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I remember being like 4 or 5, it was the summer my mother and I had went outside to get some sun or whatever. I had this huge line of Tonka Trucks. The real deal dicast (sp?) models not the bull**** plastic rip offs of todays kid. anyway, I went to pull out my cement mixer and there the little bastard was. A baby damned copperhead. I didnt know what it was so I kept on my way. On to the next toy, Bam bastard got me right on the ankle. When it bit me I flinched and according to the doc and my mom one fang got me. Now, fast forward, my brother hears me hollering like a ***** and tells me: your ok, its just a bee sting. The Ambulance shows up, after driving past my house 3 times. We finally make it to I assume GMH and they wheel my fat ass into a room. At this point the bottom half of my leg is swelling up to the knee. To which the doc tells my southern, hes my baby, ill kill you and anyone who touches him, mother that if it goes past the knee he will have to amputate. She had to leave the room. Anyway, the swelling went down. Doc drew Disney characters on my foot and ankle and twas the end of the story.
Side note: They got the bastard with a fire extinguisher.
This is why I will never go near a snake. I dont look for them, I dont want to see one, be near one, I dont even want to be in the same room.
Ill tell you another fun story. Back in grade school we went to the museum. Nice place, had an actual man made rain forest. Anyway, we all go on this class trip and have to sit through a show for reptiles. Im cool with that, film strip no big deal. Well little did I know the fella teaching had a 8-10 python he was planning to show after the fact. Well, he goes to bring this sum ***** out and whos the only fella sittin bench? This guy. Now this teacher knows, I aint touching any snake. She says, Sean you dont want to pet the snake? No, they bite. She says, this one wont bite you. I said well then he aint hungry. Needless to say, I received partial credit that day.
I've got a snake somewhere around the house. Don't know what kind or where, but about six feet long as of last summer. And suspiciously I don't have a rodent problem. Really wish it would go after the moles that keep tearing up the yard.
I remember being like 4 or 5, it was the summer my mother and I had went outside to get some sun or whatever. I had this huge line of Tonka Trucks. The real deal dicast (sp?) models not the bull**** plastic rip offs of todays kid. anyway, I went to pull out my cement mixer and there the little bastard was. A baby damned copperhead. I didnt know what it was so I kept on my way. On to the next toy, Bam bastard got me right on the ankle. When it bit me I flinched and according to the doc and my mom one fang got me. Now, fast forward, my brother hears me hollering like a ***** and tells me: your ok, its just a bee sting. The Ambulance shows up, after driving past my house 3 times. We finally make it to I assume GMH and they wheel my fat ass into a room. At this point the bottom half of my leg is swelling up to the knee. To which the doc tells my southern, hes my baby, ill kill you and anyone who touches him, mother that if it goes past the knee he will have to amputate. She had to leave the room. Anyway, the swelling went down. Doc drew Disney characters on my foot and ankle and twas the end of the story.
Side note: They got the bastard with a fire extinguisher.
This is why I will never go near a snake. I dont look for them, I dont want to see one, be near one, I dont even want to be in the same room.
Ill tell you another fun story. Back in grade school we went to the museum. Nice place, had an actual man made rain forest. Anyway, we all go on this class trip and have to sit through a show for reptiles. Im cool with that, film strip no big deal. Well little did I know the fella teaching had a 8-10 python he was planning to show after the fact. Well, he goes to bring this sum ***** out and whos the only fella sittin bench? This guy. Now this teacher knows, I aint touching any snake. She says, Sean you dont want to pet the snake? No, they bite. She says, this one wont bite you. I said well then he aint hungry. Needless to say, I received partial credit that day.
I was nice enough to tell my employers I would be moving in a few weeks. So what do the jerks do? Hire some new guys, and start giving them nearly all my hours. I hope the jerks lose all their business. Being conscientious is rewarding in so many ways, but financially is not one of them. Here I am needing every hour I can get, and the jerks screw me over after all I have done for them. :banghead2:
