What's my blood type? A POSITIVE, BABY!
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pale_jezebel's recent post, tell me the dumbest story you've ever heard - this can be a dumb story you personally experienced, or something you heard from someone. But once it gets into "a friend told me this about a friend about a friend," it doesn't count anymore, as that's borderline urban legend. And thus we shall all participate in merriment.
I was working for a company called "All About Fun" in high school and college - it was a husband-and-wife operation that put on parties for kids, at malls, at little county/state fairs. We did face painting, balloon animals, dressed up in costumes and entertained the kinderling (for those wondering, this is when I got to dress up as Space Ghost and take pictures with kids). It was pretty much weekend work, and it was fairly easy, if not occasionally stressful. I'm just trying to put forth here that you need two (maybe three) brain cells to rub together to do this job. Okay? End exposition.
I don't remember the girl's name, so let's call her Kristen. Kristen was a cute little brunette with a crooked front tooth (the weird shit I remember, I tell ya). Kristen liked to gush about her boyfriend the whole way to the show we were doing and the whole way back. On the way back, she shared the following:
Her boyfriend, bored by tattooing, had wanted to get some branding done (not as in marketing, but as in ouch ouch hot metal on skin, burning in a pattern). When they went to a professional branding artist, he told them he could burn an omega into boyfriend's upper arm - for $300.
Apparently thinking that the cleanliness, precision, and talent to burn shapes safely into someone's skin should come cheap, they balked at the price and turned him down. While relating this experience to boyfriend's friend, friend says, "That's crazy! Tell you what, give me $25 and I'll do it for you." Boyfriend and Kristen think this is totally awesome of friend. Friend's version of branding involves taking a hot fireplace poker, sticking it in the fire, and tracing the design across boyfriend's arm.
Boyfriend thinks he's totally smart and awesome.
The next day, his brand new brand really starts to hurt, as one would normally expect from a burn. Towards the evening, it's started to blister slightly. They think nothing of it. They go to bed.
Kristen wakes up in the middle of the night, hearing crying in the bathroom. She notices boyfriend isn't in bed. Walking to the bathroom, she sees blood all over the tiles. On the floor, there's boyfriend, blood gushing from his upper arm where the branding was. The blisters had gotten SO big, and SO painful, he decided the best thing to do, at 3 am, would be to take a razor to his arm and cut off the huge blisters.
Kristen rushed him to the hospital, and they had to wrap up his arm and give him something for the burns AND for the chopping off of burned skin. The doctor's reaction was best summed up as "What fuck wrong you, boy?"
As far as I know, he never tried to burn anything into his skin again. Good lesson.
Everybody share!
pale_jezebel's recent post, tell me the dumbest story you've ever heard - this can be a dumb story you personally experienced, or something you heard from someone. But once it gets into "a friend told me this about a friend about a friend," it doesn't count anymore, as that's borderline urban legend. And thus we shall all participate in merriment.I was working for a company called "All About Fun" in high school and college - it was a husband-and-wife operation that put on parties for kids, at malls, at little county/state fairs. We did face painting, balloon animals, dressed up in costumes and entertained the kinderling (for those wondering, this is when I got to dress up as Space Ghost and take pictures with kids). It was pretty much weekend work, and it was fairly easy, if not occasionally stressful. I'm just trying to put forth here that you need two (maybe three) brain cells to rub together to do this job. Okay? End exposition.
I don't remember the girl's name, so let's call her Kristen. Kristen was a cute little brunette with a crooked front tooth (the weird shit I remember, I tell ya). Kristen liked to gush about her boyfriend the whole way to the show we were doing and the whole way back. On the way back, she shared the following:
Her boyfriend, bored by tattooing, had wanted to get some branding done (not as in marketing, but as in ouch ouch hot metal on skin, burning in a pattern). When they went to a professional branding artist, he told them he could burn an omega into boyfriend's upper arm - for $300.
Apparently thinking that the cleanliness, precision, and talent to burn shapes safely into someone's skin should come cheap, they balked at the price and turned him down. While relating this experience to boyfriend's friend, friend says, "That's crazy! Tell you what, give me $25 and I'll do it for you." Boyfriend and Kristen think this is totally awesome of friend. Friend's version of branding involves taking a hot fireplace poker, sticking it in the fire, and tracing the design across boyfriend's arm.
Boyfriend thinks he's totally smart and awesome.
The next day, his brand new brand really starts to hurt, as one would normally expect from a burn. Towards the evening, it's started to blister slightly. They think nothing of it. They go to bed.
Kristen wakes up in the middle of the night, hearing crying in the bathroom. She notices boyfriend isn't in bed. Walking to the bathroom, she sees blood all over the tiles. On the floor, there's boyfriend, blood gushing from his upper arm where the branding was. The blisters had gotten SO big, and SO painful, he decided the best thing to do, at 3 am, would be to take a razor to his arm and cut off the huge blisters.
Kristen rushed him to the hospital, and they had to wrap up his arm and give him something for the burns AND for the chopping off of burned skin. The doctor's reaction was best summed up as "What fuck wrong you, boy?"
As far as I know, he never tried to burn anything into his skin again. Good lesson.
Everybody share!
