[ARCHIVED THREAD] - Nobody else.... (Page 1 of 3)
Posted: 12/21/2010 6:59:47 PM EDT
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Put in this thread an experience that you have had that you are sure no one else here will have experienced.*** I'll start: I have been bitten on the toe by a chimpanzee. *** Note: Not to mean something along the lines of "I banged Mary Jo Rottencrotch on East Sycamore Drive in Pittsburgh". I'm looking for a unique experience or happening in your life. |
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I walked down a city street in the Democratic republic of the Congo, Africa with about 850,000 in their currency in my pockets/socks/waist.....by myself.
I needed a plane ticket to Paris really bad, they wouldn't accept $3K US cash, and my credit cards wouldn't work there. 
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On a trip to AK, we stopped off in Canada to get gas. While Dad and Grandpa were taking care of that, Mom, Grandma and myself went walking around the town's square and went into a pet shop. Me being the 5 year old I was, I saw the mice and the sign that says "Don't stick fingers in cage". I swear I can still feel the throbbing in my finger from the bite. |
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I have run over a corba while driving drunk on a trike. (But don't get all bent out of shape over the "drunk driving" - it wasn't on public roads, it was on the dirt roads of my father's plantation.) http://www.radioflyertoy.com/images/radio-flyer-classic-tricycle-large.jpg That WOULD be much more impressive! 
No, it was an off-road thing like this: 
Really hard to handle when cornering. About a half mile after running over the cobra I crashed, and went ass over teakettle, but I guess God watches over small children and drunks , and I was uninjured except for needing some stiches in my leg.
Had I been bitten by the cobra, I would possibly have died - because the local hospital didn't have the antivenom, and the local claimed that the venom would kill in about 2 hours, and it was a 3-hour ride to Singapore where the hospitals with the antivenom were. |
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I have run over a corba while driving drunk on a trike. (But don't get all bent out of shape over the "drunk driving" - it wasn't on public roads, it was on the dirt roads of my father's plantation.) Was he growing cotton out on Jutland?  No, this was a palm oil plantation in Malaysia, later in his career. Saying it was "his" plantation is perhaps a little disingenuous short-hand. He was the CEO of a company that ran several planations in Malaysia, for the main office back in London. So the didn't OWN them, he just ran them.
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Put in this thread an experience that you have had that you are sure no one else here will have experienced.*** I'll start: I have been bitten on the toe by a chimpanzee. *** Note: Not to mean something along the lines of "I banged Mary Jo Rottencrotch on East Sycamore Drive in Pittsburgh". I'm looking for a unique experience or happening in your life. Rest of the story? |
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Put in this thread an experience that you have had that you are sure no one else here will have experienced.*** I'll start: I have been bitten on the toe by a chimpanzee. *** Note: Not to mean something along the lines of "I banged Mary Jo Rottencrotch on East Sycamore Drive in Pittsburgh". I'm looking for a unique experience or happening in your life. Rest of the story? Nothing much to it. My wife has always wanted to play with a chimp - so, I took her to a place where you could do that. His name was Noah and he was very young and playful. He also had a thing for toes. If he saw toes, he tried to bite them (in a playful way). He would sometimes start to bite too hard. When he did, you were supposed to pinch his ear to get him to stop. It was years later that I saw the news story of the chimp that nearly killed that woman. Chimps have a tendency to get aggressive after they go through puberty. One of the things I remember is that Noah was VERY strong. He was only about twenty pounds and he could exert pressure like a grown man. He also liked to be tickled. So, I could expand this to: I have had my toes bitten by a chimp. I have pinched the ear of a chimp. I have tickled a chimp. I have heard a chimp laugh. |
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I've had a gerbil bite onto my nose and hang there.
I've given birth at home 3 times. I played Alice in my middle school production of Alice in Wonderland. I figure I'm not the only one who was the lead in a school play but considering the very skewed ratio of women to men on this board, it's a pretty sure bet that I'm the only one who has played Alice.
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I have run over a corba while driving drunk on a trike. (But don't get all bent out of shape over the "drunk driving" - it wasn't on public roads, it was on the dirt roads of my father's plantation.) Was he growing cotton out on Jutland? No, this was a palm oil plantation in Malaysia, later in his career. Saying it was "his" plantation is perhaps a little disingenuous short-hand. He was the CEO of a company that ran several planations in Malaysia, for the main office back in London. So the didn't OWN them, he just ran them.Interesting tidbit, thanks. I was trying to figure out if the "Swanee" River ran all the way to Brønderslev. |
| I went into a flooded river running +/- 35mph on a Carlson Rescue Board, guided it downriver, pegged it onto a tree where the current held it, passed a flotation vest and helmet to a dude stranded in said tree, put him on the board ahead of me, caught a perfect ferry angle back across, and landed him safely on dry land. |
| During my jr high years I skateboarded to school. One day while coming home I had to take a shit really bad. Ever try to push a skateboard while holding in a shit?? Doesn't work. I shit my pants coming around the corner heading home. The poop fell out of my shorts the final 30 ft. My mommy was mad at me when I walked in the house. She yelled and told me to go in the pool. So I did. |
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I just about posted the final details to the dog shooting story, but that will wait for another day.
I have expressed a lump jaw of a show calf by slicing the abscessed wound with a scalpel and thrusting my finger in the now open sore daily. This continued for a week. Very few scents, smells or experiences make me gag. To this day I dry heave when I have to touch Bag Balm. |
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I have run over a corba while driving drunk on a trike. (But don't get all bent out of shape over the "drunk driving" - it wasn't on public roads, it was on the dirt roads of my father's plantation.) http://www.radioflyertoy.com/images/radio-flyer-classic-tricycle-large.jpg That WOULD be much more impressive!
No, it was an off-road thing like this: http://media.ar15.com/media/viewFile.html?i=24454 Really hard to handle when cornering. About a half mile after running over the cobra I crashed, and went ass over teakettle, but I guess God watches over small children and drunks , and I was uninjured except for needing some stiches in my leg.
Had I been bitten by the cobra, I would possibly have died - because the local hospital didn't have the antivenom, and the local claimed that the venom would kill in about 2 hours, and it was a 3-hour ride to Singapore where the hospitals with the antivenom were. Oh shit! My childhood friend had one just like yours! I hated that thing! Especially growing up on dirt-bikes. Those things corner like blimps! RIP Frankie! |
