Once i got kicked in my eye and it wouldn't close.... so i would go to sleep and my eye would stay open (creapy..)
But then the doctor said i need to eat gum! so i was sitting all day long chowing gums... till my gaw hurt :) hehe... :lol:...
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Once i got kicked in my eye and it wouldn't close.... so i would go to sleep and my eye would stay open (creapy..)
But then the doctor said i need to eat gum! so i was sitting all day long chowing gums... till my gaw hurt :) hehe... :lol:...
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Originally Posted by Pendragon
I was stabbed in the left arm in the tricep area.I have about a 3 inch scar,and I also carried a knife on me for a long time after that.I even took it to school ,where if caught,I would have been in serious trouble.I stopped carrying it around sophomore year.
one thing....... I played for my high school at a national football (soccer) tournament.
As a side note, carrying a knife is more likely to get you messed up than not carrying it,do you actually know how to use a knife in a fight? I'm guessing not,but people still think they can pull it and suddenly become a master at it, or that the other holder is gonna just walk. I have seen enough people hurt for stupid reasons because someone wants to prove that their "hard men" to their dumbass friends. Idiots walk around with weapons.....real men are able to walk away from a situation, no matter how their rep' might be affected. It's insanity to think that someone making fun of you is a reason to try to chib someone. I also understand that sometimes people have to fight (been there, done that, got the blood-stained T-shirt), however fight like a man. Nothing annoys me more than little punks running around, thinking they're the **** because they have a piece of sharpened metal down their sock.
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I was only 14 when I was stabbed,and afterwards I carried one out of paranoia being I was attacked routinely as a kid.I was only 11 being severly beating up by kids who were around 18 and 19.I stayed away from the streets and spent most time indoors,but I never felt the need to carry a weapon till I was stabbed.I felt like it was neccessary then.
another thing..... I used to box, it was an excellent way to stay in shape for rugby.
Learning to dance like Michael Jackson is a hobby of mine.
I laughed until I felt ill when I read that.
One thing: one day a friend came to me all upset because the club she worked at was having this fashion show and had no choreography to make it zing. She knew I taught dance at the time and so she asked me.I don't go to clubs and the thought was kind of wierd but I did the choreography and then had to find a bunch of dancers So I used the models and the guy bouncers. I got to love them dearly and we all became very close and one night the girls asked if I would go to the club with them to celebrate. I said sure but I don't drink and anyway.....I had my back to the stage and suddenly this raunchy music came on and a male stripper was on. I just looked the other way and then he was standing in front of me doing rather BAD choreography. He would't leave and kept smiling at me. So I said very seriously:does your mom know you do this?" People fell down laughing and he got embarrassed and quickly finished and I had a lovely rest of the evening. (he was a nice guy, really)
Your story reminds us how a person we know told us a story about another acquintance being asked to be a male stripper in some private party.
After a short argument the he ended it with: "Listen, lady, I am underage." The lady blushed and left quickly.
At the same time the person who told us the story had managed to get out of the shop, convulsing.
We wonder why we told this story.
Oh, Rachel, this made me laugh! :D I think if that ever happened to me I would just go in the bathroom and hide until it was over. I don't like the idea of strippers, especially male ones, for some reason. It just seems so strange; like someone can be attractive, but the second they start girating around on stage, it just turns into a horribly awkward farce, and is not attractive at all. I feel the same way about beauty pageants for children—it just seems so intuitively wrong. :confused: Maybe it's just me.Quote:
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no it is not just you. I think they are dreadful.But everyone of the dancers knew, I did not, that he was going to come on,I had never been to such a place. So they were all holding their breath waiting to see if I ran screaming out of the place. I felt like it, I wanted to faint, but I don't actually faint much. So I just took a deep breath and kept my eyes on his eyes and said that. I waited a respectable hour and then fled home.
I got teased for six months about that but oh well. blush blush blush blush!
HAhahahaha that is slightly entertaining. I didn;t know you taught dance ... my sister does too. I think that strippers are hilarious. I would have probably played along and just acted silly ... that is, until s/he actually began to strip down.
One thing: I qualifyed for the world's Irish Dance compatition by default.
what really, that is fabulous. I believe you can do anything who couldn't with a personality and a lovely face like you have dear Irish.
Aw thank yo so much rachel.
In my case with the compatition I was competing in the Canadian nationals and they seperate dancers by age, gender, and level. As a 17 year old (17 at the time) male there was only three people to compete against. One of those three pulled out at the last minute because of injury and it just so happens that the top three of any group go on to the worlds. I got last place, but I qualified. I didn't go though ... partially becase of lack of funds but moreso because i'm simply not read (Yet?).
One thing ... um ... can that tidbit of info be my one thing?
I once found a ruby necklace in the insides of a washing machine . . . .
As GOD is my WITNESS, when I was a little boy, I was in a lake trailing behind older cousins that were swimming way out into places out of my league. At some point I must have passed out and gone under the water. I suddenly found myself feeling like I had just awakened from a long sleep. I also suddenly realized I was walking about under water, too low to reach up and stick my hand above the surface. I could see light above me that was making an effect upon the outer face of the water above me. I walked in the direction that I hoped would lead out of the deep water - and, as I saw my face was coming nearer to the increasing light above me, I marvelled that I had not been holding my breath, but had breathed the same while under the water as I continued to do as my face rose above the surface of the water, without having to cough anything out of my respiratory system. I walked out and met up again with my grandmother just as my mother arrived and asked why no one seemed to have kept an eye on me.
Pretty interesting game!
Well for me, (just copying Miss Darcy alittle- there's not plagarism in that is there? ;)) My grand uncles (my paternal grandfather's cousins) represented Singapore in Football. I never knew this till lately.
The town I grew up in is the final resting place of noted author Sherwood Anderson. There are pictures of him taken on the main street of the town on the walls of the library.
Hey, that is exciting! :) I love his Winesburg, Ohio (the only Anderson book I have read, unfortunately). Is there a museum or anything like that dedicated to him in your town, Pen?Quote:
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hi i am new but i will tell you some thing about me, i am two months immature and i have a twin, when i was 2 weeks old i dehydrated and had no water in me. i froze for a couple of days, the doctors told my parents that i will not live for more than 4 years and now i am 16, something else, ever since i was 6 or 7 till now i have fallin on my spinal cord, neck and the bone at the end of the spinal cord more than 5 times and recently my friend pulled the chair from under me before i sat down and until now i have pians.
Are we allowed to state more than "one thing"? :D
Signed,
Chatterbox. :lol:
Sadly, no. They even tore down Roselawn, an historic house that had something to do with him to make way for the new firestation! But each year the is a Sherwood Anderson Short Story Contest in his honor, and Ripshin, his writing cabin is well mantained and only about a half-hour's drive across two mountain's, about three miles from where my father-in-law owns land. I've been there several times. They filmed a movie in town and redid a section of an alley just off main street for the set. The town father's liked the decor, and now all of main street's sidewalks are redone to match, and many buildings have been or are in process of being restored. But for the change in Automobiles, it is beginning to look the same as the pictices on the library wall... ;)Quote:
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, just because its former inhabitants had once that flicker of thought to post another "one thing".Quote:
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Confession: I own 9 stuffed toys, which is 8 too many for someone over 20, and 9 too many for a guy.
One can never have too many stuffed toys! :D ~~Quote:
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Sounds like 9 things to me, cowboy!Quote:
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I can speak Rubber Duckese quite fluently!
I am, apparently, The Little Man Who Wan't There.........
I'm a closet singer ... who can't sing-- hence the closet.
Green is my favourite colour.
:D
Another confession: I'm a little paranoid. Every time I hear rumbling sounds outside on the corridor at a late hour, I can't help thinking to myself "please, don't be trying to kill your wife again." You can probably guess what happened. There was straggling, shouting, running, and lots of policemen involved :cold:. Luckily no one was seriously hurt. Oh, and it was right in the middle of the last SuperBowl match (yep, I watch the SuperBowl alone at home :( ). Other than that, this' a nice place. :D
Ok, 1 recent thing. When I first read the "Compliment the person above you" thread, I had no idea what "the PAM" was... well, it took me a while. For about 3 minutes, I thought that PAM was the username of someone really popular. :blush: Maybe I should change mine to "the PAM" hehe :)
Me too, Night. Ever snce I was a little boy. All the other guys liked blue, and I guess the girls liked pink or red. I don't know why I picked it, but it has stuck with me throughout my life.Quote:
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Me tooo but its lightly worse for a girl I mean green is a boys color with black and brown.:D
You think green is a boys color? My friends would question my masculinity, to put it nicely. OK, they called me gay. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
What'd you do? Hit 'em with your purse?
:lol: Hey, we have a new thread for insults.Quote:
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How is green a girls color? I mean green lunchboxes boys...green thermos boys (talking 5 and 6 yearolds here) green trousers boys. green room...Boy you see?
In facty there was this hair saloon barber whateverplace that asked you your favourite colour then cut your hair if you said green you gt a boys cut (ie very short)
OK, ok. You're right. My friends still called me gay, though.Quote:
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You know that is somthing that annoys me.. the butchering of that word...gay meant happy... then it meant gay now it means naff
Green ME!!Quote:
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