And not as in drunk, but as in a fucked up person.
After seeing the thread about teaching kids to cross the road this popped up on my mind. We all have those little moments when we realize we have a morbid side to us. My example: I've been working at a graveyard all summer (gardening work, that sort of thing.) One day I noticed a grave where a 4-day old baby had been buried.
His surname: Fatal. I'm not kidding.
I chuckled a little, and immediately stepped back and thought "Dude, I know it was sort of funny, but that's fucked up". The moment's been stuck on my mind ever since.
So, your similar experiences?
captcha: exceedingly well read. Why thank you, finally someone noticed!
After seeing the thread about teaching kids to cross the road this popped up on my mind. We all have those little moments when we realize we have a morbid side to us. My example: I've been working at a graveyard all summer (gardening work, that sort of thing.) One day I noticed a grave where a 4-day old baby had been buried.
His surname: Fatal. I'm not kidding.
I chuckled a little, and immediately stepped back and thought "Dude, I know it was sort of funny, but that's fucked up". The moment's been stuck on my mind ever since.
So, your similar experiences?
captcha: exceedingly well read. Why thank you, finally someone noticed!