I am gonna start this… and I can feel… I am gonna be the only one who posts here sigh
Hi. My name is dodgy… and I have a problem… I am yuckie…
Why?
well… I was just recently complaining abut guys who always leave condom wrappers (or worse… not onyl the wrappers…) liing around for ages… so why always bitch about somebody elses bad habits?
Well… some btichig is allowed too
But I ll start with myself anyways… nothing for the faint stomach…
that time of the month… and that sanitary pad
I get up at 6 AM (fuck school!!!) - go to the toilet - wrap the used pad into toilet paper… and… ought to throw it into the trashbin… but… uhm… there is none near… so I sometimes just leave the “bloody” warpped things liing around for half the day… till I come home.
Grossed out? Not enough to make you sick?
Okay…
here we go… my boyfriend s best friend:evil couch desaster
So he and his girlfriend had sex at a friend’s place… on the couch… where to put the used condom?
They had no idea (I blame it on drugs) so the guy put it under the couch… left it for the lucky finder…
any other stories?
wash your hands before you leave this thread…
dodgy
What about people who flush the toilet, then don’t wash their hands? Or even worse, don’t flush the toilet, then don’t wash their hands either? It’s almost as bad as people who crouch above the toilet seat and pee all over the seat and the floor instead of in the toilet.
Spoofe? Homer? Oldscratch? C’mon guys, let’s trash this thread.
OK, so, just about 60 seconds ago, I noticed a cut on my middle finger that I swear wasn’t there 5 minutes ago. I have no idea how I got it, it’s just there. The blood pooled up into a tiny ball that dangled on the outside of the cut as it tried to clot. Then I washed it away and it started bleeding again. Strange how cuts never hurt until you actually notice them.
OK, yucky story…
We’re taking a road trip from Wisconsin to Michigan. Large bus, lots of people, lots of beer. About four hours into the ride, a group of us are all in the back of the bus playing a drinking game. A few people are lined up between us as they wait to get to the bathroom. All of the sudden, we hear this “pleaaaahh.” One of the people waiting on for the bathroom, who had been normal just moments before, spewed forth this short burst of projectile vomit ala exorcist. It hit one guy square in the chest. Part of the “shrapnel” hit my pant leg and shoe. Wow did shit hit the fan after that happened. I’m surprised a fight didn’t break out.
All I ask is that you flush. You can leave your sanitary napkins and condoms wherever you want. Just as long as I don’t see your little acorns floating in the can when I have to go. My ex-wife had a serious problem with not flushing the toilet. G-d, that’s disgusting.
OK, you want gross, you got it! (And let me just preface this by saying that I in no way intend to insult anyone who is or loves someone who is developmentally delayed, I really enjoyed working with them.) I used to work with developmentally delayed teenagers and one of my nifty little responsibilities was to help the pubescent lasses change their sanitary napkins. Did I mention that these kids were also in a behavioral program? It was a race between me and whichever girl I was helping to see who could grab the not-so-sanitary napkin first. Sometimes they won, which then began the most disgusting game of tug o’ war you’ve ever seen. Luckily we had gloves, but still . . .
(I’m new here, was that too gross? Did I cross any sort of line there?)
Phew! I was worried there. I’m good to have at coctail parties, you’ll save money on snacks because I’ve got a million gross stories and by the time I’m done, no one will want to touch those coctail weenies! (if I knew how to make a shocked-looking smiley, I would put it here.)
Oops, I really didn’t mean to post this. I thought better of it and changed it. Sorry about that, could a moderator remove it, it sounds too perverted! Thanks!
I don’t think I can top *DeskMonkey’s tale of diapering a 17-year old.
And Dodgy, I hope you don’t have a dog in your house, because they’ll find your bloody rags and drag them off someplace. I speak from experience. (my dogs, ex’s rags)
Let’s see…I watched someone take a bread knife and carve both their wrists to the bone right in front of me. On my 17th birthday. The gross part was that his blood spewed all over me, the walls, and yes, the ceiling, too.
One day there was a crowd on the street under the elevated train tracks in Queens, near my old house. Someone had gotten hit by the “J” train. In the street was a shoe, with a foot still in it.
I’ll have to think of all the other gross stuff I’ve come across in my life. There’s plenty.
Yeow!! What happened?! Was that for your benefit or was this person really trying to do him/herself in? Did it work? I hope your cake didn’t get all bloody.
OK you win. Actually your story will be a big help to me. I’ve been meaning to start a diet after the holidays. The story you just told guarantees that I won’t be eating for the next day or so.
