Trust

Well it was nice knowing you...

Can I have the rest of the stickers when you die?

Rambino thinning out the staff again?

I don't know if thats trust or not. I'd call it more along the lines of stupidity/carelessness.

Good luck.


Edited by ¤ Råp¡Ð F¡rè ¤ - 10 January 2008 at 1:21am

lol@ded

pcf is my hero

procarbinefreak wrote: btw, 60 work weeks aren't fun.

But the money is.

I once let a cheerleader talk me into getting stabbed by a needle.

Never again.

I've told it before, but here you go:

My high school was having a blood drive and they got the cheerleaders to go around signing people up. I remember her clearly. Her name was Erin. You may as well have handed the pen directly to my wang.

I'm not exactly afriad of needles, but I HATE having blood drawn, and this is why.

I was horribly traumatized by an idiot when I went to give blood. She tried putting the needle, which I'm pretty sure was bigger than her little finger, into my arm, missing the huge vein that was standing out and begging to be torn assunder and ended up going into my bicep's tendon, and, knowing that she was pushing through it, asked if she could just go ahead and keep pushing. HELL NO. Then she asked if she could stick me again. HELL NO.

So she pulled it back and pushed it forward and twisted it around and around, pushing the needle in and out over and over again, (I nearly threw up it was so nauseating) and when the blood finally kept flowing she went to mark the bag. She hadn't taped down the needle and it slid out of my arm. I remember it clearly. It felt hard and smooth like a waterslide, and my very life's blood spurted from my arm about a foot high. The first spurt had me confused. The second spurt had my full attention and I slapped two fingers over the hole. The lady stood back up and asked if she could put it back in, casually, as if she were commenting on the weather. I wasn't about to let the hack touch me again, let alone with a needle that was now on the gym floor. I bruised from my elbow to my wrist, and it hurt for a couple of days where she had driven the needle in and out.

I hate that woman and now I absolutely hate having blood drawn. I would rather have dangerous doses of my medication in my system than have blood drawn to check it. I cannot get that image of blood squirting out of my arm like that out of my head.

I no longer trust cheerleaders. Devious, dangerous cheerleaders. They will lure you in and tear you down. They also use underage sex to sell you on carwashes. Evil.

reifidom wrote: I no longer trust cheerleaders. Devious, dangerous cheerleaders. They will lure you in and tear you down. They also use underage sex to sell you on carwashes. Evil.

Oh how I do hate that.

Why was a cheerleader doing the blood drawing in the first place? Don't they have people that know what theyre doing?