Snake got my Tongue
Written by: Amos Barbla
Publication Date: 2004-01-07Click Here to Submit your Stories!
A thousand million thoughts ran through my head as I entered the piercing parlour. I'd walked in before and inquired about prices before chickening out and running a mile! But this time I thought, I'm not chickening out! I won't let myself. So I went to the counter, paid for my piercing and was led out the back by a guy with long hair, wearing a leather jacket and pants and whose skin was covered in tattooes. Yep, I was scared for my life! I asked a hundred questions while the piercer, whose name was in fact, Snake, got the needle and all the gear together. He told me that in the end I'd be surprised because it wouldn't hurt at all. I was thinking, sure, whatever pal. Snake instructed me to sit on the bench and put my hands under my bum and squeeze my cheeks! He told me to stick out my tongue, dried it and then put a small blue dot on it. Then told me to take a deep breath. I was waiting for the ripping, the blood, the drooling, the gagging and the PAIN to set in, but I felt NOTHING.
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