yes, that’s the video. I guess it’s Chinese, not Japanese.
What a terrible thing. It was bad enough to see it, but how bad must a person be to do that and film it?
Next time just trim the trailing yarn off at the cat’s butthole and watch to make sure he doesn’t develop an intestinal obstruction. He was squalling because you were hurting him by pulling that yarn out. You’re lucky you didn’t injure him badly.
How 'bout seeing your roommate do the same, both underarms as well of his groin and ass!! :eek:
…?! Did he pull orange yarn out of them? Or crush kittens with them?
You never heard of “the family jewelry”?