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I'd fight it
Looks pretty tiny and I could probably shoot the double and land some hellbows
I'd fight it
Looks pretty tiny and I could probably shoot the double and land some hellbows
Well, you have to look beyond what we have evidence for to discover new stuff.. but one must apply the scientific method to make their new discovery valid. The best scientists have imaginations.. but yea, I agree that belief is an overly strong position to take on anythingWhy?
What's the motivation to believe in things for which there's no real evidence?
My coworker is a paranormal investigator. He has tons of really interesting pictures of things like shadow people and stuff.
Alison Brie.Who is in your AV?
Alison Brie.
The demon who makes trophies of men
I almost died at the hands (hoofs?) of a goat. There was a huge rock quarry with some goats running loose. We used to hike around out there with our dogs. There was one goat that was particularly mean. I watched him knock another goat down a huge bluff, bounced around some rocks and was dead by the time it hit the water. We would occasionally jump into the water very near where the alpha goat slew his brethren. We had already jumped twice this day and we were watching the water for cottonmouths and relaxing before jumping again (long climb back up). This ugly bastard comes storming out looking to send me crashing to my death. I lowered my center of gravity, grabbed his horns and went to toss him over. He had much better balance than I expected, and he was certainly more familiar with the terrain (home field advantage). And as it turns out... the horns arent the best leverage point to lift a big goat. I slid in loose dirt and pebbles and almost went over myself. My dog came leaping out of the brush like a brindled guardian angel (while my buddy sat in the dirt laughing hysterically) and latched on to the fuckers leg. Drug him back far enough to give me room to shrimp out. I made the decision to kill the goat to prevent anything like that happening again, as it was becoming more frequented area.Yeah i may not be tuff but i can whoop any kid or woman and that goes for dead ones too. Also, most domestic animals.
Goddammit.
https://www.google.com.au/amp/www.m.../man-convinced-hes-being-haunted-11510882.amp
Looks like a doll of some sort, either way, the thought alone is pretty terrifying. There are more photos in the article.
Edit: the photo I posted in this thread was actually taken in the dark, the brightness has just been turned up.
Screw this ghost kid, who's that in your AV man.
I almost died at the hands (hoofs?) of a goat. There was a huge rock quarry with some goats running loose. We used to hike around out there with our dogs. There was one goat that was particularly mean. I watched him knock another goat down a huge bluff, bounced around some rocks and was dead by the time it hit the water. We would occasionally jump into the water very near where the alpha goat slew his brethren. We had already jumped twice this day and we were watching the water for cottonmouths and relaxing before jumping again (long climb back up). This ugly bastard comes storming out looking to send me crashing to my death. I lowered my center of gravity, grabbed his horns and went to toss him over. He had much better balance than I expected, and he was certainly more familiar with the terrain (home field advantage). And as it turns out... the horns arent the best leverage point to lift a big goat. I slid in loose dirt and pebbles and almost went over myself. My dog came leaping out of the brush like a brindled guardian angel (while my buddy sat in the dirt laughing hysterically) and latched on to the fuckers leg. Drug him back far enough to give me room to shrimp out. I made the decision to kill the goat to prevent anything like that happening again, as it was becoming more frequented area.