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Mister Foreman and Mister Herrington easily got bored on long voyages.
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He got eviler with every birthday.
Poor Benedict. I didn't mean to be nasty, but when I saw the original photo, I couldn't help but do some photoshopping.
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(Tue 17th Apr 2007, 9:13, More)
Poor Benedict. I didn't mean to be nasty, but when I saw the original photo, I couldn't help but do some photoshopping.
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original photo
(Tue 17th Apr 2007, 9:13, More)
Mister Foreman and Mister Herrington easily got bored on long voyages.
(Fri 15th Apr 2005, 17:50, More)
He was never seen again
/edit: Second FP in one day! This is the happiest day of my life! Thank you!
(Mon 20th Sep 2004, 20:15, More)
/edit: Second FP in one day! This is the happiest day of my life! Thank you!
(Mon 20th Sep 2004, 20:15, More)
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» When animals attack...
Zombie Bugs
One night during a Boy Scout camp I woke up by a terrible noise, appearing from my right side. Looking around in the tent, I notized everbody else was still asleep. There it was again, that crackling, hissing noise, sounding strangely near, just like "in my head". Once I recognized that the noise actually *was* in my head, respectively in my ear, and simultaneously the image of some brain-eating-zombie-bugs came to my mind, I panickly digged into my bags, looking for some cotton swabs to crush those predators before they could disable me by eating my central nervous system. After some minutes of stabbing my ear, I managed to kill those bastards and laid down for sleep.
The next morning I shared my experience with my friends, but they laughted at me. Fools. During the rest of the camp, I sealed my ears with pieces of cotton wool, saving my delicous brain from those zombie-bugs.
(Mon 6th Jun 2005, 8:58, More)
Zombie Bugs
One night during a Boy Scout camp I woke up by a terrible noise, appearing from my right side. Looking around in the tent, I notized everbody else was still asleep. There it was again, that crackling, hissing noise, sounding strangely near, just like "in my head". Once I recognized that the noise actually *was* in my head, respectively in my ear, and simultaneously the image of some brain-eating-zombie-bugs came to my mind, I panickly digged into my bags, looking for some cotton swabs to crush those predators before they could disable me by eating my central nervous system. After some minutes of stabbing my ear, I managed to kill those bastards and laid down for sleep.
The next morning I shared my experience with my friends, but they laughted at me. Fools. During the rest of the camp, I sealed my ears with pieces of cotton wool, saving my delicous brain from those zombie-bugs.
(Mon 6th Jun 2005, 8:58, More)
» When animals attack...
About firemen and gophers
This didn't happen to me - I read this in an online magazine, but I love it for its tragicomical touch.
In the woods of Oregon/USA there still are some fire towers, where firemen used to look out for forest fires. It was a very, very lonesome job: sometimes the fireman (one per fire tower) didn't see any other human being for months.
So one day one lonesome fireman decided to form a friendship with a gopher. Unfortunately, the gopher seemed to be a little bitch. It bit the man into his nose - so hard, his eys swoll, and he couldn't see anyting anymore. His next colleague, stationed 40 miles away, had to travel through the woods in order to bring him to a hospital.
I guess this is what to expect when trusting in nature's friendlyness. I really love the impression of the fireman, purring "Will you be my friend?" while holding the little black bitch next to his face, followed by a cracking sound (like the one from a hearty bite into an apple) and the echos of some sweary curses echoing through the endless, foggy woods of Oregon/USA.
You can read the original article here, in German language)
(Mon 6th Jun 2005, 12:52, More)
About firemen and gophers
This didn't happen to me - I read this in an online magazine, but I love it for its tragicomical touch.
In the woods of Oregon/USA there still are some fire towers, where firemen used to look out for forest fires. It was a very, very lonesome job: sometimes the fireman (one per fire tower) didn't see any other human being for months.
So one day one lonesome fireman decided to form a friendship with a gopher. Unfortunately, the gopher seemed to be a little bitch. It bit the man into his nose - so hard, his eys swoll, and he couldn't see anyting anymore. His next colleague, stationed 40 miles away, had to travel through the woods in order to bring him to a hospital.
I guess this is what to expect when trusting in nature's friendlyness. I really love the impression of the fireman, purring "Will you be my friend?" while holding the little black bitch next to his face, followed by a cracking sound (like the one from a hearty bite into an apple) and the echos of some sweary curses echoing through the endless, foggy woods of Oregon/USA.
You can read the original article here, in German language)
(Mon 6th Jun 2005, 12:52, More)