Hey, it's not like I got blown up! Almost, but never quite.I have some worse ones, which don't compare to anything like Levian's or War Angel's, but...yeah.
... is it weird that I think this is worse, 'cause you're a dude?Being molested repeatedly by my dad.
Wouldn't that make them competent IRA guys? Anyway, sorry to hear that. Terrorism kinda sucks. The Irish should probably stick to alcohol and depressive literature.Family members being killed by incompetent IRA men.
Real men don't stop wiping until it bleeds. Then we wipe some more, to show that $hit who's boss.When my anus itches and won't stop no matter how much I scratch it until it becomes raw and painful for like three days due to me trying to make it stop.
When fighting monsters, be wary not to become one yourself... when gazing into the abyss, bear in mind that the abyss also gazes into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche
The rightful owner of this Ciddie can kiss my arse! :P
Hahaha War Angel, you crazy
On the IRA front, they were incompetent because they buggered up the fuse. Suicide bombing wasn't IRA MO and they did tend to shout or call in warnings before a bombing so it's not unreasonable to think that had they not smurfed it up, those people would still be alive.
If anyone's curious, my family members were Michael Morrison, and Evelyn and Michelle Baird. And it's only because Lauren was sick that day that there wasn't a few-week-old baby among the dead as well.
Of course, the UDA and UVF pricks immediately responded by going out and killing twice as many innocent Catholics, because that's a sensible way to overcome your differences
Way to make fun of my PTSD, man. Not cool.Hahaha War Angel, you crazy
(Actually, it is cool. What's the point of having something awful in your life\history, if you can't laugh 'bout it? Next up, the Lolocaust!)
Well, at least one British thing stuck up with them, even if they did butcher the language - the good ol' English etiquette! Running a bit late on your latest act of terrorism? Not quite ready to see guts flying about? Give us a shout, why don't you.Suicide bombing wasn't IRA MO and they did tend to shout or call in warnings before a bombing
Just recalled another unpleasant occurrence when I was a young teen, 14 or so; a man killed his family (stabbed his wife and children and torched the flat), a family which I happened to be related to, knew the mother and children (sweet and quiet, they were, attended my Bar Mitzvah). Another startling thing, is that they happened to live very close to my dad, so I got to see the scorched place.
I don't particularly recall that as very traumatic, as I think I've pretty much lost my ability to sustain mental except in extreme cases, but that incident did strike me as a bit... unpleasant.
When fighting monsters, be wary not to become one yourself... when gazing into the abyss, bear in mind that the abyss also gazes into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche
The rightful owner of this Ciddie can kiss my arse! :P
Is.. is that her in the outfit...?
That... that is horrible. That is the most horrifying experience I have ever encountered.
Yeah, she only wears it for her shows now though.
ooo good thread;
1. Every time I see War Angel Post something.
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They did, went off premature, killing one IRA man. It was not a random building they targeted you know. There was a Loyalist Meeting going on upstairs an hour earlier. They buggered the time up too.
I'll butcher your ballbag you tuskan raider.
ooo good thread;
1. Every time I see War Angel Post something.
end.
Here's a puppy to make you re-think what you've just said!
It's a pirate, apparently.
You assume I have a ballbag. O_OI'll butcher your ballbag you tuskan raider.
When fighting monsters, be wary not to become one yourself... when gazing into the abyss, bear in mind that the abyss also gazes into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche
The rightful owner of this Ciddie can kiss my arse! :P
i was an ra at a dorm for a co-ed floor. i have seen things that cannot be unseen.
one particularly fun night, someone wakes me up at like 2 am and tells me there's a drunk kid on the bathroom floor coated in puke and diarrhea. guess who had to deal with that?
there was also the bum who managed to get into the building, then onto our floor, and left a steaming pile of in the hallway before opening some poor girl's door (she left it unlocked, hopefully she learned her lesson) and falling asleep on her floor.
leather transcends gender
Why would you even contemplate my genitalia?Yes.
... are you coming on to me?
When fighting monsters, be wary not to become one yourself... when gazing into the abyss, bear in mind that the abyss also gazes into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche
The rightful owner of this Ciddie can kiss my arse! :P