What's the most disgusting thing you've ever seen? (1 Viewer)

[jane]

It's Friday, it's pissing rain, and this day is going to drag, so it's time.

Do your worst.

Scatologists? Out? There?

 

[dudley]

it could have been the woman shooting up in her thigh, whilst we were practising in north frederick lane. the constant wailing was more disturbing.

maybe it was the guy with the skin disease on his head who sat in front of me on the bus about a year ago. huge clumps of fleshy skin falling off his scalp. the smell was the worst thing

 

[billygannon]

There was the girl whose eyebrows met her fringe. That was just odd.

The ad in Hustler for "century sex" was also quite disturbing.

My dog eating a live bird.

And, of course, Arsenal.

 

[Super Dexta]

The amounts of pus and blood that came out of my ear piercing the other day was pretty gruesome. So was the abcess that developed on my neck piercing.

....I'm sure there's better ones, but it's so early in the morning it's practically the middle of the night.

 

[dudley]

maybe seeing the bone in my finger was the most horrible thing i've ever seen...

 

[jane]

Here's one I like:


When I first came to Ireland on a study-abroad program, I was placed into on-campus housing in Cork with three Irish first-year students, all from 'down the country'. when I arrived, one of them had already moved in, a humungous culchie lass who looked like a cross between the Honey Monster and the Mog from Spaceballs. For the first few days, it was just me and 'The Beast', whom I now realise was really just an exaggerated culchie stereotype, rather than some humanoid evolutionary anomaly (although those could be one and the same), unparallelled in the animal kingdom.

Every morning, I would politely ask if she would like to use the shower before me, which she would politely decline. Eventually, she 'politely' informed me that she 'has a bath on Sundays, at home', at which I politely sunk away, slowly (ever-politely), into my room, shuddering politely at thoughts of trapped stench in adipose folds, released with sudden movements, like a poison gas. I noticed as well that she left a trail, like a slug: objects and surfaces quickly became coated with a sort of culchie paste that smelled a bit like Taytos and boiled dinners. Politely.

One afternoon, as I was crumpled on the setee, recovering from a violent hangover, the Beast arrived home, in her ever-so-sing-song way. She sat down across from me, chatting about her beastly things, and produced a tube of Pringles. She rammed them down her throat at least twenty at a time, each fistful forced through a jacked-open mouth and chased with floods of milk, poured in to soften the rough pringly edges. She swished the Pringle-milk concoction around in her mouth, swallowing it in a solid lump that visibly gurgled down her rolly neck, before opening that yawning sickhole again to repeat the cycle. I felt sick, but now I felt sicker.

Chat away she did, about this, and that, about her mother, her father and some 'best friend' who never was made manifest, except in her stories. She finished the Pringles -- all of them -- and the milk, and began to use her fingers to poke the oniony mash that had formed around her teeth and gums down her throat. This was to no avail. She looked frustrated.

Without a second thought, and without anything resembling shame, she plucked a long, wiry, greasy hair from her head, tested its strength, and began to floss her teeth with it. I watched, unable to turn away, as if the hair-flossing was some Culchie-Twilight-Zone way of putting a little rip in the space-time continuum.

I wondered if I should commend her for her interest in dental hygiene, her resourcefulness, and her thriftiness, or just allow that flood of nausea to erupt as violently as it threatened to. It was her nonchalance that shocked me most.

For the entirety of that year, The Beast would continue to provide daily tales of woe and, 'WHOA!', until she'd become an almost mythical character. But that, my friends, was my fucking welcome to this fucking country.

Thank you.

 

[billygannon]

Yikes!

Pube-floss. Now that's DIY.


Remember seeing an oul fella in the gym locker room who had the sprouts, but didn't have the sausage.

 

[jane]

Yikes!

Pube-floss. Now that's DIY.


Remember seeing an oul fella in the gym locker room who had the sprouts, but didn't have the sausage.

Are you sure he wasn't just doing a 'tucky'?


If he'd had neither, that is known as The Mangina.




By the way, a certain lad on this Thumped has, I know, a tremendous tale about some maggots that I hope he will tell.....ahem.....Wherever he is, I'm still sick just thinking about it.

 

[dudley]

joss has a good one about one of his current colleagues

 

[Latex lizzie]

..well that is gross..

my cousin was a mentalist.Locked up bona fide looper.She kept on pulling her colon out of her anus.THey had to put her in a straight jacket(now called poseys) to stop her doing it.I saw that once.Nasty.

another time I was going for an interview for college years ago.I saw a guy squished like a melon by a truck after he was knocked down off his motorbike.Thats the kinda thing that stays with you.

I used to go to the royal college of surgeons every wednesday to teach a drawing class there in the dissection room.Headless corpses surtout.

howzat?

 

[jane]

..well that is gross..

my cousin was a mentalist.Locked up bona fide looper.She kept on pulling her colon out of her anus.THey had to put her in a straight jacket(now called poseys) to stop her doing it.I saw that once.Nasty.



howzat?

She could have made a good living out of that.

A friend of mine is an osteoarchaeologist (human bone specialist), and spends about ten hours a day in a windowless room full of human remains. Human bones don't bother me, except when, occasionally, she'll show me something diseased and give a detailed description of what it would have looked like when the person was alive. She doesn't get squeamish too easily.

She recently struck up a professional friendship with a german guy in our anatomy department, who is interested in doing Forensic Anthropology, and for whom her expert knowledge would be quite helpful. This guy, however nice he is, has a fascination with human remains that leaks over into his daily life. He has his own collection of human skulls, some which he has donated to the anatomy department, others he keeps in his house.

He was also involved in the development of a process call plastication, a preservation technique that consists of injecting the body with a substance that coats each cell with a fine layer of plastic, leaving the body perfectly lifelike and supple. It was the same thing that was used in that crazy exhibition with the skinless human bodies in London a few years ago.

Rachel, my friend, was down in the anatomy department with him one day, looking at various things, while he described his excitement at being involved with plastication. He ran off for a minute, came back, and handed her something, which she accepted without looking at what it was: HALF of a human head, perfectly preserved, totally lifelike, with half a brain, one eye, half a mouth, etc. Apparently, she managed to cope just fine until she saw the eyelashes.

 

[thegoone]

i saw two guys fightin in town and one of them stabbed the other guy with a broken bottle , that was gick

 

[Ed]

Oddly i once met a girl just like the one jane described, only she was american. She was living with a firend of mine. One day we were in their sitting room drinking when she came home from work (at about 5pm, it was an interesting summer) and we were pretty spent already. We were watching tv and she comes in and first off switched the channel despite the fact that we were clearly watching it. She then proceeded to take out a full tube of pringles and a tub of haggen daz and munch them down in a wholly unladylike manner. We left fairly quick and spent the rest of the evening in the back garden. It's probably not the most disgusting thing i've seen but it was pretty grim.
One lucky friend of mine walked in on her while she was on the toilet, he's not been the same since.

 

[herv]

By the way, a certain lad on this Thumped has, I know, a tremendous tale about some maggots that I hope he will tell.....ahem.....Wherever he is, I'm still sick just thinking about it.

i think brian's story about the pig farm is pretty priceless.

 

[jane]

i saw two guys fightin in town and one of them stabbed the other guy with a broken bottle , that was gick

Ugh. Once, in Italy, I saw a guy get his face slashed open with a broken beer bottle. I was standing about three feet away, and while I remember it in slow motion, it all happened so fast that I couldn't stop it. One guy broke the bottle on a low wall behind him, and a big, loud, 'Nooooooooooooo!' came out of my mouth, just as he swung it around and slashed the guy's face right open. It was horrible, truly horrible. The big mess with the police was even weirder. Under Italian law, everyone involved in a fight has to be arrested, so once they took Franco (the guy who had his face slashed) to the hospital to stitch him up, they marched him straight to jail.

Responding to the pleas of the wives and mothers, a few of us went down to the police station to try to get the people we knew let go (stupid, I know, but hey, these women were practically keening). The cops practically chased us out of the place, and while we were being shoved out the door, I almost walked right into a walking bloody, mangled mess, which, when I looked up, turned out to be the vaguely-stitched-up Franco, handcuffed and being led to the slammer, still soaked with his own blood.



That same summer, I also saw a mangy stray dog give itself a blow job to completion.

 

[mark]

was on a trip to the isle of man years ago with a collage hockey team. great skit. lots of boozing. anyway, our goalie was this lad from middlesbrough called robin. i think it was 96/97, the year 'brough were in 2 cup finals. anyway, on the way back to london on the sunday, after middlesbrough had either lost or drawn the worthington cup final, robin was getting flack from the home counties sods down the back of the bus. in some foolhardy, drunken show of bravado, robin decided to piss in a bottle and drink it. mankey, then he was passed another bottle of piss from the back of the bus. drank it. they then kept coming. i stopped looking and covered my ears, but i reckon he got through 5 or 6 bottles of alien piss. then there was the inevitable smell of his inevitable vomit......................choice.

 

[jane]

i think brian's story about the pig farm is pretty priceless.

Yeah, even with all of my nasty stories combined, they can't come close to the foulness of that one. Amazing.

Brian, please tell it again!

 

[SONYMEGADRIVE]

i saw a dog getting mangled by a bus i was on - that was pretty gnarly. it's leg was hanging off and it's stomach was all gashed open - my friend pointed and shouted "LOOK AT THAT!!!" which was really funny and then the bus driver stood up and was like "NO! DON'T LOOK AT IT!" - then the dude just kept repeating "at least it wasn't a child" over and over - youse guys have no idea how much i miss the 47B. dog was fuckin hobblin around for around 20 seconds in this daze until it found a verge of grass to stop at and someone somehow produced a big towel to put over it.

andrew

 

[Ex-User (250)]

that video clip of that russian guy kicking the other guy in the face that was posted here a while ago... i almost got sick after seeing it. that really really disturbed me... thanks for making me think about it again, sheeeesh.

 

[herv]

i do remember an incident when i was living in germany. i was staying in student accommodation (basically part of and old american army base) and there were 7 of us to a floor with a common kitchen and bathroom. the bathroom had 3 sinks, a shower and a tiny seperate toilet. we were on the bottom floor, and there were about 6 floors above us. the plumbing in the place was pretty wierd as well, if you were having a dump, and someone on the floor above you was having a dump, you'd hear the turd whoosh down the pipe behind you and off to wherever it was going.

one day in the height of a very hot summer i was in my room, and one of the girls that lived there was in the kitchen. suddenly there was a loud *thawhump* and both myself and the girl walked out to see what the matter was. she said the noise seemed to have come from the loo, so we went in. the bathroom seemed fine, no probs there. but when i opened the toilet door.... devastation. the toilet had pretty much exploded. and all the shit from the toilets upstairs had joined in as well. its safe to say that you really couldn't see the walls for toilet roll and shit. it was everywhere.

we both put our sleeves over our mouths, it was horrible. shit in every form and size, shit mixed with blood (one of the reasons it became blocked we subsequently found out was that there was months of old tampons down there) shit mixed with sweetcorn (there was a girl there who practically lived on the stuff), the list goes on.

we were both pretty grossed out. and then, just as we were about to go to the caretaker to report it, a majorally large lump of shit detached itself from the roof and missed me by inches.