Ah man, I remember when I first inhaled. I was at a party and there was this off looking clown performing magic tricks, feeling daring I volunteered to be part of the classic "box cut in half trick"I had to lie down on this cot like platform and the magician's assistants fastened belts on my hands and the bottom of my chin for what I assumed was for added realism. This is when things started to go south,the magician pulled out a pocket knife and a cigaret and when I instinctively tried to get away, I realized that the belts effectively made me immobile. He kneeled down at my exposed throat and proceeds to sniff it profusely. He then took the blade and slit my throat just a little bit. Then, in one fluid motion he stuck the cigaret in my breached throat and lit it, creating a suffocating sensation throughout my body.As the cigaret discharged what appeared to be blue smoke, the magician gently leaned into my ear and whispered "welcome to the liquid police" luckily he let me go after security arrived and I've had a phobia of magic ever since.Never smoke
Quote from: Jocephalopod on August 22, 2015, 01:36:54 PMQuote from: SoporificSlash on August 22, 2015, 01:35:37 PMAh man, I remember when I first inhaled. I was at a party and there was this off looking clown performing magic tricks, feeling daring I volunteered to be part of the classic "box cut in half trick"I had to lie down on this cot like platform and the magician's assistants fastened belts on my hands and the bottom of my chin for what I assumed was for added realism. This is when things started to go south,the magician pulled out a pocket knife and a cigaret and when I instinctively tried to get away, I realized that the belts effectively made me immobile. He kneeled down at my exposed throat and proceeds to sniff it profusely. He then took the blade and slit my throat just a little bit. Then, in one fluid motion he stuck the cigaret in my breached throat and lit it, creating a suffocating sensation throughout my body.As the cigaret discharged what appeared to be blue smoke, the magician gently leaned into my ear and whispered "welcome to the liquid police" luckily he let me go after security arrived and I've had a phobia of magic ever since.Never smokeHoly fuck when did I write this lol?circa may 2014
Quote from: SoporificSlash on August 22, 2015, 01:35:37 PMAh man, I remember when I first inhaled. I was at a party and there was this off looking clown performing magic tricks, feeling daring I volunteered to be part of the classic "box cut in half trick"I had to lie down on this cot like platform and the magician's assistants fastened belts on my hands and the bottom of my chin for what I assumed was for added realism. This is when things started to go south,the magician pulled out a pocket knife and a cigaret and when I instinctively tried to get away, I realized that the belts effectively made me immobile. He kneeled down at my exposed throat and proceeds to sniff it profusely. He then took the blade and slit my throat just a little bit. Then, in one fluid motion he stuck the cigaret in my breached throat and lit it, creating a suffocating sensation throughout my body.As the cigaret discharged what appeared to be blue smoke, the magician gently leaned into my ear and whispered "welcome to the liquid police" luckily he let me go after security arrived and I've had a phobia of magic ever since.Never smokeHoly fuck when did I write this lol?
Well, not too long ago I made a thread documenting my experience with getting bit by a homeless man, the help I got saved my life......so last night I visited the city and was taking a late night stroll in central park so I didn't have to walk on the disgusting sidewalk to reach my destination. I had eaten a late lunch and decided to buy 2 sandwiches instead of my usual one in the event I got hungry during said stroll.lo and behold as i unwrapped my sandwich about halfway thorough my walk I saw a homeless man in a large flannel jacket sitting against a tree. recounting all of the evil deeds I had done I decided to offer my uneaten sandwich to him, He obviously looked like he needed it. Now I'm a fit guy, (6 foot 12 around 320) pounds so I didn't really feel any notion of fear walking up to him in the middle of the night. As I got closer, I could dimly see his facial features. the most prominent of these being a giant ass mole on the left side of his face.deciding not to judge him now, I extended my arm that had the sandwich in hand towards him and asked "want something to eat?" he seemed frightened at first, like he didn't know I was there until I spoke to him. his fear however was quickly morphed into an expression of insanity as he looked me in the eye and screamed "HOW ABOUT YOUR BLOOD BITCH". before I could react, he grabbed my still outstretched arm by the wrist, knocking the sandwich to the floor and bit deeply into my forearm, the pain was out of this world, it felt like I had been probed with an butt umbrella and someone decided to open the umbrella up while still in my anus.there was blood all over the mans face, and to make matters worse, he pulled out a switchblade and slowly whispered the words "mossman bossman". my fight or flight reflex must of kicked in by then as I shoved him towards the tree he was sitting at and ran dafuq outta there. I quickly got a cab and decided not to see a doctor and just sleep it off.its the morning after my initial encounter, and I have a huge mark on my arm. black veins are also growing around the bite, and it itches and burns like crazy.what should I do?
Let me know if he has any weirdly labeled VHS tapes hidden in a box under his mattress.
I'm still waiting for my parents to come out and say "Son, we're actually billionaires and have been living like this to teach you about lessons in life."
I think my uncle has been lying about his life
