"That's Fucked Up!"

[sneakerheadshady]

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[sneakerheadshady]

Ooh, Burn, by Melinda
Back when I was in high school, I had a bit of a run-in with a wide-barrel curling iron while I was preparing to cheer at a basketball game. I was in my parents' bathroom (the only bathroom that locked) wearing only a bra and skirt while curling my hair and I was very proud of the results I was getting until the iron got stuck in my hair. I gave the handle a jerk and the iron fell, without making a sound. Why didn't it make a sound? Because it had lodged itself in my cleavage, that's why. When I looked down to get a better view, my chin pressed down on the handle of the iron, wedging the scalding hot iron down even further.
My breasts are on the large size; in other words, there isn't a whole lot of space between them. So after a few seconds of panic, I was already starting to feel the excruciating pain as my skin sizzled. Once I regained my senses, I ripped the cord out of the socket and braced myself for the removal. Had I thought clearly, I might have considered lifting the girls apart before pulling out the iron, but after thirty minutes of heavy hairspray usage, I wasn't thinking very clearly (that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it). I wrapped both hands around the handle, closed my eyes and pulled it out as fast as I could. It should be noted that pulling a curling iron out of one's own cleavage is not like ripping off a band-aid. It is a bad, bad idea.
My parents, who had been watching a movie in the family room came running into the bathroom after having heard the the following scream coming from their bathroom: "OH FUCK MY BOOBS!"
Naturally, they were relieved yet concerned to see me kneeling on the floor, clutching a curling iron covered in skin. My mom, in true brush-it-off fashion gave me some burn cream, some band-aids and told me to tough it out.
Plastered in band-aids, throbbing in pain, and thoroughly medicated with pills from my recent oral surgery, I went to the game. Everything was fine until we got to the fight song, which required that we mock-run in place and bounce up and down. Anyone who has ever seen or been a woman knows knows exactly what happened. Thing 1 and Thing 2 bounced together violently until I felt ooze running down my stomach. My mom, from up in the bleachers, waved to get my attention and pointedly looked at my chest where a big, grayish wet mark was beginning to grow. The band-aids had filled with pus and goop since I had first placed them on and the running in place had caused the band-aids to come undone, and all the gunk that had been weeping from the wounds for the prior two hours had gushed out when the dam broke. I was mortified, but more importantly, I was in so much pain that I had to excuse myself to the bathroom and rip off the band-aids. The second lesson I learned? The only thing worse than ripping a curling iron out of your cleavage like a band-aid is ripping a band-aid off a burn.
When I finally got to the doctors, I had to explain to him exactly how I ended up with a hot iron in my cleavage, which was less than pleasant. Even less pleasant? Writing the email to my teachers explaining that I was going to be out of class so I could have plastic surgeon look at my boob burns. I still have a very faint scar on both breasts, but for the most part it's gone. I was pretty lucky considering I was using the mother of all giant curling irons and I had it on the hottest setting. If I got anything out of the experience, it was to always, always wear a shirt while curling my hair. If I got two things out of it, it was never emailing my hot history teacher about having a consultation with plastic surgeon for my boobs.

[Notalius]

Another fucked up thing. Well, the story begins like this. We had to finish a project that normally takes someone about a month. I started with that shit 3 days before the deadline. I was literally not sleeping more than 3 hours and working the whole weekend. As monday finally approached I wanted to finish it in school since we had that lesson at the end of the day. So I'm like the first in the class and working on my shit when a friend of mine enters. I'm like yo mah nigga. I realized he's in a hurry so I asked him what's up. He told me that he had to get to a "holy mass", I think it's called like that in English lol. He told me it had something to do with his religion. I think it was something called "memorial meal". He then told me that we don't have that one lesson at the end of the day but instead it's going to be at the beginning now. I knew I was fucked up so I asked him where that shit was going down without telling him that I was playing with the thought to actually go there and stay for a couple of hours. So he told me everything. After he left I waited a few seconds so he doesn't realize that I'm following him. Fast foward, we are finally there and I kinda sneak in. As I'm sitting at the opposite site of my friend, so he won't see me, a guy, I think he was something liek the priest, gives me some shit to eat. Didn't know what it was, something like bread. Doesn't matter now. After that we started singing shit and I tried to sound like them so I basically tried to lipsync.

And then it happened, my friend saw me and told the "priest" that I'm not a jehova's witness. Yes you heard it right. He wasn't catholic or some shit like that. I'll never forget what I said after that. I basically said something like "I am ! Jehova's my lord and savior". Shit was embarrassing as fuck.

But hey, atleast I had 2 more days to finish the project.

[Just Silver]

My grandmotherthat was 70yrs old married a guy in his mid 40s that did heroin

[sneakerheadshady]

My grandmotherthat was 70yrs old married a guy in his mid 40s that did heroin

Whew

[Trimss]

My grandmotherthat was 70yrs old married a guy in his mid 40s that did heroin

Whew

So it's a family thing uh

[Just Silver]

My grandmotherthat was 70yrs old married a guy in his mid 40s that did heroin

Whew

So it's a family thing uh

What being weird

[emusic]

My story might freak normal people. It's related to domestic violent, it's some real life fucked up shit. But fuck it.

So, when I was little, we were poor, we slept in the same room, almost 12 people, our house was shit (my big brother had a "room", and so did my dad, my parents never slept in the same room, unless they were both with us in that room, but she would go to his room sometimes).

My dad started to have problems, the general idea we had about him, is that he was crazy.

We heard about one family that was slimier to us, where their father locked the room on them and throw gas on them, and let them burn sleeping. Things were heading to this direction.

My dad was acting really crazy, and we often locked our room from fear of death, he would knock on the door, try to open it violently.

So one day, I was sleeping. I heard a weird noise, I was really tired, I couldn't open my eyes fully. I saw with blur my dad strangling my mom, and I couldn't get up, I was so sleepy, everyone was sleeping.

I forced myself to wake up, and I tried to remove his hand from her neck, but I couldn't, it was a tight grip. I woke my sisters (who were sleeping around her) they tried to slap, beat him... but nothing worked.

So, I bit his hand as strong as I can, and finally he let her go.

And I saved her life. Happy ending.

The rest is just your normal domestic violent situations.

[Just Silver]

Howd I forget this one my cousin stabbed his father in his bald head with a screw drive

[Notalius]

Another fucked up thing. Well, the story begins like this. We had to finish a project that normally takes someone about a month. I started with that shit 3 days before the deadline. I was literally not sleeping more than 3 hours and working the whole weekend. As monday finally approached I wanted to finish it in school since we had that lesson at the end of the day. So I'm like the first in the class and working on my shit when a friend of mine enters. I'm like yo mah nigga. I realized he's in a hurry so I asked him what's up. He told me that he had to get to a "holy mass", I think it's called like that in English lol. He told me it had something to do with his religion. I think it was something called "memorial meal". He then told me that we don't have that one lesson at the end of the day but instead it's going to be at the beginning now. I knew I was fucked up so I asked him where that shit was going down without telling him that I was playing with the thought to actually go there and stay for a couple of hours. So he told me everything. After he left I waited a few seconds so he doesn't realize that I'm following him. Fast foward, we are finally there and I kinda sneak in. As I'm sitting at the opposite site of my friend, so he won't see me, a guy, I think he was something liek the priest, gives me some shit to eat. Didn't know what it was, something like bread. Doesn't matter now. After that we started singing shit and I tried to sound like them so I basically tried to lipsync.

And then it happened, my friend saw me and told the "priest" that I'm not a jehova's witness. Yes you heard it right. He wasn't catholic or some shit like that. I'll never forget what I said after that. I basically said something like "I am ! Jehova's my lord and savior". Shit was embarrassing as fuck.

But hey, atleast I had 2 more days to finish the project.

Such a treacherous personI bet you have a ton of classic stories.

I do actually. you wanna hear more

not sure if hesky's serious doe :hmm:

[sneakerheadshady]

My story might freak normal people. It's related to domestic violent, it's some real life fucked up shit. But fuck it.

So, when I was little, we were poor, we slept in the same room, almost 12 people, our house was shit (my big brother had a "room", and so did my dad, my parents never slept in the same room, unless they were both with us in that room, but she would go to his room sometimes).

My dad started to have problems, the general idea we had about him, is that he was crazy.

We heard about one family that was slimier to us, where their father locked the room on them and throw gas on them, and let them burn sleeping. Things were heading to this direction.

My dad was acting really crazy, and we often locked our room from fear of death, he would knock on the door, try to open it violently.

So one day, I was sleeping. I heard a weird noise, I was really tired, I couldn't open my eyes fully. I saw with blur my dad strangling my mom, and I couldn't get up, I was so sleepy, everyone was sleeping.

I forced myself to wake up, and I tried to remove his hand from her neck, but I couldn't, it was a tight grip. I woke my sisters (who were sleeping around her) they tried to slap, beat him... but nothing worked.

So, I bit his hand as strong as I can, and finally he let her go.

And I saved her life. Happy ending.

The rest is just your normal domestic violent situations.

Shit that's awful

[Notalius]

Here's on back in elementary school...these 2 kids got in a fight during recess and the one kid got his shoe stuck up the other kids ass because he kicked him so hard lol

Back in primary school someone put this kid's shoe down the toilet and I'd say half of the boys in my class, as well as the class above me, pissed over it

I was on the toilet once, and after I left I went to wash my hands ofc. Well, after a few seconds one guy out of my class went into the same toilet(we got like 3 in every WC). I left again but after a few minutes I had to pee again. I guess you all know that feeling when you don't piss everything out lol. So I went there again and there was a big pile of shit next to the toilet lol.

[Cinderella Stan]

Once I found in the toilet in school a 500 ml bottle full of shit... it was different colors of shit, some of it was really black some was lightly brown... also, some of the shit was covered in blood.

[Notalius]

Once I found in the toilet in school a 500 ml bottle full of shit... it was different colors of shit, some of it was really black some was lightly brown... also, some of the shit was covered in blood.

It was that period of the month again

[sneakerheadshady]

Once I found in the toilet in school a 500 ml bottle full of shit... it was different colors of shit, some of it was really black some was lightly brown... also, some of the shit was covered in blood.

That's fucked up