strangest thing you have ever seen

[Viper shtf]

The fuck!? KILL IT WITH FIRE!!

[Polley]

The fuck!? KILL IT WITH FIRE!!

I'm thinking 7.62x39mm, but if you want me to break out the 5.56 NATO tracers, I guess I can...

[azrael99]

the weirdest thing i ever saw ?

the inside of my wrist while been operated and still been conscious (while been stoned by the morphine they gave me)

verdict ? 4 inch of laceration ,1 inch deep, 3 vein, 2 nerves and 1 tendon . and a freaked out big brother when he enter the room while my wrist was still open and i was smiling at him saying: "hey what up ? "

and "feux libre" was the name of a forum i used to be a member. i took that picture for them at that time.

don't worry i probably gain 90% of all my strength and flexibility, but all the area around the thumb feel numb, i can't feel a thing.

[Towanda]

So far at work tonight, I've seen three different couples, at different times, stop and make out against the same spot on a building wall. Makes me wonder if someone is running a secret pheromone test...

Sent via messenger owl.

[NachoGummyBear]

We were staying over there when we were moving back from DC around Christmas time. As we were lying there asleep, we heard major pounding on the door that goes to the attic. I jump out of bed, grab my flashlight and pistol and move to the door. I determine two theories: a raccoon or a not nice person. Either way, whatever's there will be on the receiving end of .40 calibers of 180 grain Federal Hydrashock traveling at 1050 FPS with expansion of 200%. I opened the door with my finger on the trigger and nothing was there. First time I ever drew down on something that wasn't there.

When I worked at the Carnegie Museums, I had some other experiences as well.

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On a serious note, you should do some research into the past history of your house. Also, call someone to bless that place.
On to the silliness, you should see if you can get them to do the laundry if they don't pay rent.

On topic, strangest thing I have ever seen, Santa Claus wearing rabbit ears and holding an Easter basket comes to mind.
I don't much care for Easter, but I was obligated to go to a family Easter egg hunt, on the way there, we passed a respectable looking house and I saw St. Nick wearing bunny ears and helping some kids find eggs. That was pretty odd.

[Jsimmonsgr]

WalMart: What had to be a 90 year old woman wearing neon pink hotpants and a studded black leather bra, same trip saw a 'woman' who was wearing a halter top that was at least three sizes too small for her silicone, ( I would say breasts but I think that they have to have more than .0001 percent tissue for that definition), and a micro mini skirt that was not long enough to cover her huge wang.

I would like to mention that both of these people were discovered by my wife who then felt the need to damage my sanity by pointing them out to me

[RepoMan73]

I got one. I'm a cop and one afternoon I got dispatched to a 911 call at a large church that backed up to a heavily wooded park. The church was having some outdoor function and they saw people dressed in all black and walking around inside the woods. The people were described as looking goth and the church folk were concerned about what they were doing.

Another officer and I walked into the woods. We could hear voices and some weird scraping noises. We walked into a clearing and saw four or five people hanging from ropes in the trees with HOOKS THROUGH THEIR SKIN. There were other people on the ground using pulleys to raise them higher. The first thing I thought was that we just walked into some crazy cult thing.

After a lot of gun pointing and yelling, we determined that these folks were doing some strange hobby of hanging themselves from hooks. Check out this video at the 2:30 mark: .

It was the spookiest thing to walk up on. I guess it takes all kinds.

[azrael99]

I got one. I'm a cop and one afternoon I got dispatched to a 911 call at a large church that backed up to a heavily wooded park. The church was having some outdoor function and they saw people dressed in all black and walking around inside the woods. The people were described as looking goth and the church folk were concerned about what they were doing.

Another officer and I walked into the woods. We could hear voices and some weird scraping noises. We walked into a clearing and saw four or five people hanging from ropes in the trees with HOOKS THROUGH THEIR SKIN. There were other people on the ground using pulleys to raise them higher. The first thing I thought was that we just walked into some crazy cult thing.

After a lot of gun pointing and yelling, we determined that these folks were doing some strange hobby of hanging themselves from hooks. Check out this video at the 2:30 mark: .

It was the spookiest thing to walk up on. I guess it takes all kinds.

thanks, your video gave me the shiver, no seriously i cant understand humanity sometime.

[Doctorr Fabulous]

Suspensions are supposed to be one of the highest adrenaline rushes that civilians can get at sea level without going to jail.

[Visionz]

Suspensions are supposed to be one of the highest adrenaline rushes that civilians can get at sea level without going to jail.

Some native American indians did this as right of passage. The Sioux did it from their chest though instead of their backs.

[squinty]

Teeth and feet and a hairy man in a maids outfit:

I met an exotic dancer with two sets of teeth - two rows on top, two on the bottom. She'd never lost a baby tooth, her adult teeth had simply grown in directly in front of her baby teeth. You couldn't tell from a distance, but up close you'd occasionally catch a glimpse. The effect was oddly sharklike, and disconcerting.

I had a friend named Smitty* who went to the club where shark-tooth danced every payday. He was obsessed with one of the other girls who worked there. Smitty's crush was pretty, with green contacts, long red hair, smooth fair skin and a willowy athletic figure. She despised Smitty, and the more he spent on her the more she hated him, and the more disdainful she acted towards him the better he tipped. She always danced in thigh high boots, never the high heeled sandals or pumps favored by most of the other dancers. The boots never came off, and Smitty was determined that he'd someday see her feet - but she was horribly self conscious about them for some reason, and didn't want anyone to look at them. But since they were about the only part of her he hadn't seen, Smitty was determined. He spent months pleading and bribing and cajoling, but she never indulged his request that she take her boots off. Finally he paid a month's rent for her. It was supposed to be a loan, but instead of paying him back, she agreed to unveil her feet. Smitty brought me to the club that night (that's when I met sharkie) and I thought she'd unboot in the VIP room where only Smitty could see, but no - she sat on the edge of the stage and had him help pull them off. No socks, just a pair of perfectly normal woman's feet. Not webbed or buniony or hammer toed or anything, not delicate or foot-model worthy either - not remarkable in any way. No reason to hide them, no good reason to spend thousands of dollars (months of bribery + rent) to look at them. I'll never forget the look of anticipation on his face as he pulled the first boot off, or the look of irritation on hers. Or the huge anticlimax as she finished her set, stuck her sockless feet back in the dang boots, and went to talk to a customer she could actually stand, leaving poor smits sitting bereft at the side of the stage while the DJ made fun of him.

Eventually Smitty got banned from the club for having some kind of altercation with boot girl's fiance'. I don't know the details, but it was the best thing that ever happened to him. He got a little money saved, started drinking less and getting better sleep, and lost the haunted expression I'd been used to seeing on his face. He even found a girlfriend that actually seemed to like him, and they moved in together. The first time I met her, he had just bought her a present and she was proudly wearing it - a new pair of thigh high boots identical to the ones his favorite dancer used to wear. They looked weird in the daylight, outside the club, on a fully clothed woman. They looked like...stripper boots.

The last time I saw Smitty he showed up at my house unannounced in the middle of the afternoon. I was asleep, heard a loud banging on my front door, poked my head out and saw Smitty wearing a girlish looking bathrobe on my front porch. "I need to borrow some clothes," he said, "and I don't want to talk about it. Please."
So, ok, I let him in and found some sweats for him. He took them into the bathroom and on the way in he started to take of the robe and I swear he had on a french maid's outfit. I didn't get a good look at it, didn't really want to, but that's what it looked like, and in context I can't imagine it was anything else. He came out a second later wearing the sweats, with the robe bunched up under his arm, and left without thanking me.

Weirded out by that little scene, and concerned, I went back to the club one more time and asked shark-face if Smitty had been coming in again. She said no, still banned, but she had heard from boot girl that Smitty had started paying boot girl for the privilege of cleaning up her apartment. After awhile that hadn't been humiliating enough for him, so he started wearing a maid's outfit while he cleaned. Boot girl told everyone at the club about it. Then one day he pissed her off and she walked out the door with his clothes, or kicked him out, or something, so he drove to my place because he didn't want to go home in costume to his girlfriend. Who, I imagine, complained bitterly that he never did his share of the housework. Apparently he couldn't confess his fetish to the girl that actually liked him, for fear that she'd be turned off or reject him for it.

*Not his name, of course. Nobody is really named 'Smitty.'

[Visionz]

^ HOLY SHIT!!!! that was the funniest and strangest story I have ever had the privilege of reading.

[KentsOkay]

^ HOLY SHIT!!!! that was the funniest and strangest story I have ever had the privilege of reading.

You haven't been on the internet very long then

[Rev]

It was the spookiest thing to walk up on. I guess it takes all kinds.

Never went to a suspension show before?

[squinty]

It was the spookiest thing to walk up on. I guess it takes all kinds.

Never went to a suspension show before?

Didn't shrap or somebody in chat post video from such a show not long ago?

[wee drop o' bush]

It was the spookiest thing to walk up on. I guess it takes all kinds.

Never went to a suspension show before?

Didn't shrap or somebody in chat post video from such a show not long ago?

Yeah & she saw the same act in a club.

[squinty]

Yeah & she saw the same act in a club.

Probably a much more pleasant - and sanitary - venue than "off in the woods behind the church."
What was the gun pointing about repoman73? Did you think it was non-consensual or something, like people had been kidnapped and slung up against their willl?
"Police! Don't move! Um...unhook that man!"

[OffWhiteKnight]

The hook hanging thing would be pretty weird to walk up on in the middle of the woods, especially when responding to a 911 call, which is supposed to be for emergencies rather than stuff like seeing some goths near a church. That said, gun pointing might be an overreaction to being weirded out.

[Rev]

The hook hanging thing would be pretty weird to walk up on in the middle of the woods, especially when responding to a 911 call, which is supposed to be for emergencies rather than stuff like seeing some goths near a church. That said, gun pointing might be an overreaction to being weirded out.

I find a lot of people don't know the right number to use when calling the police. They just default to 911.

[Doctorr Fabulous]

The hook hanging thing would be pretty weird to walk up on in the middle of the woods, especially when responding to a 911 call, which is supposed to be for emergencies rather than stuff like seeing some goths near a church. That said, gun pointing might be an overreaction to being weirded out.

I find a lot of people don't know the right number to use when calling the police. They just default to 911.

Somehow I think people tend to forget that a "Hey guys...wassup?" works wonders. Respect generally breeds respect.

[Rev]

Probably old people. They tend to be overly cautious. It's how most of them got to be old. How my father got to be old is beyond me.

[Mikon]

Teeth and feet and a hairy man in a maids outfit:

I met an exotic dancer with two sets of teeth - two rows on top, two on the bottom. She'd never lost a baby tooth, her adult teeth had simply grown in directly in front of her baby teeth. You couldn't tell from a distance, but up close you'd occasionally catch a glimpse. The effect was oddly sharklike, and disconcerting.

I had a friend named Smitty* who went to the club where shark-tooth danced every payday. He was obsessed with one of the other girls who worked there. Smitty's crush was pretty, with green contacts, long red hair, smooth fair skin and a willowy athletic figure. She despised Smitty, and the more he spent on her the more she hated him, and the more disdainful she acted towards him the better he tipped. She always danced in thigh high boots, never the high heeled sandals or pumps favored by most of the other dancers. The boots never came off, and Smitty was determined that he'd someday see her feet - but she was horribly self conscious about them for some reason, and didn't want anyone to look at them. But since they were about the only part of her he hadn't seen, Smitty was determined. He spent months pleading and bribing and cajoling, but she never indulged his request that she take her boots off. Finally he paid a month's rent for her. It was supposed to be a loan, but instead of paying him back, she agreed to unveil her feet. Smitty brought me to the club that night (that's when I met sharkie) and I thought she'd unboot in the VIP room where only Smitty could see, but no - she sat on the edge of the stage and had him help pull them off. No socks, just a pair of perfectly normal woman's feet. Not webbed or buniony or hammer toed or anything, not delicate or foot-model worthy either - not remarkable in any way. No reason to hide them, no good reason to spend thousands of dollars (months of bribery + rent) to look at them. I'll never forget the look of anticipation on his face as he pulled the first boot off, or the look of irritation on hers. Or the huge anticlimax as she finished her set, stuck her sockless feet back in the dang boots, and went to talk to a customer she could actually stand, leaving poor smits sitting bereft at the side of the stage while the DJ made fun of him.

Eventually Smitty got banned from the club for having some kind of altercation with boot girl's fiance'. I don't know the details, but it was the best thing that ever happened to him. He got a little money saved, started drinking less and getting better sleep, and lost the haunted expression I'd been used to seeing on his face. He even found a girlfriend that actually seemed to like him, and they moved in together. The first time I met her, he had just bought her a present and she was proudly wearing it - a new pair of thigh high boots identical to the ones his favorite dancer used to wear. They looked weird in the daylight, outside the club, on a fully clothed woman. They looked like...stripper boots.

The last time I saw Smitty he showed up at my house unannounced in the middle of the afternoon. I was asleep, heard a loud banging on my front door, poked my head out and saw Smitty wearing a girlish looking bathrobe on my front porch. "I need to borrow some clothes," he said, "and I don't want to talk about it. Please."
So, ok, I let him in and found some sweats for him. He took them into the bathroom and on the way in he started to take of the robe and I swear he had on a french maid's outfit. I didn't get a good look at it, didn't really want to, but that's what it looked like, and in context I can't imagine it was anything else. He came out a second later wearing the sweats, with the robe bunched up under his arm, and left without thanking me.

Weirded out by that little scene, and concerned, I went back to the club one more time and asked shark-face if Smitty had been coming in again. She said no, still banned, but she had heard from boot girl that Smitty had started paying boot girl for the privilege of cleaning up her apartment. After awhile that hadn't been humiliating enough for him, so he started wearing a maid's outfit while he cleaned. Boot girl told everyone at the club about it. Then one day he pissed her off and she walked out the door with his clothes, or kicked him out, or something, so he drove to my place because he didn't want to go home in costume to his girlfriend. Who, I imagine, complained bitterly that he never did his share of the housework. Apparently he couldn't confess his fetish to the girl that actually liked him, for fear that she'd be turned off or reject him for it.

*Not his name, of course. Nobody is really named 'Smitty.'

I don't know who you are, I've not commented on this board much...but I love you, lol! You weave a masterful tale!

[shrapnel]

story

That is quite sad, actually. Also funny, but sad.

[squinty]

story

That is quite sad, actually. Also funny, but sad.

Agreed. I never could make up my mind whether "boot girl" had any responsibility to cut Smitty off, the way a bartender would cut someone off who was getting dangerously drunk. He could - or should - have been able to indulge whatever freaky tastes he had in less self destructive ways.