Scalp Injury from Wrench Blow Delivered by Neighbor After Argument

Scalp Injury from Wrench Blow Delivered by Neighbor After Argument

Scalp Injury from Wrench Blow Delivered by Neighbor After Argument

Today’s edition of Best Gore Members Rock is brought to you by Best Gore member @satirical-sade, whose housemate sustained scalp injury from a wrench blow delivered by their neighbor after an argument:

My neighbor slammed a wrench (a 1.5in wrench, to be exact) into my housemate’s head, after a disagreement about a dog and cat. This happened about 6 months ago, and it’s a nasty scar now.

Thanks a lot for the pic, @satirical-sade. I wonder if you still live beside an angry guy that hits neighbors with a wrench.

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124 thoughts on “Scalp Injury from Wrench Blow Delivered by Neighbor After Argument”

        1. Sounds like they live in their own fucked up pill popping world. I’ll bet the only thing they have to do all day is bitch at minimum wage workers, be nosy busybodies and wait for their husbands to come home from work to fuck them.

  1. *This is for that dickhead that doesn’t like Jonny’s poems:

    THE COST by bad jonny

    When you were young
    You thought life was ‘free’

    Learn the gay alphabet
    From A to Jay-Z

    But Now you know
    You gotta pay just to ‘be’

    Water and air
    Will soon cost a ‘fee’

    Notice how they killed
    Bruce and Brandon Lee ?

    Notice they hunted
    And shot Cuba’s Chee ?

    They raped all the Indians
    At ‘’Wounded Gay Knee’’

    And they did it in front of
    The whole World to see

    When Illuminati comes
    You can’t hide, you can’t flee

    They are insecticide
    You are the flea

    Think they’ll let you go?
    Fly off like a bee?

    Can’t go to the jungle
    And hide in a tree

    So go play your golf
    Setup your ‘T’

    Play with the Govenator :
    Mr Universe, Arn-ee

    Or that Muzzie boxer :
    Muhammed Ali

    Escape to Indonesia
    Or Hide in Bali?

    Or listen to that faggot
    Play brass : Kenny G

    Eating Doritos
    And drinking iced tea

    Watching shite ‘Grease’
    ‘’O Sandra Dee ..’’

    Go watch your musical
    That tall dyke on ‘’Glee’’

    Go play a dumb game
    On your Xbox or Wii

    America the beautiful ?
    Please hear our plea

    America awash ?
    With George Bush’s pee

    It’s gonna cost a lot
    To be her, or she

    It’s gonna cost a lot
    To be him, or he

    It’s gonna cost a lot
    To be YOU or be me ..

    The cost is too great
    Can’t you fucking see ?

    Just die, man ..

    Corpus Christi

        1. C’mon, man, I’ve seen stuff written by a seven-year-old that is ten times better.

          I’ll tell you how things will be. I commented on your piece in another thread and you didn’t like it. Fair enough. But you wanted to make an issue of it and decided to hurl abuse. You could have just ignored me and I’d have said no more. But no, you decide to start the childish name-calling and now you don’t want to stop. Well neither will I now. I’ll look at everything you write from now on and I’ll give my opinion. If it’s good I’ll say it’s good; if it’s average I’ll say it’s average; if it’s a bag of shit I’ll call it a bag of shit. For as long as you want to play the name-calling game I will do this; if you like I’ll criticise it line by line. Or you can quit the childish name-calling and I’ll leave you alone. Your choice.

          Bad Jonny is acting the clown
          And making the poor Hunter frown
          So Hunter fights back
          Goes on the attack
          Believe me, he’ll never back down.

          The ball is in your court, Jonny-boy.

          1. You’re right, it scans as a Lim’rick, as that is how it was written
            Made popular by Edward Lear, the poet who came from Great Britain
            It’s funny how you deem it shit, considering the crap that you write
            Research him and learn from his poems, instead of producing your shite.
            @badanddy

          2. Your only comeback is to use ad hominem attacks. Walk away, Jonny…..if your ego will let you. I know it’s bruised right now but you’ll get over it. @badanddy

          3. My, my : You are an expert in Latin now, too?
            Geez Louize, you just keep getting brainier by the second
            Except .. you used it wrong, you dick:

            Ad Hominem: directed against a person rather than the position they are maintaining

            I have always attacked your ‘position’ more than YOU.
            Your ‘position’ has always been that because YOU don’t like Jonny poems, then NO-ONE likes Jonny poems, and then therefore if ANY ONE says they like Jonny poems, they must have ‘lied’
            See?
            I am not on about YOU, but about this ABSURD position you hold, that
            YOU can speak for all the readers here at Bestgore
            It’s just plain dick-frost behavior, dude
            You’re the cunt that has been ‘depressed’ for 2o years, yes?
            Gee .. Uuumm .. I can’t imagine WHY?
            Couldn’t be because you go around with insane ideas like this in
            your head, could it?
            You should do what Jonny does – If I don’t think some guy is funny or interesting, I just scroll down to the next monkey
            See?
            Easy
            You should try this approach, rather than stating your ridiculous and vulgar ‘position’

            🙂
            Idiot!

          4. My, my : You are an expert in Latin now, too?
            Yes, I did Latin at school and I passed my exam after studying it for four years.

            Ad Hominem: directed against a person rather than the position they are maintaining
            Look at your last 4 posts directed at me, all contain an ad hominem attack. You can’t defend your position so you attack the person.

            I have always attacked your ‘position’ more than YOU.
            You shouldn't attack me at all, just respond to what's written.

            Your ‘position’ has always been that because YOU don’t like Jonny poems, then NO-ONE likes Jonny poems, and then therefore if ANY ONE says they like Jonny poems, they must have ‘lied’
            I never said I didn’t like them, I said they were mediocre at best. I even gave you some credit for the Princess Di one. And now I’ll repeat something I said before. I never said anything about NO ONE liking your stuff. Some posted about your work and I said they were humouring you, something I later said was my opinion about your work with some humour added. You refuse to accept this and keep ranting like you’re deluded. Also, if you look, I wasn’t the only one who said something negative about it.

            I am not on about YOU,
            I call bullshit there based upon the ad hominem.

            but about this ABSURD position you hold, that
            YOU can speak for all the readers here at Bestgore

            Once again, I repeat that I have not once said that my view represents everyone at BG. You need to learn to read AND process the information before you rant on about it.

            You’re the cunt that has been ‘depressed’ for 2o years, yes?
            Once again, more ad hominem. I will say this though; I’d rather be depressed than be irrational and deluded like you. You need medicating.

            You should do what Jonny does – If I don’t think some guy is funny or interesting, I just scroll down to the next monkey
            I usually do but this time I wanted to throw a banana.
            @badanddy

          5. Damn it! Don’t stop now! I pictured each of you taking a step closer to one another before each statement. Y’all had finally gotten face to face. I could feel the tension in the air. It was electric. I was sure you two would start making out any second. I’m sure would have been steamy, and gross.

    1. i hope you realize that you live on a planet infested with homo sapiens. Cuddling a slobbering smelly canine and giving it human attributes only proves your mental disease. You would be happiest in a kennel, away from the travails of Man. Those dogs are closer to your true position in society

    1. Anyone who’s that bald and doesn’t shave their head is a fucking nitwit. Even if he had hair, that would still be a dipshit style. He looks like a fucking spaz. No wonder he got hit over the head with a wrench, someone was trying to knock some sense into him.
      Does this guy actually pay for haircuts?

  2. more animal-fetisher sociopaths who feel the compulsion to live with animals.

    I see a loose dog or cat and I instantly kill it like a rat,. and the subhuman sociopath who gets excited that I killed some filthy parasite is not going to get much more compassion from me than that smelly filth I just exterminated.

    Only the mentally ill have fixations with human -engineered mutant animals/ there is only one reason for animal domestication and that is used to eat them. All other purposes are merely ornamental

    Sorry if you think I’m a fledgling serial killer because I don’t french kiss a dog

  3. THE HUNTER by bad jonny

    Hi, ya all
    I am the ‘hunter’

    I’m not a nice guy
    I’m really a ‘cunter’

    When fuck’d in my ass
    I am a ‘grunter’

    If I was Thomas Tank
    I would be a ‘shunter’

    But I am too cheap-skate
    To be a real punter

    Can you help with my words now ?
    They are getting blunter ..

    (Fuck off, Cunter)
    🙂

  4. WOMB by bad jonny

    Remember when you were in the womb?
    Of your Mom?

    Or Dad
    (if you’re gay)?
    Of course you don’t ..

    But for all of us
    There is a hidden word
    Printed
    Softly

    On our foreheads
    At conception

    You know it is?:
    Death!

    Sometimes when you’re dreaming
    You can fell it’s cold breath

    Every morn you wake
    Is another day vanished

    All you have to look at
    Is your future time here
    Sublime fear?

    You see that old man or woman
    They must be ninety-nine

    But one day they were sixteen
    Their hair and eyes did shine

    They were the young kids
    The cool kids

    Now they wear diapers
    Full of old brown ‘skids’

    Once a day has flown
    Forever it is blown

    Even if on a picture
    Or postcard it is shown

    You were born to die
    Like that spider gets that fly
    Scared to death of death
    You create a God
    And ask the fucker:
    Why?

    Silence the only
    Answer you get

    ‘Till you get distracted
    And tend to forget

    So take good care
    Of this day, and that

    For we do not have
    The nine lives of a cat

    Look at how many go
    By the age of thirty

    Just when they
    Were handsome and flirth

    Look at how many go
    By the age of forty

    Just when they
    Became sex-crazed and naughty

    Look at how many go
    By the age of fifty

    Just when they
    Saved their cash and were thrifty

    One day you’re here
    The next you are not

    This present time
    Is all that we’ve got

    Soon come the day
    When death takes you away

    There’s no deal to be made
    No-one you can pay

    No matter how much
    You’d like to stay

    Your life will be taken
    Like a lamb on a slab

    Leave your body to science?
    Take a scalpel to your flab

    O The Mercy!

    That sparkle in your eyes?
    For which you have been known

    That sparkle in your eyes?
    To your friends you have shown

    That sparkle in your eyes?
    For which you have been known

    That sparkle in your eyes?
    Has now turned to stone

    In a hospital bed
    You have died all alone

    So smell your roses
    See the water sparkle

    In Heaven you’ll be a princess
    Like Megan Fucking Markle?

  5. *Attn Mods : Can you delete my earlier ‘Womb’ poem and put this one
    In it’s place (I just had to correct the spelling)

    WOMB by bad jonny

    Remember when you were in the womb?
    Of your Mom?
    Or Dad
    (if you’re gay)?
    Of course you don’t ..

    But for all of us
    There is a hidden word

    Printed
    Softly
    On our foreheads
    At conception

    You know it is:
    Death!

    Sometimes when you’re dreaming
    You can feel it’s cold breath

    Every morn you wake
    Is another day vanished

    All you have to look at
    Is your future time here
    All you have to look at is
    Sublime fear

    You see that old man or woman?
    They must be ninety-nine
    But one day they were sixteen
    Their hair and eyes did shine

    They were the young kids
    The cool kids
    Now they wear diapers
    Full of old brown ‘skids’

    Once a day has flown
    Forever it is blown
    Even if on a picture
    Or postcard it is shown

    You were born to die
    Like that spider gets that fly

    Scared to death of death
    You create a God
    And ask the fucker:
    Why?

    Silence
    The only
    Answer you get
    ‘Till you get distracted
    And tend to forget

    So take good care
    Of this day, and that
    For we do not have
    The nine lives of a cat

    Look at how many go
    By the age of thirty
    Just when they
    Were handsome and flirty

    Look at how many go
    By the age of forty
    Just when they
    Became sex-crazed and naughty

    Look at how many go
    By the age of fifty
    Just when they
    Saved their cash and were thrifty

    One day you’re here
    The next you are not
    This present time
    Is all that we’ve got

    Soon come the day
    When death takes you away
    There’s no deal to be made
    No-one you can pay

    No matter how much
    You’d like to stay

    Your life will be taken
    Like a lamb on a slab
    Leave your body to science?
    Take a scalpel to your flab

    That sparkle in your eyes?
    For which you have been known
    That sparkle in your eyes?
    To your friends you have shown
    That sparkle in your eyes?
    How old you have grown
    That sparkle in your eyes?
    Has now turned to stone

    In a hospital bed
    You have died all alone

    O The Mercy

    So smell your roses
    See the water sparkle
    In Heaven you’ll be a princess
    Like Megan Fucking Markle? ..

      1. THE GUN by bad jonny

        I want to die
        By a gun

        I’ve wished for this
        Since very young

        I want the bullet
        Through my eye

        This is how
        I crave to die

        On blood soaked bed
        I will lye

        I don’t mean eye
        I mean eye socket

        My brain explodes
        Like little rocket

        Now print this out
        And in your pocket ..

      1. HaHa .. I have been meaning to bring the ‘spelling’ thing up Jack
        The funny thing is : I make a couple of mistakes with every single
        post these days:
        Basically, when it comes to spelling & proofreading – I am SHIT !
        🙂
        Do as I say, not as I Do !

  6. FRIENDS by bad jonny

    No two human beings
    Have ever been friends

    Count ‘em by millions
    Count ‘em by tens

    Why does the means always
    Justify the ends?

    While those cunts are buying
    A Mercedes Benz

    You are the diver
    That contracted the bends

    I put this out to
    All The Brads and the Jens

    I put this out to
    All The Afflecks and Bens

    We are the piglets
    Who’re Trapped in our pens

    We are the roosters
    That raped all the hens

    We all look at life ..
    Through our own Fuck’d up lens

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