Back in 3rd grade, the teacher had us move our desks together with the person next to us for some reason or other. Kid next to me, named Leo, pulls out a little folded up paper accordian. I remember asking him what the deal with the paper accordian was - I have regretted it ever since. Turns out, he was picking his nose and putting the boogers inside the folds of the paper. At some unspecified future date, he would take them out and eat them. That memory has stuck with me for almost 20 years. I don’t think I’ll ever forget Leo…
I’ve just spoken to a mate about this. When he was at school one of his schoolmates was able to pop his eyes out of the sockets and leave them dangling down his cheeks! :eek:
The Scots - never trust a race whose national dress includes a concealed knife.
Note to self: Be very wary around people named Leo.
This thread is making me sick, talk about gross stuff.
Nice going aha, you done made the whole MP very nausiated.
I applaude you!!!
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My daughter,at age 4,made the neighbor girl,age 6, power vomit! My lovely,petite daughter picked up a piece of chewed gum from the gutter,peeled off a cigarette butt,knocked off MOST of the dirt and commenced chewing!
I didn’t witness the incident,but I saw the neighbor girl run by,hand clamped over her mouth.I didn’t find out what my daughter had done until later.
Rich “G7SUBS”
In the fourth grade the boys in my class would rub their arms and the backs of their hands with erasers to make it raw and hurt. As if that weren’t twisted enough, they’d then apply salt.
When I was a kid, my brother, a neighbour kid and I were playing in the back yard. The neighbour kid decided that for our game we needed a “magic potion”. so we took a bucket, added some water with the hose, threw in some dirt, leaves, etc… Then the neighbour says “we need a ‘secret ingredient’”, runs to the house and comes back in a few minutes with a turd nicely wrapped in paper. He dropped it in the bucket, stirred vigorously and then pulled out a paper cup and said we should each have a sip of our magic potion. We both said “you first”, and after he drank half a cup, we told him he was crazy and got into a big fight because he called us cheaters.
in grade eight this girl in my class accidently leaked some of her river of womanliness on her seat… very shortly after a guy in our class was licking it up.
also, a friend of a friend of mine was dared to eat a piece of dog crap for a buck a chew… apparently he was quite surprised to vomit after only five.
“Organs gross me out. That’s organs, not orgasms.”
-the wallster
Well christ! Hasn’t anyone ever taken a piece of grass and wiggled it in a grasshopper’s leg joint until the grasshopper’s leg fell off?
Anyone here ever smoked a grapevine? Sheess
And I am not even going to bring up small animals…
Hi, aha, how the hell are ya? Glad to have you here.
Ed Zotti
As a child, I was fascinated by firecrackers, probably because I was forbidden to play with them.
Indeed, once a two-incher went off in my hand, and my step-mother was astonishingly unsympathetic when she inspected my seared and lacerated palm. Her soothing words, as I recall them, were “Served you right!” Yeesh! But maybe there was a deeper message – this was a woman who’d been in France during WW-II. So I don’t imagine she was too keen on things that go boom.
Most of what we kids did with firecrackers was fairly benign. We’d build sand castles and blow them up. But there are always some kids who are working on getting themselves into the “Psycho Hall of Fame”.
The grossest thing I ever saw a kid do was … I can hardly bring myself to type this … stick a large firecracker into the mouth of a frog. I don’t remember what happened next; I’ve utterly blanked it out. Maybe I went away because I didn’t want to see the denouement.
What mystifies me is why I didn’t try to stop him. I guess I didn’t want to seem like a wimp. (For any women reading this, if you don’t get what I’m talking about, then you never will understand. But I’m sure all the guys out there know precisely what I mean.)
I did redeem myself slightly a few years later. Some kids were in the forest shooting at birds with a pellet gun (an air-powered gadget with rather limited lethality). I was helpless to stop them (hey, they could put an eye out with that thing), but they hit a sparrow and knocked its beak clean off. The poor little thing tumbled to the ground. I still carry the image of its heaving breast. They hadn’t killed it, you see; they’re merely maimed it terribly.
The two lads stood over the bird, watching the spectacle. They seemed fascinated. I couldn’t take it any more. “Put it out of its misery!” I screamed (or words to that effect – I was only 13, and probably not quite that eloquent). Finally, my rantings convinced them to fire directly at its head. Incredibly, the first shot missed. I was beside myself. I continued to jump up and down, and finally they managed to dispatch the animal.
Sometimes I wonder where those frog-blasting and gun-toting miscreants are now. Forgive me, but when I think of them, I hope that they’ve moved out of my city.
They say that kids “push the boundaries” in some kind of effort to define their identities. There are, however, some “identities” that would probably be better left undefined.
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Hey labradorian, you * sure * that kid’s name * wasn’t * Leonard??
When I was ten years old, and a tomboy through and through, I collected frogs, toads, and lizards. I kept them in a shoe box in my dresser drawer (well, till my Mom found 'em, then it was bye bye collection!)
Anyhoo, I had a friend named, Lavonne, and she was mad at me, because I said jumping rope was ‘sissy stuff’ she crossed her arms and sat down real hard on the step where I was playing and smushed ‘Buster’ the toad on her rear end!! Poor Buster, never knew what hit him!
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I had a friend who ate tobasco sauce and ice cream…
Of course I had nothing to do with it.
i used to kiss earthworms and lick windows and cement and things, but never anything as gruesome as the things mentioned here.
“Organs gross me out. That’s organs, not orgasms.”
-the wallster
Anti Pro, I loved your story. I keep getting an image of her reaction to finding a squashed froggy on her boboheiney.
I don’t have any good gross stories, just a few firecracker-and-garden-slug stories that aren’t very interesting. A funny story I have is that, apparently (can’t remember this far back) when I was a young’n - musta been two or three - I would fall asleep in my high chair. My sister - five or six - thought it would be funny to serve me up a nice open-faced peanutbutter sandwich just as she saw me starting to nod. Of course, the comfy position for me to sleep in at the time was head down on the built-in tray. I apparently slept peacefully for some time, half my face covered in peanut butter and Mrs. Baird’s bread. My sister must have danced around and giggled.