I heard this the other night and couldn't stop laughing. So, if anyone has any amusingly horrific stories based around heroin addicts, here's the place to post them.
― Ian SPACK (Ian SPACK), Monday, 18 November 2002 00:29 (twenty-three years ago)
― Nate Patrin (Nate Patrin), Monday, 18 November 2002 00:46 (twenty-three years ago)
― boxcubed (boxcubed), Monday, 18 November 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ian SPACK (Ian SPACK), Monday, 18 November 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ian SPACK (Ian SPACK), Monday, 18 November 2002 01:02 (twenty-three years ago)
― jm, Monday, 18 November 2002 04:05 (twenty-three years ago)
― Alex in SF (Alex in SF), Monday, 18 November 2002 04:30 (twenty-three years ago)
― Nate Patrin (Nate Patrin), Monday, 18 November 2002 05:08 (twenty-three years ago)
― dz, Monday, 18 November 2002 07:01 (twenty-three years ago)
this is the bit i'm worried about! was the bit of nose still in his mouth??
― minna (minna), Monday, 18 November 2002 07:31 (twenty-three years ago)
― Andrew L (Andrew L), Monday, 18 November 2002 19:10 (twenty-three years ago)
at the end of the night I was stuck with taking Dave home. So, I'm walking him home, la de da, and then he's wandered out into traffic (I'm hallucinating orange lawn ornaments everywhere to put this into context). I yank Dave off the road - and he fall onto the edge of the concrete edge of the sidewalk, well, his head did.
he passes out and i briefly consider rolling him done the side of the hill near the train station and keep on walking. but he wakes up.
i'm trying to control the bleeding with my visa bill. finally he can get up, so we continue walking, la de da, him holding my visa bill up to his head when lo and behold we run into a crack addict.
he asked me for a cigarette, which I gave to him. he then takes out a gun and eyes wild starts going on about taking out some bitches. i start picturing me being shot in my white t-shirt. i finally talk him out of murdering a party full of bitches. i continue my walk home.
the second story nvolves skinheads on ACID. i was invited to a party, a supposed chill out party, instead, i am sitting on the floor of an empty house in the country, smoking hash, when i reach inside of a hollowed out mattress and pull out one of many guns. the skinhead comes in and starts yelling, pulls the gun away from me, points it at me, cocks it and says 'do you want to die'. i deadpan - 'sure, it's something i've not done yet'. he starts to shoot out walls in the house going 'HE'S FUCKING CRAZY HE'S FUCKING CRAZY'.
― doom-e, Monday, 18 November 2002 19:21 (twenty-three years ago)
that has got to be the best comeback I've ever heard
― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Monday, 18 November 2002 21:57 (twenty-three years ago)
There's a legend from the DC courts that a defense attorney, while questioning a witness, got the witness to admit that he had not actually seen the defendant bite off the plaintiff's nose. And if he had just left it at that...
"Then how can you say that my client bit off [plaintiff's] nose?"
"Because I saw him spit it out."
― j.lu (j.lu), Monday, 18 November 2002 22:09 (twenty-three years ago)
― fields of salmon (fieldsofsalmon), Monday, 18 November 2002 22:15 (twenty-three years ago)
Also, a new Benny tale: Benny used to own two ferrets. Six months ago Benny was washing clothes in his bath and one of the ferrets jumped in and drowned. So Benny stuck it in the freezer. And it's still there now. Frozen solid.
― Ian SPACK (Ian SPACK), Tuesday, 19 November 2002 16:45 (twenty-three years ago)
Alcohol junkie dude sitting in the bus stop trying to get the cap off a huge bottle of listerine
― calstars, Saturday, 15 July 2017 21:10 (eight years ago)
KAMming into this thread btw
― calstars, Saturday, 15 July 2017 21:12 (eight years ago)