lollyp0p said:

No wonder I like you!



for the hard life.

(I'm a Nightmare On Elm Street addict.)

subhuman09 said:

no hardness involved just occasionally painful

when I was little....

I was recorded singing, "there's a little white duck shitting in the water, a little white duck doing what he oughtta..."

I wore a t-shirt with the Farrah Fawcett poster iron-on (yeah, THAT Farrah poster), tied a Farrah beach towel around my neck like a cape, with a Farrah poster button, and paraded around the neighborhood as a "Farrah fan."

I made a Wonder Woman tiara and bulletproof bracelets out of construction paper and ran around my backyard as Diana Prince/Wonder Woman. I had the glasses removing-twirl down pat!

lollyp0p said:

*coughs loudly*



Sleep is bad edit.
[Edited 9/5/04 2:58am]

subhuman09 said:

Why did i put that only just realised how it can be misinterperated

lollyp0p said:

I've got lots of stories, but not all when I was a kid though-should I put them?

I still am a child at heart.



Glee.

I used to ride the air bed to slide in the stairs

subhuman09 said:

PUT THEM PUT THEM


Nothing about when you investigated the hoover though, :


come and share with the group

lollyp0p said:

HI! MY NAME IS subhuman09 AND I'M AN ORGAHOLIC!

Oh.

The hoover came on to me though.



I shall share now. You've been warned.

subhuman09 said:

Your hoover is such a floozy it comes onto everyone withing sucking distance

I'm breaking the rules here a little bit (just a little?) and telling some not so little stories.

When I was a freshman in high school I hadn't got my first car yet (wasn't old enough) and had to ride the bus home.

Well one day I'm at the back of the bus (not a short bus you bastards!) and I'm horsing around with a friend of mine at the time pushing each other. We were young and stupid.

I should note that this guy was a little guy (no more than 5 feet tall and I was already 6 feet then (I'm 6'2 now) so I had a height advantage.

Well I guess I pushed him too hard cause he fell against the back of the bus and wasn't too happy at all. He had a CD case in his hand so on instinct he whipped it around and hit me in the forehead.

At first I was just glaring at him, laughing at the fact he took a swing. When I sat down though, I noticed something else. Blood started gushing from my head down my face, people around me freaking out screaming. Me, being the usual kinda guy I am, made a joke about ketchup.

So there I am, gushing blood from my forehead and having my typical response of "Huh? That's gonna leave a mess." when everyone around me continues to go insane, and my friend who by now has turned 90 various shades of white and soon to be green is just staring at me, waiting for me to take a swing/kill/throw his little ass out the window.

I was now at this time bleeding on the floor of the bus, the seats, tempted to go up to people and hug them so I can bleed on them (I have a really sick sense of humor if you haven't noticed). By the way, we hadn't quite left the school parking lot. All this happened before the driver had left to make his rounds.

So I'm rushed inside, administrators with eyes wide freaking out saying things like "Is he ok? What are the legal issues on this?" obviously thinking I'm going to sue. They help with towels getting up the blood (I still haven't stopped cracking jokes at this point-which makes them think I'm going into shock.) They continue to freak out, while I call my dad, so I can go to the doctor's to get some stitches.

We go to the doctor, where I proceed to get stitches, joking while someone's sewing my head up, and leave to go home and call my girlfriend at the time who then swears I'm insane for laughing about the fact that 30 minutes ago I was the blood spewing version of Niagra Falls.

For the rest of high school, my friends would warn me to watch out for flying CDs, and to duck when entering a CD store. As for the friend on the bus, he never really seemed comfortable around me after that. Not sure why, not like he made me bleed or anything-oh yeah.

(I have over 600 CDs btw.)

subhuman09 said:

And i thought my friends and I could be violent,

lollyp0p said:

I blame the evening news.

(...and church.)

subhuman09 said:

I also blame John Tesh, Yanni, and David Hasselhoff.

i taped wings to a bubble car to make it in to a plane then tried to fly it by launching it from the top of the stairs

When I was little my parents brought me to a party, I crawled in under a bed to get some undisturbed sleep, and they forgot I was there and went home without me

When I was little I also hit people a LOT, I hit the boy I loved at the time with a jumping rope so hard his mom called my mom about the lashes I also bit him and he still has a scar on his right hand from that (the same boy is my best friend now though )

I was a tomboy and I STILL have the scars from getting a piece of glass stuck in my foot, from falling down from a concrete wall and assorted other injuries.

I also made a teacher cry by calling her names, at the wonderful age of 8

When I was little I used to tease my big brother and then yell my mom that he had made me cry

When I was little (around 5) I used to climb on the top of a church which is excavated in rock. This church has cross made of metal so that you can see through it, and we (me and my girlfirend) used to spy people through that cross. Many tourists must have seen us .