11-16-2006, 10:03 PM
I understand where you're coming from, to each their own.
One time when the parents went away while I was a eighteen or nineteen had some friends over for a night of drinking (Mescal with the worm) bong hits and horror films.
One drank himself blind, I was seeing triple vision (I ate the worm) or more and my brother tells me there was a possum walking across the back deck.
It was snowing pretty heavy (about 6' to 8") and I go outside and start fucking with it with a kitchen knife. I'm stabbing away at the little bastard (easily twenty or more times stabbing it) and he's hissing and getting pissed. I saw a flash of teeth, backed off to get a curved snow shovel and smash it down its spine crushing some bones and what not. Everyone was passed out, so off to bed I stumbled.
Next morning one friend was looking out the kitchen window and mentioned to me that it looked like a murder scene as there was a carcass surrounded with quite a large blood pool in the snow. Went out and scooped up the carcass and threw it behind the cabana (lived on an acre and a half with part of it a wooded) and then shoveled the driveway to hide the blood.
Didn't think anything about it, until spring came with warmer temperatures, my dad told me about possum body he found in the wooded area. It was covered in maggots and stank to high hell, he buried it and I said nothing.
Never had my friends give me any shit after that either, wonder why?
One time when the parents went away while I was a eighteen or nineteen had some friends over for a night of drinking (Mescal with the worm) bong hits and horror films.
One drank himself blind, I was seeing triple vision (I ate the worm) or more and my brother tells me there was a possum walking across the back deck.
It was snowing pretty heavy (about 6' to 8") and I go outside and start fucking with it with a kitchen knife. I'm stabbing away at the little bastard (easily twenty or more times stabbing it) and he's hissing and getting pissed. I saw a flash of teeth, backed off to get a curved snow shovel and smash it down its spine crushing some bones and what not. Everyone was passed out, so off to bed I stumbled.
Next morning one friend was looking out the kitchen window and mentioned to me that it looked like a murder scene as there was a carcass surrounded with quite a large blood pool in the snow. Went out and scooped up the carcass and threw it behind the cabana (lived on an acre and a half with part of it a wooded) and then shoveled the driveway to hide the blood.
Didn't think anything about it, until spring came with warmer temperatures, my dad told me about possum body he found in the wooded area. It was covered in maggots and stank to high hell, he buried it and I said nothing.
Never had my friends give me any shit after that either, wonder why?
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The spooks come out at night.