Wihtout a shadow of a doubt it has to be when Hammer used a picture of himself in his avatar.![]()
Wihtout a shadow of a doubt it has to be when Hammer used a picture of himself in his avatar.![]()
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Oh, and in Manchester Picadilly they have what I can only assume are open urinals in the street. I didn't look too closely because it just seemed a bit wrong, but I'm sure there were grown men pissing into them. If anyone from the Manchester area can enlighten me on this I would be very grateful as it just seemed a bit weird. Maybe my mind was playing tricks, but as it is am sure there are open toilets in the middle of the Manchester city centre.
I was walking through Manchester at about 2 in the afternoon. It might be more a reflection on the Mancunian state of mind than anything else. There are more primitive people there than anywhere else in the UK IMO. Loads of people with the posture of gorillas and the need to piss in front of everyone. I didn't see it anywhere else.
When I was 11-12 my dad was driving me to football training one night and we saw a bloke who had just done a runner from the looney bin charging down the road in his white dressing gown covered in blood carrying a meat clever.
My Dad at the chapel of rest. His face had shrunken in and he looked just like Monkey from Monkey Magic, I could see my mum wanted to laugh when I let that out but she held it in.
A cat dead in the road, hit by a car. Ive seen all variety of animal dead at the roadside but a cat? That shit doesnt happen to cats. Freaked me out no end.
When God said to the both of us "Which one of you wants to be Sugar Ray?" I guess I didnt raise my hand fast enough
Charley Burley
I've witnessed a hostage stand-off gone bad at train station.
Have half a mind to make this a ten page thread right out of the box but a quick one was my raging ex girlfriend jumping out of her Chevette at 2 am one morning after seeing me stumbeling down the street with some buddies....we we're tripping balls ala acid and she opens the door, yells my name and starts running full steam at me. Everything was all distorted and she looked like a cartoon, features exagerated as often happened while peaking on a trip....we just broke out in uncontrolled laughter pointing and falling over, tees rolling down my cheeks and hearing this high pitched wailing scream she had. She was flailing and swinging a ( later found out) butter spreading knife she had....I couldn't make out what she was saying because it all sounded French but she was filled with anger. Nothing is as it seems in that state and the smallest thing is funny to say the least... I start to look at her and mock imitate her actions and waving hands all the while laughing to the point of drooling almost, my buds were by now sprawled out in the grass medium in hysteria, one had actually opened her passenger door and was having a field day with the dashboard pulling off the knobs. It all as quickly ends,she hits me and yells one last then speeds away nearly dragging dude along as he falls out, door open rounding the corner and we just stand there looking stupid and not knowing or caring what had happened . My shirt was hanging in two parts and falling out of my leather... it was torn in half, zippers torn off jacket and huge welted and burning marks were on my stomach... nothing penetrated but marked up none the less ugly the next morning. She had apparently tried to stab me with a blunted butter knife repeatedly, maybe only urged on the more I laughed at her but I honestly never noticed at the time?!?! Chick wasn't right on the head!!!!!
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