Urban Legend

[zombiewoof23]

Here is something somebody forwarded me today on Myspace. This reminds me of the urban legend about acid that everybody has heard. You know the one, there are different variations, about "this guy I know," or a "friend of a friend" who had a sheet in his pocket and he was either running from the cops and sweated, or it started raining and the acid soaked through to his skin. Now he's in a mental ward and thinks he's a cup of orange juice. I've heard that story so many times, in several states. It always cracked me up each and every time I heard it. I never stopped anybody, I always wanted to hear the whole story to see how it's changed over the years. It must be from some old DARE program or something. Anyways here's a different one I just got forwarded to me.

Hi. My name is Lauren Archer, my son Kevin and I lived in Midland,TN. On October 2nd, 1999 I took my only son to McDonald's for his 3rd birthday. After he finished lunch, I allowed him to play in the ball pit. When he started whining later on, I asked him what was wrong, he pointed to the back of his pull-up and simply said "Mommy, it hurts." I couldn't find anything wrong with him at that time. I bathed him when we got home, and it was at that point when I found a welt on his left buttock. Upon investigating, it seemed as if there was something like a splinter under the welt. I made an appointment to see the doctor the next day, but soon he started vomiting and shaking, then his eyes rolled back into his head. From there, we went to the emergency room. He died later that night. It turned out that the welt on his buttock was the tip of a hypodermic needle that had broken off inside. The autopsy revealed that Kevin had died from a heroine overdose. The next week, the police removed the balls from the ball pit. There was rotten food, several hypodermic needles: some full, some used; knives, half-eaten candy, diapers, ***, and the stench of urine.

Kinda touches your heart doesn't it. What pisses me off is those careless junkies could have made better use of that loaded syringe. I mean to waste perfectly good dope, c'mon. Comments anybody or other comical urban legends anybody would like to share?

[Frontier Psychiatrist]

I call bullshit. The dosage required for a heroin overdose (even for a small child) is more than what would be on the tip of a needle ESPECIALLY intramuscularly. Those chain letters are undoubtedly stupid, but always laughable due to inaccuracies through ignorance.

[zombiewoof23]

I call bullshit. The dosage required for a heroin overdose (even for a small child) is more than what would be on the tip of a needle ESPECIALLY intramuscularly. Those chain letters are undoubtedly stupid, but always laughable due to inaccuracies through ignorance.

Egggsactly or what junky do you know who would be so careless with their stash. Or where it talks about multiple syringes like a ball pen is some sort of junky hang out. The other part I failed to mention was that the chain letter was of course titled in all caps: THE MOST IMPORTANT BULLETIN YOU COULD EVER READ. It also reminds me of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas at the DEA convention where they mention how you can spot a pot head by the encrusted semen on his pants from constantly jacking off as he looks for his next rape victim. Something like that....lol

[caesee]

[quote=zombiewoof23]Here is something somebody forwarded me today on Myspace. This reminds me of the urban legend about acid that everybody has heard. You know the one, there are different variations, about "this guy I know," or a "friend of a friend" who had a sheet in his pocket and he was either running from the cops and sweated, or it started raining and the acid soaked through to his skin. Now he's in a mental ward and thinks he's a cup of orange juice. I've heard that story so many times, in several states. It always cracked me up each and every time I heard it. I never stopped anybody, I always wanted to hear the whole story to see how it's changed over the years. It must be from some old DARE program or something. Anyways here's a different one I just got forwarded to me.[quote]

lol i heard that many of times. I was comming up from a dessert party many years ago and well we had tons of cash, E, and some L left over..We got pulles over and I put about 23-26 black pyramids (gel caps) in my sock to be safe...the cop fucked with us then let us go without a serch, after we pulled away I went to grab the L and my ankle and my sock were both black..the sons o'bitchs popped!! anyways I baked my melon, it was an intense trip

[goagirl23]

That's one of the worst I have heard yet. If they're going to waste their time writing stories like that, they could at least make the dosage somewhat close to what it would be to kill the kid. At least the stories with L involve a few sheets or vials or something remotley believable.

[zombiewoof23]

I just sent the Hunter S. Thompson rant all sarcastically to the bulletin poster, because the person who sent it to me happens to smoke marijuana. Also told her to help protect our rights by not helping spread that kind of garbage. She promptly got the point and removed the bulletin. I usually don't open any chain letters, just happened to get a wild hair up my ass this time. This one happened to amuse me and annoy me at the same time.

Caesee, you're one mellow cup of orange juice.

[Cornburglar]

ok.... sorry for the double post!

[Cornburglar]

<snip>

lol i heard that many of times. I was comming up from a dessert party many years ago and well <snip>

mmmmmmmmm........dessert

[chemboy7]

The syringes and knives are an exageration but I could see it being plausable that there would be urine and maybe even diapers in those ball pits. I know when I was very young, 4 or 5, I stood up on the rail of the ball pit at Chucky Cheese's and let it rip all over every ball I could hit. My parents were so embarassed, I'm sure... I still hear about it to this day. I don't remember the incident myself, so I am unsure if there were any children in the pit at the time, I sure hope not, I can only imagine what they were thinking if they were. "What is that kid doing up there? He's reaching into his pants! ugh, UGH, HE'S PISSING ALL OVER US!!!" Most children were not as spontaneous as me, but I am sure that there have been more than a few kids to tinkle in the ball pits... kinda like pissing in the pool, just sit there pissing trying to look innocent and hoping that no one comes close enough to feel the temp change of your rebellion. Needless to say, that was the last birthday party I ever attended at Chucky Cheese's. :D

[Opiyum]

I remember being scared of the ball pit as a child because I tought it was full of water. I dont know why I assumed that. Understanding the brain of a young child is something I could never pretend to do.

[poonwhalla]

I know this guy who got crabs from going into a ball pit they had in a club in NYC once. it was like the tunnel or club USA some shit like that it was a while ago

[HistoryofMadness]

It also reminds me of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas at the DEA convention where they mention how you can spot a pot head by the encrusted semen on his pants from constantly jacking off as he looks for his next rape victim.

LOL H.S.T. was a bad mutha... what? I'm just talkin'bout hunter.


lol i heard that many of times. I was comming up from a dessert party many years ago and well we had tons of cash, E, and some L left over..We got pulles over and I put about 23-26 black pyramids (gel caps) in my sock to be safe...the cop fucked with us then let us go without a serch, after we pulled away I went to grab the L and my ankle and my sock were both black..the sons o'bitchs popped!! anyways I baked my melon, it was an intense trip

Haha are you trying to start your own legend now? You're gonna have to go much futher than that. For examples I recommend the DEA website.

The syringes and knives are an exageration but I could see it being plausable that there would be urine and maybe even diapers in those ball pits. I know when I was very young, 4 or 5, I stood up on the rail of the ball pit at Chucky Cheese's and let it rip all over every ball I could hit.

Wow this is a good time for a 'note to self' - where did you say you were from LOL:confused:

[Cornburglar]

Here is something somebody forwarded me today on Myspace. This reminds me of the urban legend about acid that everybody has heard. You know the one, there are different variations, about "this guy I know," or a "friend of a friend" who had a sheet in his pocket and he was either running from the cops and sweated, or it started raining and the acid soaked through to his skin. Now he's in a mental ward and thinks he's a cup of orange juice. I've heard that story so many times, in several states. It always cracked me up each and every time I heard it. I never stopped anybody, I always wanted to hear the whole story to see how it's changed over the years. It must be from some old DARE program or something. Anyways here's a different one I just got forwarded to me.

Hi. My name is Lauren Archer, my son Kevin and I lived in Midland,TN. On October 2nd, 1999 I took my only son to McDonald's for his 3rd birthday. After he finished lunch, I allowed him to play in the ball pit. When he started whining later on, I asked him what was wrong, he pointed to the back of his pull-up and simply said "Mommy, it hurts." I couldn't find anything wrong with him at that time. I bathed him when we got home, and it was at that point when I found a welt on his left buttock. Upon investigating, it seemed as if there was something like a splinter under the welt. I made an appointment to see the doctor the next day, but soon he started vomiting and shaking, then his eyes rolled back into his head. From there, we went to the emergency room. He died later that night. It turned out that the welt on his buttock was the tip of a hypodermic needle that had broken off inside. The autopsy revealed that Kevin had died from a heroine overdose. The next week, the police removed the balls from the ball pit. There was rotten food, several hypodermic needles: some full, some used; knives, half-eaten candy, diapers, ***, and the stench of urine.

Kinda touches your heart doesn't it. What pisses me off is those careless junkies could have made better use of that loaded syringe. I mean to waste perfectly good dope, c'mon. Comments anybody or other comical urban legends anybody would like to share?

You know, this just makes me think of those stupid fucking FWD messages people send out, usually top posted with some personalized note to the 35,000 people to whom the message is sent. The note usually says something along these lines: "You guys, I'm sorry... I never forward these things but this one is TRUE. I swear to god, it happened to the guy that walks my cousin's sister's brother in law's uncle's friend's dog. " Usually, I do one of two things when I receive one of these ignorant intrusions into my inbox (hey... alliteration). I either 1. reply to the person with only this in the body of the message: http://www.snopes.com. So that they might get the hint, go and search out the legend themselves and see that they are really gulliable. Or... 2. I respond to the entire address list with some really fucked up, bizarre piece of fiction. The best by far was a response say about 3 pages of text long about my first beer and the retarded kid that lived next door. It was entirely made up but it got my point across completely. I wish I could find it to post. Anyway, this usually beats the original sender into submission through the very efficient route of complete humiliation. In other words, they're so embarassed to have the misfortune of not only knowing me but of having me in their addressbook that I never see one of those silly FWD messages from them again.

In general most people, save for opiophiles, are complete morons and will believe anything they read in an email with the letters FWD in the subject line. Anything I see fitting that description immediately sets off my bullshit sensor. I'm not waiting for any money from Microsoft or Disney. I've taken a basic survey of business math in high school so I know stonewalling with the gas companies won't do shit (I mean, come on... this has got to be the dumbest of them all... don't buy gas and then the prices will go down.... NO DUMBFUCK! Don't buy gas and the prices GO UP so that Oily McSlickrichprick can make up his losses).

[Coddfish]

Does anybody have an idea on who makes that crap up and why? My family, excluding my dad and me, are the worst suckers for that crap, and I get shit about free gift certificates from Outback Steakhouse, and gas boycotts all the f'ng time. What's the point?? Who would waste time making this stuff and sending it out??
BTW, my WHOLE F'N FAMILY is on the verge of being put on my "ignore" list, despite my pleading with them to CUT IT OUT!!.


--"I believe virtually everything I read, and I think that is what makes me more of a selective human than someone who doesn't believe anything." --David St. Hubbins

[Cornburglar]

Does anybody have an idea on who makes that crap up and why? My family, excluding my dad and me, are the worst suckers for that crap, and I get shit about free gift certificates from Outback Steakhouse, and gas boycotts all the f'ng time. What's the point?? Who would waste time making this stuff and sending it out??
BTW, my WHOLE F'N FAMILY is on the verge of being put on my "ignore" list, despite my pleading with them to CUT IT OUT!!.


--"I believe virtually everything I read, and I think that is what makes me more of a selective human than someone who doesn't believe anything." --David St. Hubbins

codd... here is one of the several long winded replies I've written to someone's entire mail list when they sent me a silly FWD. Needless to say, I've not gotten another one from that person.. just imagine who's on that list... family, co-workers....LOL


Why for goodness sakes, I am entirely offended. I mean, what kind of day and age is this in which such god-awful filth can be crudely sketched and colored into cutesy little cartoons. I mean it reminds me of my first beer… man I remember that day. I was 9 years old. My neighbor’s retarded friend had just stolen a 12 pack of Genesee Cream Ale from the Bells market down the way… he was retarded mind you so he stole warm beer. As I cracked a warm cream ale (I feel dirty just saying that… maybe someone should sketch a crude cartoon) I remember the way the foamy beer felt against my skin as it dribbled down my arm. I slurped at its musky warm opening (here we go with the cartoon again) and swallowed a mouth full of suds. Disgusted, I threw the mostly full beer on the ground as I proceeded to gag. My neighbor’s retarded friend began mumbling something; speaking in tongues no doubt, retards and their foreign languages. I swaggered out of the hot tool shed and the world seemed purple. At this time, for no discernable reason that I can recall, just being a dumb kid, I picked up a full can of Genesee Cream ale and hurled it into oblivion, which also happened to be my neighbor’s parent’s beautiful picture window. As the projectile shattered the glass, I remembered thinking: “Holy fuck. That’s some crazy shit!” Then I ran. With a 9 year old’s swallow of hot beer and the fear creeping up my innards, I felt a juicy bout of the old squirts coming on but I mentally corked that one. What a clusterfuck that would be… me running home with beer on my breath, all freaked out and a nice pile of pudding in my shorts. So, I struggled, “What the hell am I going to do now?” I initially thought of burning my neighbor’s house and the shed with the beer, my neighbors and the retard all inside, but that’s not me… I’m a cool cat, non-violent baby; except for that one bird one time.. oh, and about 100 toads… sorry guys. At any rate, I did what any clear thinking 9 year old would do… I started crying… loud as fuck… and I cried and cried until someone came out of the house. Then I told em’ “That retard made me drink beer and then he bet me $100.00 that I wouldn’t throw a full beer at the house… and now the fucker won’t pay.” The fake tears really lent a lot to this as you can all well imagine as someone in my family who shall remain nameless (grandpa) went to strangle that poor retard and steal what was left of his 12 pack… yousee.. grandpa had a fridge so warm beer was no obstacle. So about now I heard a lot of shouting and carousing (that’s French for fucking around, for any of you under like 40) and then all went quiet… so I sat there and caught my breath, along with a few more toads… (THE RED DRAGON CLAIMS 102 TOADS IN YEAR LONG KILLING SPREE… hee hee… can’t wait for that headline). Sure enough, shit quieted down so I went back over there to see WTFWU. Sure enough… there’s my grandpa killing a warm Cream Ale with that retard and my neighbor trying to figure out what we were going to do about this broken window. I nearly crapped a chicken… I mean seriously, you can’t make this shit up…. So… I go over there and the retard starts screaming and screaming and he falls down on the ground right near me… he’s looking up at me with sticks and grass all over his face… stupid a-hole and slobbering through spit something about calling the cops so I start to run away but the rat bastard catches me by the leg and starts pulling it… he’s pulling my leg and pulling my leg…. and pulling my leg…. and pulling my leg….

[Phluck]

Oh god, I can't believe that gas boycott shit. Do people really believe that they can convince enough people on MySpace to stop using gas that it'll make a difference? People are so dumb.

[doctor diesel]

I know this guy who got crabs from going into a ball pit they had in a club in NYC once. it was like the tunnel or club USA some shit like that it was a while ago

I got cauliflower-knob from a ho once.

Doc.

[zombiewoof23]

Why for goodness sakes, I am entirely offended. I mean, what kind of day and age is this in which such god-awful filth can be crudely sketched and colored into cutesy little cartoons. I mean it reminds me of my first beer… man I remember that day. I was 9 years old. My neighbor’s retarded friend had just stolen a 12 pack of Genesee Cream Ale from the Bells market down the way… he was retarded mind you so he stole warm beer. As I cracked a warm cream ale (I feel dirty just saying that… maybe someone should sketch a crude cartoon) I remember the way the foamy beer felt against my skin as it dribbled down my arm. I slurped at its musky warm opening (here we go with the cartoon again) and swallowed a mouth full of suds. Disgusted, I threw the mostly full beer on the ground as I proceeded to gag. My neighbor’s retarded friend began mumbling something; speaking in tongues no doubt, retards and their foreign languages. I swaggered out of the hot tool shed and the world seemed purple. At this time, for no discernable reason that I can recall, just being a dumb kid, I picked up a full can of Genesee Cream ale and hurled it into oblivion, which also happened to be my neighbor’s parent’s beautiful picture window. As the projectile shattered the glass, I remembered thinking: “Holy fuck. That’s some crazy shit!” Then I ran. With a 9 year old’s swallow of hot beer and the fear creeping up my innards, I felt a juicy bout of the old squirts coming on but I mentally corked that one. What a clusterfuck that would be… me running home with beer on my breath, all freaked out and a nice pile of pudding in my shorts. So, I struggled, “What the hell am I going to do now?” I initially thought of burning my neighbor’s house and the shed with the beer, my neighbors and the retard all inside, but that’s not me… I’m a cool cat, non-violent baby; except for that one bird one time.. oh, and about 100 toads… sorry guys. At any rate, I did what any clear thinking 9 year old would do… I started crying… loud as fuck… and I cried and cried until someone came out of the house. Then I told em’ “That retard made me drink beer and then he bet me $100.00 that I wouldn’t throw a full beer at the house… and now the fucker won’t pay.” The fake tears really lent a lot to this as you can all well imagine as someone in my family who shall remain nameless (grandpa) went to strangle that poor retard and steal what was left of his 12 pack… yousee.. grandpa had a fridge so warm beer was no obstacle. So about now I heard a lot of shouting and carousing (that’s French for fucking around, for any of you under like 40) and then all went quiet… so I sat there and caught my breath, along with a few more toads… (THE RED DRAGON CLAIMS 102 TOADS IN YEAR LONG KILLING SPREE… hee hee… can’t wait for that headline). Sure enough, shit quieted down so I went back over there to see WTFWU. Sure enough… there’s my grandpa killing a warm Cream Ale with that retard and my neighbor trying to figure out what we were going to do about this broken window. I nearly crapped a chicken… I mean seriously, you can’t make this shit up…. So… I go over there and the retard starts screaming and screaming and he falls down on the ground right near me… he’s looking up at me with sticks and grass all over his face… stupid a-hole and slobbering through spit something about calling the cops so I start to run away but the rat bastard catches me by the leg and starts pulling it… he’s pulling my leg and pulling my leg…. and pulling my leg…. and pulling my leg….

That is classic. Yeah, those damn chain letters drive me up the wall. Most people don't have time for that crap, then to remove all of the shit left behind such as spyware, viruses, etc. I can think of filthier places for a kid to hang out. The point of the letter was to harm the McDucks, Chuckie Cheese, etc. and also further the anti-drug propaganda. Kind of a modern day version of Reefer Madness via email delivery. I mean it really brought tears to my eyes and pulled on my heart strings when I learned that this was this lady's only son and this was his birthday present. People are way too fucking gullable. Mass psychology is an interesting subject to me. From this kind of garbage to what moves the world markets. I don't think this will stop the sender from posting any more trash. At least she removed that one and realized her error after I sarcastically pointed it out to her. She will also not be sending me anymore chain letters. That was a rarity that I happened to read that one. I have to work on about 5 or 6 other people that continue to send me that crap. It is deleted 99.9% of the time. One of those people recently complained to me about her computer freezing up. I told her to run spybot S & D for for starters, it came up with over 10,000 problems. There's part of your problem....lol Now the root of the problem is stop being so damn entertained by garbage websites, promotions, emails, etc. And definitely take me off of your list.

[Opiyum]

syringes and knives are an exageration but I could see it being plausable that there would be urine and maybe even diapers in those ball pits. I know when I was very young, 4 or 5, I stood up on the rail of the ball pit at Chucky Cheese's and let it rip all over every ball I could hit.

"Im gonna have to take these huggies and whatever cash ya got."

[Zanzibar]

That was hilarious, Cornburglar. You've just made my Saturday! :D

[alowishus]

That was hilarious, Cornburglar. You've just made my Saturday! :D

At first I thought I wanted to tell 'em, but it's not my place and I don't remember the name of the threads.....Opi next.....?

[insanesteveo]

anyone seen SLC Punk? theres a scene in there where a kid is running from school cops with a sheet of acid of two in his pants. right when hes running across the football field, the sprinklers go off and the acid soaks into his body. years later the lead characters meet up with him and he is just crazy and out of his mind.

example: hes standing on a railing coming off his porch. the other kid walks up and the acid kid yells "hey, how are you doing that?"
"how am i doing what?"
"how are you walking on water like that? are you jesus?"
"yea.....im jesus"
"HOT DAMN!!! JESUS!!!!! SAVE ME!"

[alowishus]

anyone seen SLC Punk? theres a scene in there where a kid is running from school cops with a sheet of acid of two in his pants. right when hes running across the football field, the sprinklers go off and the acid soaks into his body. years later the lead characters meet up with him and he is just crazy and out of his mind.

example: hes standing on a railing coming off his porch. the other kid walks up and the acid kid yells "hey, how are you doing that?"
"how am i doing what?"
"how are you walking on water like that? are you jesus?"
"yea.....im jesus"
"HOT DAMN!!! JESUS!!!!! SAVE ME!"

I thought of the same thing - SLC Punk, one of my favorite non-drug movies, although heroin Bob did OD on perc's I think it was.
Man that movie has the BEST soundtrack.

If thou have nay seen SLC Punk, make haste and get thee to thou Blockbuster.

[insanesteveo]

I thought of the same thing - SLC Punk, one of my favorite non-drug movies, although heroin Bob did OD on perc's I think it was.
Man that movie has the BEST soundtrack.

If thou have nay seen SLC Punk, make haste and get thee to thou Blockbuster.

they smoke alot of weed, and drink alot, if that counts as drug use.
its got a great cast too, to go along with the great music.
everyone should see it, its about the punk scene in salt lake city. narrated beautifully by matthew lillard. devan sawa plays the kid who gets crazy on acid.

[alowishus]

they smoke alot of weed.


"Sink you fool.......why won't you sink?"
"Ah dude, it's the great SALT lake......"

[blackdog]

hell, all Mcdonalds had when i was a kid was them golden arches, shit we did'nt even have big wheels then! damn it all to hell!!
da/dawgg

[SirDonkeyPunch]

I thought of the same thing - SLC Punk, one of my favorite non-drug movies, although heroin Bob did OD on perc's I think it was.
Man that movie has the BEST soundtrack.

If thou have nay seen SLC Punk, make haste and get thee to thou Blockbuster.

does this soundtrack encompass PUNK as a main genre..... if so.... its hard for me to discover the overwhelming righteousness of this OST.

[alowishus]

does this soundtrack encompass PUNK as a main genre..... if so.... its hard for me to discover the overwhelming righteousness of this OST.

Just watch the freakin' movie,:rolleyes: and zebras have stripes because they have striped skin.


Thought I'd head that one off.:D

[Sitar]

So the original article says that some of the syringes found in the ball pit were FULL? Full of what? Can't be full of dope; that's totally unbelievable right there that someone would leave gear full of dope behind like that. Sounds like the story is full of shit.

It's just another story designed to demonize addicts and drugs. I hate that shit. God forbid anyone have access to legitimate information so that they'll stop hating and judging everyone else. Better just to keep everyone ignorant and scared, right?

[Phluck]

So the original article says that some of the syringes found in the ball pit were FULL? Full of what? Can't be full of dope; that's totally unbelievable right there that someone would leave gear full of dope behind like that. Sounds like the story is full of shit.

It's just another story designed to demonize addicts and drugs. I hate that shit. God forbid anyone have access to legitimate information so that they'll stop hating and judging everyone else. Better just to keep everyone ignorant and scared, right?

Yeah... I think it's already been established that the story is almost certainly entirely made up. An urban legend. Like the guys putting razor blades in apples on Halloween.

[candy]

Referring back to the woman's 3 year old who died from a heroin overdose after playing in the ball pit at McDonald's is totally made up.

Funny how he starts getting sick after she gets him home. He is 3 years old and if stuck with a syringe full herooin, I would imagine he might start getting sick immediately. Ever seen the size of a 3 year old. A syringe full of heroin in a 30 lb. little body would start to effect him say....almost immediately!

And being a Mommy myself, my 3 year old would cry when you looked at him funny! If he was stuck by a needle in the ball pit at McDonald's I would of heard about it, especially if the needle broke off and stuck there in his rear-end!

Funny things happen with kids. They stick things up their noses, swallow all sorts of strange shit, but any 3 year old stuck with a needle is going to fuss and one injected with a syringe full of heroin is going to start acting strange right away.

Yeah, it is an urban legend...

[candy]

Special CDC Web site debunks Internet's medical urban legends
http://http://www.cdc.gov/hoax_rumors.htm

The above link describes how the 3 year old in Texas with the heroin overdose was just not true.

Just found it and thought it was interesting.

[bronyraur]

This is definately BS. Here's a link to a good site for debunking urban legends (if it hasn't already been posted).

Snopes.com: http://snopes.com/

I almost always go to this site and dig around for info before I even think about believing this kind of stuff.

Hi. My name is Lauren Archer, my son Kevin and I lived in Midland,TN. On October 2nd, 1999 I took my only son to McDonald's for his 3rd birthday. After he finished lunch, I allowed him to play in the ball pit. When he started whining later on, I asked him what was wrong, he pointed to the back of his pull-up and simply said "Mommy, it hurts." I couldn't find anything wrong with him at that time. I bathed him when we got home, and it was at that point when I found a welt on his left buttock. Upon investigating, it seemed as if there was something like a splinter under the welt. I made an appointment to see the doctor the next day, but soon he started vomiting and shaking, then his eyes rolled back into his head. From there, we went to the emergency room. He died later that night. It turned out that the welt on his buttock was the tip of a hypodermic needle that had broken off inside. The autopsy revealed that Kevin had died from a heroine overdose. The next week, the police removed the balls from the ball pit. There was rotten food, several hypodermic needles: some full, some used; knives, half-eaten candy, diapers, ***, and the stench of urine.

[shaunclo]

Im surprised more of you arent into this sort of thing, creeping into a Mcdonalds late at night, going into the ball-pit to fix, then what I really like to do is leave a couple syringes behind full of my precious dope for some kid to find, Ahhhh memories.

Jesus Christ, do people actually believe this shit!!!!! Junkies leaving syringes full of dope behind!!!

[jab]

Im surprised more of you arent into this sort of thing, creeping into a Mcdonalds late at night, going into the ball-pit to fix, then what I really like to do is leave a couple syringes behind full of my precious dope for some kid to find, Ahhhh memories.

You too!?!?!?!?!

Jesus Christ, do people actually believe this shit!!!!! Junkies leaving syringes full of dope behind!!!

Doh, nevermind! Prank caller, prank caller!!! ;)

[WarmCyanide]

I'm not gonna give her the shot, YOU give her the Shot!!!

[zombiewoof23]

Bump. My aunt just sent me an old one that is recirculating with a new twist. I already deleted it, before thinking about posting it. It warned of checking your gas pump handle before pumping any gas because there have been reports of ppl placing hypodermic syringes in the gas pump handle and innocent ppl getting pricked and catching HIV.

Don't those crazy careless needle toting junkies piss ya off! I wonder if Nancy or Ronald themselves came up with this one. Wouldn't the hepatitis virus be more likely to transmit this way as opposed to HIV? Of course HIV makes for a more emotional story. I know the last time I smoked some pot, this crazy voice consumed my thoughts, "Careful with that axe Eugene." Or was that just the music in the background? Anyways, by some miracle I wiped the foam away from my lip, put the axe down and decided not to hack up anybody that night. The axe is still sitting here through, just in case I decide to puff a bowl again.