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Post by kath on Sept 15, 2006 2:40:57 GMT
What are the grizzliest and grossest things you've seen or heard? At my new sewing evening class the teacher has half a finger missing, because one of the ladies had a manky finger and via a prick from one of her pins she contracted a bone infection  That's quite mingin! Tho silentbob for one will probably recount some more minging stories ;D So, what's everyone's most gross? Love Kath |
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Post by indiequeen on Sept 15, 2006 12:42:36 GMT
Let me just tell you from personal experience to never ask a funeral director what the worst thing they've seen is. They will tell you quite happily and in vivid detail.
I'd have to say it was when my cat broke her leg. The cast was rubbing a bit and when it was removed, there was a hole in her little leg. It healed just fine, but it was pretty gross. Actually, I'm taking the tame route here.
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Post by kath on Sept 15, 2006 23:17:38 GMT
one might almost say lame  |
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Post by indiequeen on Sept 16, 2006 0:35:22 GMT
Ah, comedy.  I'm trying really hard to be as polite as possible why I'm doing that in this thread is anybody's guess. Where I live, it's not uncommon to hit a deer. It happens all the time around here. But, seeing a semi hit one at 65 miles per hour is pretty disturbing. Deer parts flying past your car, though interesting is not a good way to start your day. |
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Post by lonepine666a on Sept 16, 2006 5:36:27 GMT
The grossest thing that came too my mine was a guy i went out with is only two inch and dead skin under his belley
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Post by baz on Sept 20, 2006 2:31:53 GMT
While airsofting a month or so a go a lad in our unit while running had his foot go down a rabbit hole, causing a compound fracture of the 'shin' bone, lovely.
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Post by kath on Sept 20, 2006 13:09:51 GMT
oooh i meant gross as in involving maggots or something else minging rather than destroyed limbs. Answers must involve mank, skank, ming, mould, slime, pus etc |
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Post by lonepine666a on Sept 23, 2006 4:16:01 GMT
I used to work in potato sheds we sort and grade the potatos to be shiped out to stores and torward the end of the season summer time the potatos would rot and turn black and squishy and mushy yuck!
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