blackdog4444 wrote:I had an unfortunate encounter with a flying ball myself, though it didn't involve going outside. I was minding my own business in Fizz Ed. one day, then some stupid ass chick just chucks a freakin' ball at me. I went to deflect it from hitting my face to spare my glasses, but ended up getting a sprained finger. The son of a hurt for more that a week and a half and I could use it for that long - it wouldn't open, let alone move around. It almost rendered my hand useless, and worse was that it was my coordinated hand.
That really sucks!
Yeah, some sports bimbo cripples up your hand so you can't write with it, of do artwork, or play a musical instrument.
I'm surprised that these Fascist sports goons don't go around plucking out the eyes of Astronomy geeks. They're just like the Arab terrorists who go around cutting off hands, and heads!
Yeah, if you don't do sports, they will fuck you up so bad that you can't do anything else, except hearing them go, DUH, HUH,HUH,HUH, and hearing the spittle plopping on the floor as their jaws hang slack and they drool form their open mouths!
It's and ugly and smelly world we live in, thanks to organized sports.
If you want to wipe out an entire civilization, instead of dropping a nuclear bomb, all you have to do is drop a football in the middle of the town square, and the monkey-boys will do the rest!
Well, I have disarmed a few "football bombs" by slashing them with a pocket knife.
I once lived in a small town in New Mexico. I won't mention the name of the town, but before my family moved out to another city, I got my revenge.
I liked going out into the desserts and collecting desert plants for my cactus garden.
Well, I collected lots of yucca seeds, and seeds from prickly pear cactus and and a few other species of cactus, and somebody gave me some seed pods from barrel cactus.
I had about three large coffee cans full of yucca and cactus seeds.
Then one night, I went out into the football field, and walked back and forth for about a couple of hours scattering the yucca and cactus seeds all over the field. It was very dark and I could just barely see my hand in front of my face.
Now, I don't know if anything ever came of my little midnight venture, because we moved away from that stinking little two-bit town.
But my symbolic gesture gave me a great feeling of satisfaction!