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there's a dude with a bomb strapped to his chest in downtown slc

The intention of my question: I think of the SLC society as peaceful people, so I would like to know if it shivers you to hear anything like that close to where you live. Or even witness it.
 
Can I ask you guys a question? Have you ever heard a bomb explode in your lives? Games and fireworks do not count.

No, but my parents have. I sometimes forget all the **** they've been through and how tough they really are. I know I wouldn't be able to go through the things they went through when they were teenagers and land on my feet. War sucks.

Anyway, back to the thread.
 
No, but my parents have. I sometimes forget all the **** they've been through and how tough they really are. I know I wouldn't be able to go through the things they went through when they were teenagers and land on my feet. War sucks.

Which experiences did they live through? Would it be OK to talk about it?
 
No, but my parents have. I sometimes forget all the **** they've been through and how tough they really are. I know I wouldn't be able to go through the things they went through when they were teenagers and land on my feet. War sucks.

Anyway, back to the thread.

I think you would be suprised what you would do to make it out in one piece.

I personally have not seena bomb go off with my own eyes. I have been shot at and a guy tried to stab me once.
 
I think you would be suprised what you would do to make it out in one piece.

I personally have not seena bomb go off with my own eyes. I have been shot at and a guy tried to stab me once.

That is mostly true. Not for everyone, but generally.
 
Can I ask you guys a question? Have you ever heard a bomb explode in your lives? Games and fireworks do not count.

grenade for sure.
i eat grenades for breakfast. just before drinking coffee i pull the pin of a grenade.
this tradition of eating grenades started a while back.
funny story actually.
i was reading some lame joke about how cool chuck Norris was. so i send him an e-mail challenging him to a eating contest.
so yeah long story shojrt he replied and we had this eating contest.
he suggested some pepper eating. so he ate it then i hate it nothing to it.
when it was my turn i suggested we both eat a nuke like the hulk. he was all scared and **** talking about how hard is is to get a nuke let alone swallow it.
so ultimately he used the excuse that getting our hands on 1 nuke is near impossible let alone 2.
so we settled on grenades, we both pulled the pin and swallowed the grenade 3 seconds later all his inside where out, and i burped.
anyhow him lying on the ground crying his wig or topee of, I decided to save his live.
used his wig as thread. and used one of my pube hairs as a needle, put his insides back in and used the makeshift thread an needles to sew him up

the very next day I received the nobel price for war"
and every day since than i eat a grenade for breakfast every god dammed morning well except for the shabbat. cus than i can't light fire and such

TRUE STORY YO.
 
That is mostly true. Not for everyone, but generally.

Of course. There are always exceptions but most people will go to amazing lengths to survive.

For proof go watch 127 hours...shudder.

Full disclosure, That movie is said to be extremely graphic and not for the weak of stomach. Faintings and walk outs occured.
 
Which experiences did they live through? Would it be OK to talk about it?

Vietnam War. The only time I got them to talk about it was when I had to write an essay for my humanities class in high school. Even then, they didn't tell me much. They just talked about the fear they felt every night, trying to sleep through the sound of bombs being dropped. Their villages did get bombed, so they fled on boats and left their families behind. They somehow miraculously survived and ended up in refugee camps. I think my dad ended up in the Philippines. I'm not sure where my mom was. Anyway, fast forward... they both came to America where they met in the beautiful snow-capped city we call Salt Lake City, got married, and created a beautiful baby girl and a gift to the world. That would be me. The end.

Moe: to answer your question via rep, I have no idea where they were exactly. I'll have to ask!
 
Vietnam War. The only time I got them to talk about it was when I had to write an essay for my humanities class in high school. Even then, they didn't tell me much. They just talked about the fear they felt every night, trying to sleep through the sound of bombs being dropped. Their villages did get bombed, so they fled on boats and left their families behind. They somehow miraculously survived and ended up in refugee camps. I think my dad ended up in the Philippines. I'm not sure where my mom was. Anyway, fast forward... they both came to America where they met in the beautiful snow-capped city we call Salt Lake City, got married, and created a beautiful baby girl and a gift to the world. That would be me. The end.

Moe: to answer your question via rep, I have no idea where they were exactly. I'll have to ask!

So how did they end up in Salt Lake? Probability says you should be a Laker fan right now. Working at a nail salon in Little Saigon.
 
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