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Lemme take the time to tell you a little story about reverse fishing. (In Soviet Russia, Fish catch YOU. That’s basically the whole explanation of this story.)
I was at the beach with my mom, brother and stepdad. We had gotten into the water with a school of bait fish, and we were all having good fun until I felt something pinch my foot. I held up my foot and yelled “THERE’S SOMETHING ON MY FOOT GETITOFFGETITOFFGETISOFF!!!” thinking it was a crab or something, right? Wrong. It turned out someone had a double hook line that happened to gave a bluefish on one hook. Well, the bluefish snapped the line, leaving one hook open. It just happened to slip under my foot as I stepped down and the damn hook went right up into the ball of my right foot and out. I limped up onto the beach, my bother got the fish off and let it do, and the guy who’s line it was cut off the other hook, threw it into the water and gave me another one to look at while the doctor got the first one out of my foot. Yeah, I had to go to the hospital, which is an hour and 10 minutes away from where I live, the barb of the hook was keeping it from coming out. The girl numbs up my foot, which for some reason it felt like she was sticking the 10 inch needle into my left foot instead of my right, got the hook out and left me with my feet sitting in a little pan of orange soapy water, or something. I walked on out of there feeling fine, and I felt completely and totally fine until about midnight, which is when I had to hobble down the stairs with my gimp foot because nobody would get me a fuckin’ glass of water. I ended up having to go to school with it two days after, since my mother let me stay home the next day. So I stood there all day, and one time asking wasn’t enough, every one of them asked me 5 times Got me out of gym, though..
This has been a story from my life which I know you didn’t read.
May I just say..
I hate Hawaii because of the GIGANTIC COCKROACHES
Honestly. There’s one somewhere around here…
It’s in the kitchen..
and it’s the size of a fucking half dollar.
I shit you not. It’s scaring the living shit out of me and I don’t know
*Sits in a corner and cries*
I’m gonna post a video of my brother busting his ass at a skatepark, and we made a bet that if I got over 100 notes on it, I get to throw two eggs at him and get it on video. But I’m gonna throw a little something else in there. I’m gonna put tape in front of the door so when he goes to go inside (Because I’m not doing that inside) He’ll walk into a web of tape. :D
I know, it’s idiotic but I’ve always wanted to throw something at my brother and not get in trouble for it. This is my fucking chance. Please guys? Please?
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