There are many things I wish I had never seen, but there is one that I see repeatedly as a boxing fan that always makes me look away: when they shove that medicated swab up the boxer’s nose between rounds. On the ewwww spectrum it’s pretty tame, but I just can’t stand to watch it.
I was going to say that too. I’ve seen most of the other images mentioned in this thread, but the the lotus pod / “breast rash” picture is the only one that makes me shiver just thinking about it, and the only one I truly wish I never saw.
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Coming home late one night with some friends. We were making out way from the living room downstairs to my room. We heard a door open and all looked… out walks my dad… naked. We see him, he sees us…he ducks into the nearby bathroom.
Oh, I saw my dad naked once. It was an accident, of course. And I don’t think he ever knew I saw him naked. But I really didn’t need to see that, you know?
I am typically okay with disturbing images if I have adequate warning and preparation. For example, I was able to walk away from the famed harlequin baby pictures only mildly disturbed, as well as many of the malignant medical maladies linked to from here. But terrible sights sprung on me without warning definitely do it. Two examples that spring immediately to mind:
As a college freshman, my roommate’s friend once stopped by while he was out and changed his desktop wallpaper as a joke. He asked me not to mention it beforehand. So I went over to look, getting my first eyeful of coprophagic porn. I password-protected my screensaver that afternoon.
Similarly, my first viewing of tubgirl was from a random malicious redirect. I knew nothing about it before. Argh my brain!
Nothing in real life yet, thank Og.
A couple of videos on teh interweb, probably on youtube or google video.
This first one might have been a hoax, but it still bugs me. The video…
…is of a dashboard-cam’s view of someone driving a car, which rolls, and the driver’s head gets pulled out the window and caught between the ground and the car frame. His body spasm was horrifying. And it all happened so fast - one minute he’s driving and apparently nodding off, literally seconds later he’s dead.
The other one is the recent video of the idiot kid who hollowed out a grapefruit, filled it with gasoline, set it on the street, lit it on fire, and knocked it with a baseball bat. His legs CATCH ON FIRE while his idiot buddy behind the camera is LAUGHING. He couldn’t have been much older than 14.
Just today – walking down İstiklal Caddesi here in İstanbul, I saw a clash between the police and some protestors/marchers. A couple of the protestors got faces full of some sort of gas. I tried to run away, but before I could catch my breath, some of the gas hit me, too. My lungs and nose were burning but I wouldn’t inhale until I got away. Nasty.
I just remembered two more, which I saw first-hand, both involving head injuries.
When I was about 12 and living in a seedy town in New Jersey, I walked to school. One day, I passed this street guy. I remember he was just kind of shuffling along the sidewalk, and had a vacant look in his eyes. As I passed him, I could see that the back-left quarter of his skull was caved in a good 1-2 inches and covered with dark crumbly scar tissue. I think I ran the rest of the way, but I didn’t tell my parents until years later.
The other one was a few weeks ago, driving home from work. I witnessed a biker, doing about 35-40 MPH sans helmet, crash after getting clipped by a car. He slid along the asphalt, on his head and shoulder, a good ten feet before stopping. I and a few other drivers got out to render assistance. The skin on his shoulder was shredded, and he was losing clumpy giblets with hair from his head wound. The driver who clipped him sped away, and when the cop finally stopped by to see what was going on, the biker got on his bike and took off, leaving the rest of us to explain to the cop that we didn’t hit the guy.
Anyway, long story short, the spontaneously-dropping-bloody-clumps-of-hair-from-the-head part is still waking me up at night.
Uh…
nope
nope, not that one, either
still thinking
…wait…Tubgirl?
…waitaminit…god dammit…“lemonparty”???
I’m perverted. How did these things miss me?
One thing I really wish I’d never seen:
What amyotrophic lateral sclerosis did to my mother.
Imagine a diease that slowly removes the power to move your muscles. It does not affect your mind; you can still feel everything; it’s not even particularly painful. But little by little you lose the power of movement, and your muscles atrophy. Gradually you lose control of bodily functions. Mom went to sleep on the couch one night and did not wake up. I think that was actually merciful.
Another thing I wish I’d never seen was the results of my google search on “necrotizing fasciitis”.
I’ve said some nasty things about women in some of my posts. So sue me. I have become comfortable with the misogynist rage that picks the scabs in my scarred psyche. However…
One of the few things that I have seen that left me so horrified that I can say it left me haunted was a picture I saw in a magazine (Time? I don’t feel any hostility toward the magazine, btw, shaking up people is part of their job). It accompanied an article on female genital mutilation, and showed a smiling villager holding up a piece of cardboard with a freshly excised clitoris and inner labia held to it with pins, like people used to do with butterflies. The guy seemed proud of himself. I was speechless…reducing me to that state ain’t easy.
I really wish I had waited until I finished my lunch before opening this thread. My half-eaten chicken salad has been tossed in the garbage.
Anyway, I might as well share. Due to my now heaving stomach I will postpone, possibly indefinitely some of the more gruesome tales I could share.
But here’s one that, hopefully, won’t make anyone chuck their lunch.
About 7 years ago I was accompanying my from out-of-town cousins and their 10 year old daughter to the annual Independence Day fireworks show downtown. We had parked the car and had to walk several blocks to the docks. My two cousins were walking ahead of the daughter and I. I spotted ahead, a homeless man, lying on a bench, on his back. He appeared to be doing something but I couldn’t yet tell what. Then my cousin’s wife turned around and looked at me and their daughter in horror. I glanced at the homeless fellow and noticed his dick was whipped out and he was masturbating furiously and moaning loudly. I jumped between my little cousin and the view of Sir Jerksalot and spouted off a riddle for her to figure out. (She’s very bright and loved riddles) She promptly answered the riddle and after we were “in the clear” we all fell silent. Then she leaned over to me, whispering in my ear, “Nice attempt at a save, I saw what he was doing. We should let my parents continue to thing I was spared that sight, ok?” :smack:
Oh and regarding the Harlequin babies. Absolutely horrible, yet so is this; One of my older cousins used to torment me with horror movies and images from fangoria magazine along with gruesome tales of murder and mayhem when I was just 5 or 6 years old. In a playful attempt at getting even with the man with the iron stomach I sent him pictures of those poor babies. Needless to say he waved the white flag. I had finally been able to make his stomach hurl in revulsion.
I just had to laugh, she was 10 going on 35.
Um, yeah, whatever,
this was supposed to come after the “smack” smiley.
This one I saw on one of the “Faces of Death” movies.
Yeah, I know. Anyway, I could stomach the suicides, executions, pretty much anything that happened to humans didn’t scar me or anything. It was the animal ones I really couldn’t/can’t handle. The worst was a cat slaughtering scene in Asia somwhere. Ok I’ll put this in a spoiler for fellow cat lover’s. You’ve been warned.
They grabbed the cat with a noose on the end of a stick (Don’t know what they’re called) and bashed it over the head with a club to kill it. But it didn’t quite die before they dipped it in hot oil and pulled the skin off all at once. The poor thing was gasping for breath, without any skin. Oh My God, I’m going to hurl or cry or both. Needless to say I stopped watching it at that piont. It pops into my head rather often and still makes me cry sometimes if I don’t push it out fast enough. I definetely didn’t need to see that.
To top that, I learned on this board that there are actually two Tubgirls.
One could be decribed as “fountain of filth,” the other is more like “stew.”
I personally thought that was funny. His legs didn’t catch on fire though, just his shoe. He may have had some slight burns, but nothing terribly damaging.
Two tubgirls??? Man, which one have I seen. Saw the Motorcycle photo on Rotten… and also someone mentioned the prolapsed rectum weightlifter… yeah, I dont do so many squats these days because of that…
Beheading videos.
I just had to look. It was a pandora’s box… Back when it started, with Nick Berg, the idea that you could watch a man get his head cut off on the internet was macarbe, twisted, and too much to ignore. Friends talked about it in hushed tones, warning of the horror… Of course, I couldnt take their word for it, I had to see it…
I dont think I saw Nick Berg, some other unfortunate soul, but I cant for the life of me think why I believed I was fit to watch such a thing. Whatever it was I expected… it was not what I saw. Trult Horrific. Never, ever going to watch one again. Before this, curiosity probably would have compelled me to google the russian soldier mentioned here… Not a prayer now.
Also, in Fallujah, american troops, or contract securitymen, burned to death, their bodies beaten, decapitated, mutilated, dragged throught streets and hung from a bridge, beaten like pinatas, all by an ecstatic, joyous mob, many of whom were children.
I’m NEVER leaving this country again.