QOTD: scary

question of the day: when were you last really really scared?

When I met you!!

probably when i thought my cat had cancer and was going to die

Never, I bitch slap fear with my pimp hand.

I don't think I've ever been really, really scared. I was kinda scared when I went bungee jumping, but I knew I would be okay so that doesn't really count.

i had a nightmare this weekend that stayed with me for hours. i can still remember exactly what happened and how i felt in the dream, and it stills scares the shit out of me. the nightmare would make an awesome horror movie though.

at the hospital when my son was born because you never know what can happen.

when i saw those mutha f*ckin' snakes on a plane!

About 10 years ago, I went with a friend to a place that I never should have gone to. Anyway, the people there were not to happy to be seeing a new face. Within seconds a gun was in my neck and they started asking all kinds of angry questions. In that moment, I assumed that day would be my last and I kinda made peace with everything in my mind. That's why I don't sweat the small stuff anymore. Everyday since that day is all just bonus time for me now, because I should probably be dead right now.

That's easy. It was last Tuesday when I saw Mrs. [coworker] in the light. But I did her anyway. Whatever - I have no morals

This was a long time ago... Girlfriend says "I'm late." errrrrrrrr. Turns out it was nothing.

Last week. I was driving home and an 18-wheeler didn’t see me and started coming over to my lane. There was a car on my left and I couldn’t get over. If I didn’t lay on the horn and hit the brakes he would have just knocked me right off the road.

Living with my ex wife. She turned out to be bi-polar with all the extreme emotional swings. I spent many nights afraid to go to sleep. Anyone who can use CD jewel cases like Chinese throwing stars is someone you don’t want to turn your back on.

It was dark. I wasn’t wearing sunglasses. The tide was coming in and I was buried up to my neck in millions of tiny particles of broken earth the locals call sand. In hindsight, maybe I shouldn’t have consumed all those buffalo wings and beer. But then again, maybe I shouldn’t have called Jake “Greasy Thumb” [coworker]’s sister a two-timing whore. I figure if I don’t drown in salty blanket of foam, the crabs will certainly have their way with me. Tonight they will feast by the light of the moon. A sickening scrapple of face will be on their plates. Soon it will begin. The time draws nigh. I grapple with the truth of the matter. I am really really scared.