Most gross thing you've ever done...

[Electric Banana]

I don't want to hear any sexual things here, guys... :p

I was just informed a few minutes ago, that my Mom's chihuahua had been hit by a car and was dead. I had to go out to the road with a scoop shovel and pick up the remains. He was mostly in tact, except that his eye had popped out...
Once I saw his eye, I had to choke back all of my urges to vomit all over the poor little guy.
This was seriously the most disgusting thing I've ever had to do in my life...and I still haven't buried him yet, waiting until my parents get home to help.

What's the most gross thing you've had to do?

[Hyde]

A Few years back, before the art stuff was keeping me fed and all, I worked as an estimator for a cleanup service called ServPro. Usually we dealt with flood damage and fire damage, coming in, drying everything out, cleaning everything up, and so on and so forth.

Well....more than once, ServPro was hired by the local authorities to clean up after homicide scenes/suicide scenes after everything was documented. Even though I was just an estimator, one time half the work crew was down at a bigger emergency and we had to clean up a REALLY bad murder-suicide.

I was picking up organic brain matter and skull fragments from a very beige carpet for the better part of a few hours.....amongst other sundry body parts.

It was a damned good thing we got hazard pay and double overtime rates for that or I wouldn't have been in there. I love horror stuff and blood and gore and all that doesn't bother me in the slightest.....but the smell?

Very little is worse than the smell of decaying bodies.

[charolastra00]

I can't deal with death. At all. So honestly, the grossest thing was when I came home late one night to see that my hallmate had left his turtle in my turtle's tank for a "playdate". Apparently it didn't go well because his turtle was floating upside-down in the tank. Yeah. None of the guys on my hall would come help me get it out and my roommate was asleep so I fished my turtle out to put him in an alternate tank for the night. By the time someone came to get the dead turtle out, it was all bloated and ahhhh. Then, they put him in the freezer. That was pretty disgusting too.

[Matron]

Somehow, I think Hyde's going to win this one, hands down.

My gross things have to do with animals.

Get your minds out of the gutter!

The first, and probably oddest, happened when I was in around 9th grade. I had come home from school, and I noticed the window to my living room was broken. Not just cracked, it was pretty much broken out. My first thought was " we've been robbed!" My second thought was "this is a piece of shit trailer in the middle of nowhere, who the hell would rob us?" So I got closer, peered through the window to find...

a rooster! Apparently, somehow, it had gotten onto the front porch, and managed to get just enough air to bust through my window. Blood and feathers all over my living room, it was a mess!

The second thing happened when I was 16. I was home alone, getting ready to go to the carnival, blow drying my hair. I happened to look up and saw a rattlesnake at the foot of my bed. Needless to say, I beat tracks out of there, to my uncle who lived next door. He came back, and of course we couldn't find the damn thing. After much looking around, it stuck it's head out of my dresser drawer, where it was stuck, kinda between the drawer and the dresser itself. So my uncle got a butcher knife and cut off it's head and got rid of it. Left me to clean up the mess, yet again. It was just a little blood, but still, gross.

[Electric Banana]

I have no doubt in my mind that Hyde wins. :p

Dire--
Yikes! Wow those stories are bad...lol Makes me seem like a definite wuss when I did this:

http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c169/sexyankles/P5110203.jpg

There was a gopher snake (looks like a rattler but without the rattle) in the garage behind my car (parents went to Florida and gave me permission to use the garage as I wanted while they were gone)... After getting a broom and sweeping it out of the garage, I panicked that it was going to hurt my Mom's chihuahua (who is now dead...read starting post)...So I put that bucket over him. Then, I thought "what if Arwe (our bigger dog) knocks the bucket over?" So I put the box of garbage bags on top... lol

Speaking of the chihuahua, my Dad just got home a little bit ago and we had to bury him... He bled out on the shovel. SO GROSS.

[Void]

I've eaten my sister's cooking.

[Atlas]

I chewed some potatos and meat once just to let a dog eat it out of my mouth. It was kinda weird...

[Data]

I watched an autopsy of an obese old man last year. It was awesome. When they got to the liver it kinda got smelly. I had to go back to class before they got to the bowels . . .

And no, I didn't check out his package. His belly was in the way from where I was standing and I had no desire to see more of it.

[Mark]

I don't want to hear any sexual things here, guys... :p
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damn well there went my story... :/

[LagDragon]

Yeah, what the hell, EB? ;)

[moogle]

Arwe (our bigger dog)
Sorry, this is off-topic, I know, but what kind of name is Arwe? How do you pronounce it? (ar-weigh?)

I'm just intrigued by interesting names like that.

[Electric Banana]

Are-we... When she showed up to our house as a stray, I thought she was cute as a button, I asked my Mom and Dad "Are we gonna keep her?" So my Mom and Dad decided to name her Arwe Gonnakeeper. Seriously, that's how her name came out. Lame, huh?

Here's a picture of her napping:

http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh9/electricbanana/arwenapping.jpg

[moogle]

Nah, not lame. That's actually pretty cool. Anything's better than a generic name for a pet. I had a dog named Bear, the sweetest dog I've ever known, but the name is, I'm sorry, retarded.

[Electric Banana]

Nah, not lame. That's actually pretty cool. Anything's better than a generic name for a pet. I had a dog named Bear, the sweetest dog I've ever known, but the name is, I'm sorry, retarded.

Actually, the first dog I remember from my childhood, was a German Shepherd named Bear. :p Such a stereotypical name. I don't tend to like common names, like when my Mom opted to name our family cat Nemo because he was orange...Yawn! But he's an awesome cat...(had to give him away though, since we're moving...)

[Matron]

My kids named our chihuahua Porkchop, after a fish on a cartoon. My grandma calls him Buster though, after the last dog she had. Yeah, she's getting mighty senile.
I like odd names for pets better than typical names like spike or butch or spot or fluffy.

[Indigo]

I was playing chubby bunny(the game where you have to see how many marshmallows you can stuff) I had 16 big one in my mouth when I just felt sick and threw up into my stuffed mouth which was now not only marshmallows but marshmallows and puke.

[Atlas]

Are-we... When she showed up to our house as a stray, I thought she was cute as a button, I asked my Mom and Dad "Are we gonna keep her?" So my Mom and Dad decided to name her Arwe Gonnakeeper. Seriously, that's how her name came out. Lame, huh?

Here's a picture of her napping:

http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh9/electricbanana/arwenapping.jpg


What a sweet looking animal. She looks very tender and loveable... I really like animals.

[Mark]

alright I just re-uped my retarded factor a bit from something I did the other day.

well first I chugged a whole bottle of tabasco sauce. then shortly after I followed up with a stunt man tequila shot. ya know I have told you all about it before you take the shot, then snort the salt and squeeze the lemon in your eye. so yeah needless to say I was fine until I started drinking beer...after that the hot sauce and beer had a fight in my belly and well my stomach kicked them both out...sad thing is I was completely sober the whole time all this was going on. lol :/

[Brokensouls91]

I was playing chubby bunny(the game where you have to see how many marshmallows you can stuff) I had 16 big one in my mouth when I just felt sick and threw up into my stuffed mouth which was now not only marshmallows but marshmallows and puke.

*laughs* I remember that...But...In all honesty...I don't think I've had to do anything too bad. I had to clean up a rabit I shot with a 30.06. But that wasn't too bad, it stayed in two pieces.

[Mark]

actually the best is seeing how many peeps you can eat...that never turns out good.

[Jarrid]

My best friend forgot there was a trash can beside my bed (always happens, huh?). He puked all over himself, my bed, the floor, and more. There were about 40 people at my house that night. I picked him up and carried him to the bathroom, stripped him down naked, and put him in the bathtub, and I sprayed him off. Well, he had the great idea and burst of energy to manage to break a few things in the bathroom, run out of the bathroom, and zoom across the house in front of everyone. The whole night I cleaned everything up. I do not deal with vomit very well, and it was a very gross moment for me because I was trying not to puke my guts up while cleaning his mess. A few more terrible things happened that night as well, but that is for another day.

[Matron]

Nothing like a little vomit to really drag a party down, eh?

[BAMAJAMA]

Well the few things i consider gross that happened to me are off limits but here is one I witnessed. A buddy I had in college was a total freak, he would do some stupid shite like turn cigs around backwards, after a long draw, chew it up and swallow it. Actually, I just hung around him some to see what kinda crazy stunt he would pull next. He was an ex-coke fiend and was then a current alcoholic. Drank one drink, Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill, drank it like it was water. As a result of his prior coke habit, his sinuses were gone, he would also take a dime shove it up his nostril and then spit it out on his tounge. We were all sitting around drinking one night and one of the guys started looking a little green. He didn't quite make it to the trash can. Some of it went in the can, some on the floor and a stream of it landed on "Boone's" arm. He looked at his arm, looked up, looked at his arm and then licked his arm. About one minute later, he was in the hall covering the floor with his own vomit, which was chuck full of cig butts. Enjoy this fine tale of drunken debauchery;)

[Matron]

Ok, that's just wrong!

[BAMAJAMA]

Ahh, the heady days o' college, how I miss thee;)

[Matron]

I didn't do the college thing, all my big party stories are senior year in high school and the year after.

I'd say probably my worst one was a night of slamming white russians like they were chocolate milk. This story is strange as well as gross.

A friend and I went to a party, and I had one of those plastic squeeze sports bottles, full of white russian. I'd already emptied it at least once that night, and made more. We partied hard, played strip poker, but eventually, it was time to go home. My friend was driving, and I started feeling sick. Instead of her stopping (we were running late) I just leaned out the window and puked my little head off. What I didn't realize was that since we were flying down the road, it blew in the back window of the car.

My friend made me promise to go in my house, change clothes, and come back out and help her clean her car. She waited and waited on me, and came in to find me passed out, so she had to go do it herself.

Sometime in the night, I managed to stumble up, puke some more by my bed, and knock a closet door down on top of the bed. I was too drunk to figure out how to lean the damn door back against the wall, so I just crawled under it and slept the rest of the night. Luckily, I woke up before my mom the next morning, and got the door up, my room clean, and my clothes in the wash before she saw.

The last weird thing- while I was hanging my head out the window of my friend's car, I distinctly remember hurling the squeeze bottle into the woods by the road, at least 3 miles from my house. Around a week later, the same bottle showed up in my front yard. My friend and I had a huge "wtf" laugh over that one.

Yeah, I'm soo glad I outgrew that stage in life! Now I don't drink very often, and when I do, it's just to the slightly buzzed stage, not to the falling down drunk and puking stage.

[BAMAJAMA]

But what about the strip poker, surely that is still part of your repertoire;) If so, wanna play, heh

[Matron]

*waggles eyebrows*

I'm sure I still have a deck of cards round here somewhere!

[BAMAJAMA]

Let's see from Alabama to SC is....

[Matron]

:p

[sheeP]

My senior year of high school, I got shoved into an open locker door. The corner of it hit me right above the eyebrow and I started bleeding profusely. It was all in my hair and dripping in my eye.. so naturally I thought I'd pull the "YOU DONT KNOW WHERE IVE BEEN LOU!" scene from fight club. I got suspended after that for scaring and bleeding on the guy.

[BAMAJAMA]

The same guy that shoved you in the locker?

[sheeP]

Yeah same guy. :p

[BAMAJAMA]

That is f**ked up, did he get suspended too?

[sheeP]

I dont think so. He seemed really traumatized, and convinced the principal that it was an accident. Me "assaulting" him wasnt. I dont really care though, you can barely see the scar it left, and it wasnt as painful as the hallway of blood would indicate. I like freaking out in situations where its not necessary. Makes them more worth while.

[BAMAJAMA]

Well, at least you got the last laugh;)