New night shift thread

I like turtles because they’re so chill. They don’t hurt anyone. They’re just like, “Hey man, I want to swim, and maybe eat some lettuce. But I’m gonna take my time getting there, I’m not in a rush. Because I’m a turtle.”

Saw a bunch of turtles in a lake yesterday. Me and a friend were walking the bank trying to catch one, and a damn copperhead was in the water a few feet from us. It raised its disgusting head out of the water, looked at us, and bolted. I hate snakes. Especially venomous ones.
 
Saw a bunch of turtles in a lake yesterday. Me and a friend were walking the bank trying to catch one, and a damn copperhead was in the water a few feet from us. It raised its disgusting head out of the water, looked at us, and bolted. I hate snakes. Especially venomous ones.

Something we agree on.

I fing hate snakes. Doesent make if they are "good" for the environment. If I never saw another one I wouldn't lose any sleep. I got bit by a copperhead when I was knee high to a goats ass damn near lost my leg.
 
Something we agree on.

I fing hate snakes. Doesent make if they are "good" for the environment. If I never saw another one I wouldn't lose any sleep. I got bit by a copperhead when I was knee high to a goats ass damn near lost my leg.

What all happened that you remember? Pain was like? How did you end up getting bit?

Same DUdz, I would kill everyone of them if I could. **** those sly ass bastards
 
What all happened that you remember? Pain was like? How did you end up getting bit?

Same DUdz, I would kill everyone of them if I could. **** those sly ass bastards

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 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.

Glad the doc didn't amputate. Lucky bastage. That's one of the few pitfalls of living in the country. My sister's dog has been bitten by copperheads 3 times up on 6 mile in Blount county. He doesn't have too bad of a reaction to them, but it is scary that my 4 year old nephew is always following that dog around.
 
Glad the doc didn't amputate. Lucky bastage. That's one of the few pitfalls of living in the country. My sister's dog has been bitten by copperheads 3 times up on 6 mile in Blount county. He doesn't have too bad of a reaction to them, but it is scary that my 4 year old nephew is always following that dog around.

What kind of dog does she have? One would think a dog wouldn't make it. Glad to hear that it has though, several times. Im sure the dog would protect the child, animals are funny that way.
 
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