The most pain you have ever been in

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I think the whole dance of pain and suffering is just symbolism. JC died on a cross and they never shut up about it. My great grandad laid wounded and dying on the battlefield. When the corpse had been recovered his eyes had been eaten by rats. The maggots had turned to flies and layed more eggs in his half-desiccated brain. My grandad told my dad, the ministry of peace had awarded him a medal big fucking deal.
 
You could pawn that medal off and buy more booze Billy. Then go break something and add to the thread!
 
TorontoReign said:
You could pawn that medal off and buy more booze Billy. Then go break something and add to the thread!
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The medal was eventually pawned by my dad as at the time we lived in a small tent. Mum . Dad my 3 sisters and myself. It was not worth the metal it was printed on.

But in the interests of NMA I will go to my tool cupboard and cut off ' My Left Foot ' with a bow saw. I will mark the pain out of 10



PAIN WAS AS EXPECTED A 10/10
 
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UTI's are common in lady folk so that is a score in the female slot for Morgan.
 
I think everybody usually does pee after sex unless they pass out.
 
I like too pee during sex, big, long 6-pint ones. Then I sit on their tummy and make squirties. Whoosh a fountain.
 
No you do not you like to sit in the corner while jim bo and kendal go at it.
 
TorontoReign said:
UTI's are common in lady folk so that is a score in the female slot for Morgan.
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Lol. To me that translates as ladies often stash £20 pound notes (score) in female slot (Javina) I know some big Jamaican girls can carry a kilo (2.2pounds) of top whack cocaine up inside their Javina cavity, there's plenty of womb.
 
I think it translates more that women parts are complicated due to them doing so many different things.
 
I wonder how many of the real men here have caught their dick in a zip. I's a bit of an Ouch moment but not agony. I can imagine some here liking it.
 
Mστh said:
My neighborhood was a Norteno neighborhood. It was off Pecos street in North Las Vegas, Nevada. A lot of the young kids were groomed to eventually follow that lifestyle, and they did the same shit to me and my brother. My brother actually stayed in the old neighborhood and became part of the Pecos St. Nortenos 14, and ended up being in and out of prison his whole life (he actually just recently finished a 4 a year bid). Some shit was always happening because they were at war with the Surenos east of Donna street. A memory I've always had that's stayed with me is getting out of school and going to play over at a friends house. His mom and dad wasn't there so we just played in the backyard until she got home. When she got home she told him his daddy (a Norteno) had been shot and killed earlier while we were at school. He just cried and cried, and I felt absolutely horrible. I was like seven years old. That memory has stayed with me forever, and unfortunately I can't get rid of it.

My brother stayed and ended up gangbanging.

I left with my Dad at 16 and became a nerd who mostly played video games, and enjoyed creative writing, literature, and history.

Out of the two potential paths, I'm pretty sure I got the "good ending".
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I'm actually glad that there atleast is one person on here who can relate to some of the stuff I've been through.

Funny that you wanted to become a History teacher. Fun fact I actually ended up becomming a history teacher. I'm a substitute tutor though, but nevertheless I managed to pull my self back up from the vacuum suction that is life in a gang. I'm on the straight and narrow today. However I'm still not quite ready yet to talk as openly about it as you're though.
 
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When you get a root canal, the dentist does it in two phases. They drill out the entire tooth and pack it with gauze and a temporary filling then send you home and finish it a few days later. My temporary filling only lasted a day or two before falling out, so I had a hollow molar.

Went to a restaurant with a friend and ordered the ribs. They were the big fat ribs and probably the best I've ever had. The butcher fucked up because I crunched down on a sliver of bone that was the shape of a nail and it went right up through the root canal into the soft tissue. I didn't even cry out I just froze for like a minute, eyes watering. I'm surprised I didn't pass out.

That's the most pain I've ever been in and I've crushed my tibia into my femur breaking both bones. That shit was nothing compared to that sliver of bone.
 
Someone slammed one of those old Buick car doors on my leg as a kid. It was an accident but it hurt so fucking bad I am wondering what the world has against chicken legs.
 
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