Quote Originally Posted by Fenster View Post
Quote Originally Posted by brocktonblockbust View Post
When I was a kid my friend got hit by a satellite that came hurtling out of the stratosphere while we were playing stickball. The satellite was so radioactive that it's simply cooked him right there while he was on the pitcher's mound. I didn't even get a chance to swing the bat.

My story was true, his name was Danny.

(P.S - only sickos think stories about little boys being run over are funny)
Same here fenny, had a young friend die when I was 7 or 8. He had a terminal illness but at that I didn’t really grasp what it meant. That was very strange. Ten years later my best mate got killed in a car crash, that one really hit me, at 17 or 18 who is thinking about death