McLeod Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 So this is a simple topic, what is the most painful thing to happen to you (or to others that you've seen in person)? I've stayed relatively out of harms way but when I was 5 I saw a kid swinging around a rope in the gym and his head hit a metal bar and the back of his head was split open. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ollie™ Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 I'm the clumsiest little fuck I know of so anything that you think could've happened, did happen Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
McLeod Posted September 17, 2014 Author Share Posted September 17, 2014 I'm the clumsiest little fuck I know of so anything that you think could've happened, did happen You jabbed yourself in the eye with your own dick? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ollie™ Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 I'm the clumsiest little fuck I know of so anything that you think could've happened, did happen You jabbed yourself in the eye with your own dick? Of course, my massive nigerian wacking tool gave me pink eye ffs Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Big Pete® Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 ran over, shit that hurts! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
McLeod Posted September 17, 2014 Author Share Posted September 17, 2014 ran over, shit that hurts! And it's back for more Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Bard Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 burning bloody piss Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ollie™ Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 (edited) I distinctly remember a fishy-odoured man greeting me from within the depth of such a scarlet, hippoesquerian van. He made promises of mooncakes, gumdrops and ores. Little did I know of such false pretences and the linger of wishs' and dreams in my youth. Such a sweet, dear boy thy was.. I distinctly remember a fishy-odoured man greeting me from within the depth of such a scarlet, hippoesquerian van. He made promises of mooncakes, gumdrops and oreos. Little did I know of such false pretences and the linger of wishs' and dreams in my youth. Such a sweet, dear boy thy was.. Edited September 17, 2014 by NERDGFX Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
McLeod Posted September 17, 2014 Author Share Posted September 17, 2014 I distinctly remember a fishy-odoured man greeting me from within the depth of such a scarlet, hippoesquerian van. He made promises of mooncakes, gumdrops and ores. Little did I know of such false pretences and the linger of wishs' and dreams in my youth. Such a sweet, dear boy thy was.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ollie™ Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 I distinctly remember a fishy-odoured man greeting me from within the depth of such a scarlet, hippoesquerian van. He made promises of mooncakes, gumdrops and ores. Little did I know of such false pretences and the linger of wishs' and dreams in my youth. Such a sweet, dear boy thy was.. But I speak Shakespearian too... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Codes. Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 Hairline fracture on my left radius after being crushed between 2 football helmets. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mystiquε Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 Graphic. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DaMitch Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 Lost to R-truth Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aero Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 Finger ripped off in a door hinge Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sunny Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 (edited) I distinctly remember a fishy-odoured man greeting me from within the depth of such a scarlet, hippoesquerian van. He made promises of mooncakes, gumdrops and ores. Little did I know of such false pretences and the linger of wishs' and dreams in my youth. Such a sweet, dear boy thy was..You're Australian. I would presume from Melbourne (home of the MCG) which is infamous for its enriched arts and its reputation for being the epicenter for cultural landmarks such as the Heidelberg School of Australian Impressionism, the National Gallery of Victoria, and the Princess Theatre. In fact, after, Edinburgh, Melbourne is officially declared UNESCO City of Literature and is in the rankings for a top position on the cusp of cultural offerings. It is no wonder you are into literary arts, to which I commend you. Also, to no surprise is that your exceptional writing talents were appreciated by a prodigy of composition in his own right, Iain. He, who isn't easy to impress. Now, before you accuse me of going into a tangent like before, I'd like to state that you are the last person who should be using that reference of Western rural rednecks, but are in fact hiding behind the insecurities of an artist. Perhaps masking the personality traits of TS Eliott? Who am I to say? But, you shouldn't hinder your abilities by pretending to be something you're not, to be accepted. That, in itself, is the greatest crime of all and you are robbing yourself in the end. To put it in short, figuratively speaking, seeing someone hiding what they truly are capable of and not tapping their full potential is the most painful thing to happen to me, especially if you have the luxury to reside in a first-world country. Call it "sissy talk", or "Battyman banter", with all due respect, but don't ever lose your identity. Edited September 17, 2014 by Sunny Dre Carter III Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
McLeod Posted September 17, 2014 Author Share Posted September 17, 2014 I distinctly remember a fishy-odoured man greeting me from within the depth of such a scarlet, hippoesquerian van. He made promises of mooncakes, gumdrops and ores. Little did I know of such false pretences and the linger of wishs' and dreams in my youth. Such a sweet, dear boy thy was.. You're Australian. I would presume from Melbourne (home of the MCG) which is infamous for its enriched arts and its reputation for being the epicenter for cultural landmarks such as the Heidelberg School of Australian Impressionism, the National Gallery of Victoria, and the Princess Theatre. In fact, after, Edinburgh, Melbourne is officially declared UNESCO City of Literature and is in the rankings for a top position on the cusp of cultural offerings. It is no wonder you are into literary arts, to which I commend you. Also, to no surprise is that your exceptional writing talents were appreciated by a prodigy of composition in his own right, Iain. He, who isn't easy to impress. Now, before you accuse me of going into a tangent like before, I'd like to state that you are the last person who should be using that reference of Western rural rednecks, but are in fact hiding behind the insecurities of an artist. Perhaps masking the personality traits of TS Eliott? Who am I to say? But, you shouldn't hinder your abilities by pretending to be something you're not, to be accepted. That, in itself, is the greatest crime of all and you are robbing yourself in the end. To put it in short, figuratively speaking, seeing someone hiding what they truly are capable of and not tapping their full potential is the most painful thing to happen to me, especially if you have the luxury to reside in a first-world country. Call it "sissy talk", or "Battyman banter", with all due respect, but don't ever lose your identity. I think you're reading too far into a joke Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fufu ÷ Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 Reading through any topic made by McLeod. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DrJoeyMagnum Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 Broken Wrist Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Codes. Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 Reading through any topic made by McLeod.He seems to be making more topics than you nowadays. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fufu ÷ Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 Reading through any topic made by McLeod. He seems to be making more topics than you nowadays. I decided you people need to suffer from a lack of good topics for a while to make you appreciate what you had. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Penguin Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 Reading through any topic made by McLeod. He seems to be making more topics than you nowadays. That's the biggest pain of them all. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
McLeod Posted September 17, 2014 Author Share Posted September 17, 2014 Reading through any topic made by McLeod. Says the person who made the topic about a successful bowel movement Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tamer™ Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 What the actual fuck has happened to this place? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Big Pete® Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 Gone to the dogs. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fufu ÷ Posted September 17, 2014 Share Posted September 17, 2014 I just said what was causing me pain and you all went and derailed the topic. Good job guys. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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