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Originally posted by cheebacheeba
I don't really have an human related ones, because honestly, I'm usually the one they're scared of, I mean, not that I try to come across that way, I'm just kinda big, and keep a straight face alot of the time...go figure...
So yeah, I won't go into it, but mine involved fire. A whole motherfucking shitload of fire.
- B.
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I had a friend who looked much like the way you describe yourself. He was a big guy, hardly ever smiled, and had long hair and a beard. We called him Grizzly Adams for fun. Here's a funny story about this guy:
Grizzly Adams (his real name is Paul) and I were dining on some Chinese one afternoon. He had just finished working the night shift at the factory at which he was employed, so he was in a particularly grumpy mood.
I finished with my meal, and was watching him consume his with little amusement. He wasn't talking very much, just repetitively lifting the fork to his beard-hidden mouth. I grabbed one of the spoons and placed one of those tiny corn-cobs on the handle, and turned the spoon on the table so that the bowl of the spoon was facing Paul. I played as if I was going to slam my fist down onto the bowl, thus hurtling the corn-cob into Paul's hairy face. But I didn't really do it.
Paul raised an eyebrow at my pantomime, then insisted that I actually do it. I laughed, but declined. I didn't want to start flinging food about the restaurant.
Finally, Paul decided to do it himself. He brought down a ham hock sized fist onto the bowl of the spoon, sending the corn-cob up into the air. Unfortunately, the spoon twirled off the table also and smacked him right in the face. He grunted, and raised a hand to the point of impact, at which point the corn-cob dropped from the sky and bounced off the top of his head. He placed his other hand on his head and grunted again.
Suffice it to say, I had a real good laugh at Paul's expense.