I was a little lit the other night and we went to Hungry Howies for some pizza and on the way out i thought i could make it across the road so i started runnin and i guess i miscalculated the speed of the car comin down the road. I made it about halfway and realized I was goin to get creamed so i turned the afterburners on and i made it across but i felt the wind of that bastard and then i proceeded to almost have a heartattack. Ive been really carefull since that night.
Yeah, we were playing Russian Roulette, and I put the bullet in so I knew it would get Death, not me. I totally cheated him. Then he touched me. And...I lost.
mine was drowning,drugs 2 times. i an jucky to be alive.didn't happen on the same day and not on drugs when drowning.one of the times i was on drugs i did die but the next day came back.the other time on drugs ina coma for 2 years but then came back.wow
So almost dying wasn't enough, but you had to almost die twice? Gee, not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, huh? And if you still do drugs...well, you're just plain retarded.
i only do a little weed sometimes now. ok the drugs i did was coke and the other was asid a lot. when i was yonger and stuped. but now i don't do any other drugs at all now but a little weed on x-mass and birthday.i don't do any drugs any other time of the year.those drugs scard me straight.
i rag dolled half way down a mountain snow boarding once. id like to say I walked away from it, but i got knocked out and went into seziures so bad I pissed myself. ski patrol had to drag me down the mountain in a sled. But an hour later I was fine. other than few sprains and a concusion I got off scott free. I was told I shouldnt but i went back out he next day anyways. I just took it easy
In 1974, I was in a bike accident where I got sliced up pretty bad. It missed my artery by a 1/8 of an inch. In 1978 I was swimming, and encountered to baby Hammerheads. (Mommy is usually pretty close by..I didn't stick around)
I had menengitis when I was about 2... it was in my throat and my throat closed over. Thank god for Sick Kids in Toronto... they did this awesome procedure that totally saved me, and I don't even have a scar or anything at all. And they didn't get mad when I hurled on their floor. Isn't that weird... my throat is closed over so much I can't breathe, but still open enough to puke violently... kids...
hmmm well i stepped on a brown snake that could have bit me and killed me but i guess thats pretty lame. my life has been boring. oh and the car hitting me but i pretty much walked away from that but if id been hit harder it would have been worse. but i really cant complain
yeah nothing quite like having your pissed pants cut off you half way up mountain with a crowd of people watching. they thought I had broken leg but it was just a rat crapper in my lower leg pocket... dummies they where $270 pants I came to after my trousers and skivs where removed so I didnt get a say In the matter.
One time me and death were playing chess. Death got up to go take a dump and I moved his king's rook so that I could mate on the next move. He came back from the shitter and didn't notice that I had moved his piece and I won the next turn because I had dum duM DUM . . . . CHEATED DEATH!! TADA hehehe
I am not kidding when I say: Great minds think alike. I was going to say that I switched the board around but, you know same basic concept. Anyways, my real way of cheating death is when my brother's car lit up in flames and for no reason went out by itself. it was a mystery to the Fire Marshal guy
I am pretty sure I died two times, but somehow I fail to understand that and I am still alive. I think.
hmmmm from drugs at least three times alcohol two times me trying to kill myself two times(that were very close, like to hospital i go) car wreak once(semi sideed me instead of driving over on top of me) hmmmm theres more but cant think of them