The most disgusting, disturbing thing I've ever heard. Ever.

[Helena Handbasket]

My brother used to date this girl, Christi, who is still a good friend of the family. I guess she just had a baby a few weeks ago, and she had to have a c-section. Well, this morning my mom was all "did you hear about Christi?" and I thought she just meant if I had heard about her having her baby, and I was like "yeah, about her having the baby and all?"

But, okay.. here's the disgusting part. I guess the doctor (who happens to be the same doctor who delivered me) apparently didn't stitch her up very well. A few days after she got home, she was bleeding from her stitches. She wasn't too overly worried about it... .. until she sneezed, her stitches broke, and all of her intestines spilled out of her stomach and were hanging down to her knees.




Merry Christmas!!

[Tessellation]

I smell a multi-million dollar lawsuit.

[Travis Meekz]

Jesus god almighty. That is really disgusting. Merry Christmas and all kids. So then what happened to her?

pic??

[Helena Handbasket]

The paramedics were called, she nearly died, they took her to the hospital and stuffed 'em all back in there.

[miss world]

[Samsa]

oh my GOD. how horrible. i guess it's good she's still alive. but.



AHHHHHHHHH

remind me to NEVER have a c-section. or if i do to never sneeze.

[Eulogy]

oh god.

ugggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggh

[Gore is the President]

Eh...I still think the story about the guy eating the nodule that broke off his girlfriend's vagina is more disgusting.

[miss world]

Originally posted by Gore is the President
Eh...I still think the story about the guy eating the nodule that broke off his girlfriend's vagina is more disgusting.

but this is more believable.

np: don't make me prove it-veruca salt.

[peabody]

:erm

[hereisnowhy]

That would be really scary.

Here's a happier true story!!


This guy went grocery shopping on a hot day, and was sitting in his car waiting for his wife or something, when he heard a bang and felt something hit the back of his head. He reached up to the back of his head and felt his brains oozing out. So he sat there trying to hold his brains in for half an hour before someone came and saw that it was actually cookie dough that had exploded out of its tube because of the heat.

[Samsa]

Originally posted by hereisnowhy
That would be really scary.

Here's a happier true story!!


This guy went grocery shopping on a hot day, and was sitting in his car waiting for his wife or something, when he heard a bang and felt something hit the back of his head. He reached up to the back of his head and felt his brains oozing out. So he sat there trying to hold his brains in for half an hour before someone came and saw that it was actually cookie dough that had exploded out of its tube because of the heat.

aww that is nice

[Kalsedony]

Well, look at the good news: she's alive, and she'll be getting a shitload of money now.

And the nodule story really WAS more disgusting. This is just somewhat queasy-rendering.

[Eulogy]

Originally posted by Kalsedony
This is just somewhat queasy-rendering.

Well, I don't know what you've done or seen in the past...but her intestines were hanging out of her fucking body. I'd say that's more than "somewhat queasy-rendering."

ergh

[Samsa]

Originally posted by Eulogy


Well, I don't know what you've done or seen in the past...but her intestines were hanging out of her fucking body. I'd say that's more than "somewhat queasy-rendering."

ergh

yes. i would have to say intestinese hanging out of your body is dry-heave worthy and the gonorrhea story just made me go :erm

[THRILLHO]

i'll be sure to mention pull this anecdote out in the post-dinner discussion tonight.

[Kalsedony]

Originally posted by Eulogy


Well, I don't know what you've done or seen in the past...but her intestines were hanging out of her fucking body. I'd say that's more than "somewhat queasy-rendering."

ergh

I grew up in a hick town. When you've helped butcher pigs and other large animals, the sight of intestines doesn't tend to be too shocking after awhile.

[Travis Meekz]

Originally posted by hereisnowhy
That would be really scary.

Here's a happier true story!!


This guy went grocery shopping on a hot day, and was sitting in his car waiting for his wife or something, when he heard a bang and felt something hit the back of his head. He reached up to the back of his head and felt his brains oozing out. So he sat there trying to hold his brains in for half an hour before someone came and saw that it was actually cookie dough that had exploded out of its tube because of the heat.

that reminds me...

one time I ate my hamster and some of my friends (not me) were driving around town and the one leaned out the window and shot a little kid in the chest with a paintball (red). The kid thought he was shot and about to die. fucking funny. Cops questioned them and let though go...probably because of their shitty story.

[Kalsedony]

Originally posted by Travis Meeks


that reminds me...

one time I ate my hamster and some of my friends (not me) were driving around town and the one leaned out the window and shot a little kid in the chest with a paintball (red). The kid thought he was shot and about to die. fucking funny. Cops questioned them and let though go...probably because of their shitty story.

That's the most amazing story I've ever heard!

[tear stained glass]

That's a great story for an abstinence campaign.

[Rima]

Is she okay now?

[INFECTED]

just like in hannibal:

Hannibal Lecter: Bowels in or bowels out?

[patrick]

Originally posted by tear stained glass
That's a great story for an abstinence campaign.

"if the penis enters, the organs leave"

[strange_one]

I wonder if it would hurt alot, your bowels hanging out? maybe it'd just feel numb and warm

I have a craving for some pasta now for some strange reason.

[Gumby]

Egad that has to be the most freakyest thing ever. No hollywood maker could produce such a image like that

[Mason R Butler]

That doesn't disturb me in the slightest. I will now post the story that has haunted my mind for years and makes me uncomfortable at the very recollection of it:

Puppy Love (from alt.tasteless 1998)

Mom left for work at seven-thirty, just like always, and I cleaned the kitchen. And then I was alone in the huge, silent house. It was the most boring summer I could remember. I was sick of TV and video games. The few friends I had were away for the summer, and I couldn't get laid to save my life. Sometimes being fourteen sucks.

Fortunately, Dieter was a faithful friend. He was my German Shepherd and we had known each other for years. I had memories of him going back as long as I could remember. We had done the usual things that a boy does with his dog, as well as some variations. And I was so bored this summer that I came up with a really cool idea.

I headed out to the garage and found my buddy. He walked up to greet me, tail wagging. I scratched his head and kissed him, and sat down on the steps. Maybe he could see it in my eyes, or smell the stench of my horniness, but he damn sure knew that it was time to play. He got excited like Shepherds do -- running in circles and bouncing.

I sat on the steps, pulled my pants down, and opened the can of Alpo. Dieter could hardly believe his good luck -- playtime AND food! But I told him, "No." He reluctantly sat down to wait for his master's call, his head cocked to one side like Shepherds do. I put some dog food on my finger and let him lick it off as a reward.

I smeared the Alpo the entire length of my erect penis. It stank and it was cold, but I just had to try this. I again said, "No!" to make sure Dieter didn't jump the gun, so to speak. He was whimpering. He wanted to play.

When my hot cock was covered with a full one-inch layer of dog food, I laid back. "C'mere, boy!!" I breathed heavy and waited for the licks of pleasure.

I'd been bitten by dogs before, but not on my dick. Dieter was evidently hungry. I felt the most incredible stabbing pain in my genitals, and cried out... it was all over too fast. The garage turned to bright white and I bolted up. My vision quickly faded back to normal, and the next thing I saw was the vanishing head of my penis as my dog tossed back his head and swallowed it.

I collapsed backward again, partly from pain, partly from shock. It took me a few moments to gather my thoughts. They came mostly in concepts -- DOG COCK BITE FOOD EAT CHEW PENIS GONE SWALLOW LICK LICK LICK... I felt a gentle but agonizing pressure at my groin. I opened my eyes, and Dieter was licking the blood from my severed cock stump.

I weighed the options pretty quickly. I could wait for Dieter to shit, and recover my penis. This would of course be the most discreet approach. But I knew from health class that shit contains worms and bacteria, and it might take a couple days for a dick to traverse a dog's GI tract, so that option wasn't very good. I'd just get a digested, infected cock. Option Two was to immediately recover my penis by any means necessary.

Dieter was looking at me with eyes full of love like Shepherds do. I really didn't want to do this, but I had little choice. Pinching my bloody dick nub shut to stop the bleeding, I shuffled with pants around my ankles to Dad's workbench. There I found his utility knife.

I shuffled back to the steps and called to Dieter. He came quickly, head slightly hung in respect like Shepherds do. He had no clue what was about to happen. I petted him, scratched his neck, and rubbed his belly. At this, he dropped to the cement floor and submitted like Shepherds do. I scratched his belly back and forth and his hind leg thumped.

I quickly pinned him to the floor with my entire body weight and slit his belly a good twelve inches. He yelped and tried to get up, but I shrieked "NO!!" and pounded his nose with my fist. He yelped again, but he didn't move. I could see that the first slit had only made a cut in the dermis, so I drove the knife deeply into Dieter's belly. He really yelped now. It took all of my strength to keep him lying there on his back. He was bleeding badly and yelping constantly, so I just held him there while he thrashed around, trying to escape. I suddenly worried about the neighbors hearing. I cut Dieter's throat again and again, shattering his dog barking chords, so now all could do was wheeze loudly. He was bleeding even more, and the cement was getting pretty slick with his blood.

After a few minutes, he calmed down, and then he stopped. His eyes were half shut, and he had his mouth halfway open with his tongue out like Shepherds do. Poor little guy. I reached my hand into the slit I had made, and felt his organs. To this day I know nothing about dog anatomy, so it took a few minutes to find my dick. I had to cut random organs open until I found what I was looking for.

I called a cab and went to the hospital with my penis on ice. I told the doctors how my dog had attacked me, and that I had to kill him in self-defense, and how traumatized I was at having to murder a childhood friend. Mom came frantically from work, and I went into reattachment surgery. It hurt like hell but that's another story. They sent some Animal Control people over to the house I guess, because the garage was all hosed out and Dieter was gone by the time I went back home. Mom took a few days off while my penis healed back.

Dieter, old pal, sorry. You're in a better place now.

(This is the part where none of you ever speak to me again).

[avian chaos]

I don't know that's pretty unbelievable.

[Eulogy]

Originally posted by I Hate Music
That doesn't disturb me in the slightest. I will now post the story that has haunted my mind for years and makes me uncomfortable at the very recollection of it:

Puppy Love (from alt.tasteless 1998)

Mom left for work at seven-thirty, just like always, and I cleaned the kitchen. And then I was alone in the huge, silent house. It was the most boring summer I could remember. I was sick of TV and video games. The few friends I had were away for the summer, and I couldn't get laid to save my life. Sometimes being fourteen sucks.

Fortunately, Dieter was a faithful friend. He was my German Shepherd and we had known each other for years. I had memories of him going back as long as I could remember. We had done the usual things that a boy does with his dog, as well as some variations. And I was so bored this summer that I came up with a really cool idea.

I headed out to the garage and found my buddy. He walked up to greet me, tail wagging. I scratched his head and kissed him, and sat down on the steps. Maybe he could see it in my eyes, or smell the stench of my horniness, but he damn sure knew that it was time to play. He got excited like Shepherds do -- running in circles and bouncing.

I sat on the steps, pulled my pants down, and opened the can of Alpo. Dieter could hardly believe his good luck -- playtime AND food! But I told him, "No." He reluctantly sat down to wait for his master's call, his head cocked to one side like Shepherds do. I put some dog food on my finger and let him lick it off as a reward.

I smeared the Alpo the entire length of my erect penis. It stank and it was cold, but I just had to try this. I again said, "No!" to make sure Dieter didn't jump the gun, so to speak. He was whimpering. He wanted to play.

When my hot cock was covered with a full one-inch layer of dog food, I laid back. "C'mere, boy!!" I breathed heavy and waited for the licks of pleasure.

I'd been bitten by dogs before, but not on my dick. Dieter was evidently hungry. I felt the most incredible stabbing pain in my genitals, and cried out... it was all over too fast. The garage turned to bright white and I bolted up. My vision quickly faded back to normal, and the next thing I saw was the vanishing head of my penis as my dog tossed back his head and swallowed it.

I collapsed backward again, partly from pain, partly from shock. It took me a few moments to gather my thoughts. They came mostly in concepts -- DOG COCK BITE FOOD EAT CHEW PENIS GONE SWALLOW LICK LICK LICK... I felt a gentle but agonizing pressure at my groin. I opened my eyes, and Dieter was licking the blood from my severed cock stump.

I weighed the options pretty quickly. I could wait for Dieter to shit, and recover my penis. This would of course be the most discreet approach. But I knew from health class that shit contains worms and bacteria, and it might take a couple days for a dick to traverse a dog's GI tract, so that option wasn't very good. I'd just get a digested, infected cock. Option Two was to immediately recover my penis by any means necessary.

Dieter was looking at me with eyes full of love like Shepherds do. I really didn't want to do this, but I had little choice. Pinching my bloody dick nub shut to stop the bleeding, I shuffled with pants around my ankles to Dad's workbench. There I found his utility knife.

I shuffled back to the steps and called to Dieter. He came quickly, head slightly hung in respect like Shepherds do. He had no clue what was about to happen. I petted him, scratched his neck, and rubbed his belly. At this, he dropped to the cement floor and submitted like Shepherds do. I scratched his belly back and forth and his hind leg thumped.

I quickly pinned him to the floor with my entire body weight and slit his belly a good twelve inches. He yelped and tried to get up, but I shrieked "NO!!" and pounded his nose with my fist. He yelped again, but he didn't move. I could see that the first slit had only made a cut in the dermis, so I drove the knife deeply into Dieter's belly. He really yelped now. It took all of my strength to keep him lying there on his back. He was bleeding badly and yelping constantly, so I just held him there while he thrashed around, trying to escape. I suddenly worried about the neighbors hearing. I cut Dieter's throat again and again, shattering his dog barking chords, so now all could do was wheeze loudly. He was bleeding even more, and the cement was getting pretty slick with his blood.

After a few minutes, he calmed down, and then he stopped. His eyes were half shut, and he had his mouth halfway open with his tongue out like Shepherds do. Poor little guy. I reached my hand into the slit I had made, and felt his organs. To this day I know nothing about dog anatomy, so it took a few minutes to find my dick. I had to cut random organs open until I found what I was looking for.

I called a cab and went to the hospital with my penis on ice. I told the doctors how my dog had attacked me, and that I had to kill him in self-defense, and how traumatized I was at having to murder a childhood friend. Mom came frantically from work, and I went into reattachment surgery. It hurt like hell but that's another story. They sent some Animal Control people over to the house I guess, because the garage was all hosed out and Dieter was gone by the time I went back home. Mom took a few days off while my penis healed back.

Dieter, old pal, sorry. You're in a better place now.

(This is the part where none of you ever speak to me again).

Ew.