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i was just watching the news, and someone found a live toad in their food at McDonalds. also.... a few nights ago i was out with some friends, and one of my friends told a story about a girl she works with's sister. supposedly she woke up one morning, a couple of weeks ago, with a reallly sore throat and went to the hospital for it. while the doctor was looking in the girls throat, he got startled and started yelling "you're discusting, what's wrong with you!!" then proceeded to call the cops. the girl stared freaking out, saying, "what's wrong?!? what's wrong with me?!" and the doctor told her she had maggots in her throat... and that the only way you get maggots in your throat, is if you're dead, or performing sexual acts on a dead body. the girls boyfriend works at a local morgue, and the night before she went into the hospital, she spent the night with her boyfriend, and gave him a blowjob, right after he got out of work. the world has gone to hell. talk amongst yourselves. |
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Its not necrophilia. Its just morgue sex. Oh wait, that doesn't explain how the boyfriend gave her maggots. Oh, so the boyfriend fucked a dead person? |
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Sounds like a fun day out... |
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I prefer my McToad well done. |
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yeah, and then little larvi (sp?) got caught in his penis or whatever, and then it was in her throat. supposedly, the doctor had to pick them out with really long tweasers. .... i'm reallllly bored, and wish i had more beer. |
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That also sounds like a fun day out... |
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that story should be on the internet!! oh wait. |
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yeh ! yeh ! |
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Is it hte first time you have a heard a necrophelia story like that one? Stuff like that used to happen around a village not to far up the road from where i used to live which is kind of disturbing. The story is pretty much the same except she found maggots in her pants. |
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Did somebody die or was it my soul snapping in two? |
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personally i like to keep a stash of fresh maggots both about the groin and throat. they eat all the bacteria away leaving one fresh, clean and healthy. As for toads, they are full of protein. |
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:( |
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Shall i apologise now? |
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why would you apologize? |
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Well... I am not sure really... I guess that this sucks right? |
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well i guess si.... skink, i wish you had aim. |
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Well i know it isn't instant but e-mail is good plus my mind is working like a slice liver presently, i need the time to think at the moment. |
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my completely insensitive contribution to this thread: TSOL-Code Blue "CODE BLUE!... never got along with the girls at my school... ...filling me up with all the (malls?) and their rules... ...(something, something, something... something that rhymes with "head")... ...i'd rather go out and FUCK THE DEAD! ...cause i can do what i want and they don't complain... ...i wanna fuck, i wanna fuck the dead... ...middle of the night, so silently... ...i creep on over to the mortuary... ...lift up the casket, and fiddle with the dead... ...their cold-blue flesh, makes me turn read... ...do what i want, and they don't__complain... ...i wanna fuck, i wanna fuck the dead... ...and i don't even care__how__she died... ...but i like it better if she smells of__formaldehyde! (etc.)" seriously though... it's a sweet song, dudes... *fondly remembers listening to punk back in junior high* |
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I quite liked that song actually! |
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It's sweet... very cool slinky guitars... |
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I can't really remember now it has been a long time since i heard it. |
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The maggot story is a common urban legend that has been told by many for a long time, and it's always "my sister's boyfriend's uncle's plumber dated this girl who...". |
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McToad... uahahahah... |
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well i cant believe i read this. i am glad i spend time here. its easy to lose hope in humanity |
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IT'S A FUCKING LIE. |
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there could be an ? infestations of maggots in the throat & gut seem to be fairly common in rabbits, according to google. i remember that song, deadeight; a guy i was at school with had it on some punk-o-rama compilation. |
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oh yeah, punk o rama 2 with the epitaph symbol pissing on a brick wall or something like that... i can still listen to a lot of stuff on the first few punk-o-ramas... except that i lost them all at a bush party way back in the day... |
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hahahahahahhahaaha thats fucking awesome xltronic: always a new great way to start the day! |
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This is like something kids in primary school tell each other. |
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hahaha its EXACTLY like something kids tell each other in primary school. like the story about the woman who bought a mcchicken sandwich, bit into it - thought that it had rather a lot of salad cream in it - then realised he piece of chicken had an abcess. or when you're really young and kids at school are only just starting to discuss sex, despite not knowing what it is; people spread rumours about 'mars-bar parties' - when guys and girls turn up at a house, get naked.. the guy eats the mars-bar, marianne faithfull stylée, using the girl as a human chocolate bar holder (look ma, no hands!) and then they use the mars-bar-wrapper as a sort of improvised method of contraception (ow). or the girl who came home and used cat/dog food (delete as applicable) to entice her dog/cat (delete as applicable) to.. gratify her - unaware that a local/national (delete as applicable) tv station camera crew were hiding in the cupboard/next room (delete as applicable) with her favourite 'surprise!-you-get-to-meet-your-favourite-celebrity-for-a-d film/pop star (delete as applicable & choose a name) for a ay' show.. all urban myths that have reared their ugly heads at some point over the course of my life. yawn |
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hey.. xlt started switiching the words around again on my post. why DOES it do that every so often? |
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HAHAHA... out of those three I only heard the one about the Mars Bar parties, but oh man that was funny. Another common one was that the school was built on a graveyard or an old burial ground. These rumours all pale in comparison to the one I started about the headteacher not knowing how to tie his shoelaces, though. |
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hahahahahahahahaaahahahahahaahahaa that's a genial idea, mate. and i don't bestow the mantle of genius lightly. that's absolutely brilliant. i can see that one really taking off as well. the marsbarparty story was great though. the kind of thing that everyone thought was really underground. if only we had known what really went on in the world, that would have seemed pretty tame.. we had the graveyeard ones too. as for the teachers - our head actually was mentally ill, so there wasn't uch you could say about him that wasn't already true. i seem to recall a lot of "this teacher's gay" or "these teachers are having an affair" or "this teacher's going through some sort of emotional breakdown" rumours doing the rounds. more often than not, they turned out to be true. |
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hahahaha....we acccused one of our teachers of being a paedophile and he ended up resigning. Oh wait...thinking about it...it was a bit of a shitty thing to do. |
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one that i remember from being at university was the story about the medic who broke the rules and took a piece of their john doe out of the lab. (it's illegal to remove any part of your practice-dissection cadaver from the department).. predictably enough, the young medic in question removes his corpse's penis. then, according to which version of the story you hear, he either pokes it through his flies in a public toilet and stands at the urinal or he walks down the street with it on display. then a policeman either stops him for flashing or comes in to the public toilets to use them himself. at this point the medic pulls out a scalpel and proceeds to cut 'his' penis off in front of the policeman - who then faints. every univeristy i've ever visited has this story. once again, it's not true. |
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It was true...for I was that medic. |
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there's another one from the medical dept which made it's way round to me through various people while i was at uni. abiut a medic who gets assign their dissection cadaver, pulls back the veil and sees a recently deceased member of their family's face staring back at them. they didn't know their grandmother/grandfather/aunt/uncle/mum/dad had left their body to medical science. the university had not made the connection between the student and the john doe. the end. |
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i've always wanted to meet you. |
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then he made love to the corpse, went home, bolted his load in his girlfriends mouth and she visited the doctor the next day with throat maggots...and thus the circle is complete. |
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I found maggots in a rubbish bin the other day. Oddly enough, they were conglomerating around an empty computer parts box and straying far, far away from the rotten food nearby. Odd. |
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OMG electronic maggots...your bins boyfriend has been fucking dead people. |
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last one (for now) my absolute favourite - my dad told me this one years ago. a guy was asleep on morning and he was having the most horrendous dream about being in revolutionnary-france and being led to the guiloteen for execution. slowly he is made to walk up each step, across the creaking wooden boards. he places his head through the hole at the bottom of the guilloteen, staring in to the wicker basket, placed there to catch his severed head. his wife, who is lying next to him in bed notices her husband is murmering in his sleep, lying face down in his pillow, and sweating profusely. as she reaches over to run her fingers through is hair, and wake him gently, she touches the nape of his neck and he dies instantly. petrified, his heart had given out from fear. |
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now, if you tell that well enough to someone young/gullible enough - they'll believe you. even funnier are the people who work it out, but not for a very long time. |
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obviously it's effect is nullified when it's written down. |
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I count maggots when I go to sleep |
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my friend's dad used to put maggots in his mouth when he went fishing in the early morning. it warms them up, makes them easier to hook on and ensures that your bait is wrrrigling when it hits the water. |
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gross.... are you sure there stories are all made up (including tragedy's ones)?? = / |
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*these |
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sounds like a new entry for urbanlegend.com... |
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I once went fishing with my dad and all of his mates when I was about 7. They had a load of maggots so I thought it would be really impressive if I put one on my tongue, shut my mouth and opened it again with the maggot still there. Sure enough, I swallowed the maggot accidentally and cried for the rest of the day. |
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