Get a snail and put it in a jar filled with hydrogen peroxide (watch him go).
Get a cat and put tape on the bottom of each of his paws.
(watch him go)
Get a dog and put him in a room filled with mirrors.
(watch him go)
Get a spider and drop him on another spider's web.
(watch him go)
I know i'm fucked up but it's a sick world and i'm a happy guy.





Torturing the edit
[This message was edited Mon Jan 6 23:19:01 PST 2003 by 4LOVE]

For snails all your really need to do is turn them on their shell and pour salt on them. That'll do it.


Hey Natsume, does that sound like fun?

PETA will be out to get our asses.

Supernova said:

This thread is making me squirm... cats/snails/doggies/spiders (okay, wait, not spiders!)
[This message was edited Mon Jan 6 23:21:34 PST 2003 by AnotherLover2]

Supernova said:

Excuse me, Battier and I stuck to creatures that had numerous legs that could be slowly pulled off.

Natsume said:

I knew you would run to this thread.Like honey to a bee :LOL:

Natsume said:

Question Nat,Do you take all of the legs off or do you leave them a few to hobble around on?

Natsume said:

So you have F..E..E..E..E..LINGS. Great.

4LOVE said:

You know me too well



It depended which kind of bug/insect/arachnid it was. Usually spiders I would leave them a few legs. However I showed no mercy to butterflies.

Supernova

Natsume said:

I don't like the word "arachnid"...

Natsume said:

Did you get the wings too :O

4LOVE said:

Yes... then I would put their bodies in anthills.



Wow I was a terrible little kid!

Ok, I admit: I fucked up some worms in my childhood. I wanted to see if their tails would grow back, as I'd heard they would.

Natsume said:

YESSS!! My type of girl

4LOVE said:

Actually, I was the kind of kid who would pet the neighbor's dog til it bit her, go to the doctor to get the bite looked at, then when I got home I'd be back at the neighbor's house trying to make up with the dog and be friends again...

AnotherLover2 said:

Did they grow back??

Natsume, you ever chop off a snakes head, pour gasoline over it, and set it on fire? Hmmm? Or did you just do a bunch of touchy, feely, kid stuff? Hmmm?

4LOVE said:

I wasn't patient enough to stick around and find out! Hopefully they did a Jerry Lewis-type Telethon to help theyselves out of they situation!

AnotherLover2 said:

Animals ran from me back then.I've mellowed out alot now.

Supernova said:

Supernove you sick...

4LOVE said:

Now it's just the women who run, right?

4LOVE said:

Mellowed out since when? Your first post in this thread???

AnotherLover2 said:

Well yeah kinda



Chasing the edit
[This message was edited Mon Jan 6 23:46:51 PST 2003 by 4LOVE]

Supernova said:

That was stuff i did back then.The sad thing is i did all of those things.

Supernova said:

4LOVE is right, YOU ARE SICK SUPERNOVA!

Natsume said:

One summer a bee stung me on the sole of my foot. First time I ever got stung by a bee. Just a little sting so I carried on. I had no idea I was allergic... within a few minutes the sting swole as big as a golf ball and I collapsed in the field.

For at least one good week of my summer break I spent it laid up in bed. So I plotted my revenge.

Around that same time I was having pyrrhomaniacal tendencies... had discovered matches and thought fire was SOOO cool (I had long grown tired of bustin caps with rocks cuz we couldn't afford the cap guns, only the little rolls of "caps" which we threw rocks on ghetto style).

Anyway, by the time I recovered and got out, I vowed revenge on every bee I could find. So I would stomp on the bee, enough to disable it. And while it was still alive I would place it on a pre-cut 2 square inch piece of brown paper and then set the paper on fire.

I got so that I developed a godcomplex about holding life in my hands like that... I imagined the insects of the world looking up at me the way I looked up at God, having to submit to forces greater than ourselves... and this extended into ants--the most social of insects. When we would go to barbeques, I would find a nice long dry twig and stick it in the coals of the bbq grill. When the tip of the stick was red hot (so that when you blew on it you'd see it light up) I'd go around and touch ants.

Other than that, I was a normal child.

NuPwr remeinded my of my first ill incounter with the BEES.
we use to chase them, i was like in kindergarden,
so the field was moist, it's early in the morning,
a beautiful brite sping morn...
i catch a bee under my foot and think "I KILLED IT"
now is the time for a burial...
i make a hole in the ground with my finger
and then stick the bee in the whole, it's a BUMBLE BEE
so it didn't quite fit so i push it in with my finger.
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A LITTLE STING!!!
i thought for sure there was a lit cigarett in that hole.
yeah,yeah, yeah...
i know i was a terror to the insect world, but there were
so many of them and only one lil me, MY PAIN is whut I REMEMBER!!!