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Since someone asked if you have been in jail I though I would ask if any of you have been executed-in a previous life of course.
Maybe we have some famous criminals or maybe you were strung up or had your head chopped off or burnt at the stake or were offered up as a sacrifice? Maybe shot by a firing squad or thrown in a river filled with hungry reptiles or amphibians. Maybe even torn apart by a team of horses. The possibilities are endless and we want to hear all about it.:eek:
Hmm... I believe that, many many years ago, I was crucified... And now I've returned...Quote:
Originally Posted by thebigspendur
I was one of the Thieves on the hill, not anyone special... Why? What did you think I meant?
I was once but I'm all better now.
This story wasn't me I hope:
From:The Diary of a Surgeon in the Year 1751-1752 by John Knyveton
November 4, 1751
This day George Blumenfield and I to see a hanging at Tyburn of a woman who stole three loaves. Was ready enough for some diversion for have kept close to my business these last days and the stench of the infirmary though one grows accustomed to it is tiresome for long times. Doctor Urquehart himself though pompous has a real mind to the Instruction of his pupils and had kindly taken seats in a nearby house for self, Grge. Blumenfield, St. Clair, Mr. Pope and three other of his young gentleman. On taking our seats found a crowd already gathered such occasions being quite a holiday for the poor people who live in Oxford Street, and also for those in the villages of Paddington and the hamlets along the road leading to Edgeware. A number of the gentry present, standing on the roofs of their coaches both the gentleman and the ladies very fine, the bucks dressing as for a route and the ladies all powdered and patched, monstrous pretty with their scarves and great hats and flowered pannier skirts.
The gallows a big one to take four at once but this day only the woman to be hanged, and with her a boy who is to be half-hanged and then cut down and whipped through the town as a warning to him against begging. George Blumenfield very merry and quizzing the ladies on the coaches and Mr. Pope kindly sends out to a drawer for cans of liquor for us all, which puts us quite happy to watch the Turning Off. The woman arrives after we had waited some twenty minutes a young wench not ill-favoured, driven in a cart tied on to a board so that she might not leap over the side; the hangman greeting her with much cheer and she answering him in kind, so that the crowd and the gentry were Highly Diverted, one buck near me with a vast wig I thought would swoon with mirth, and so she to the Tree and the hangman makes her mount upon a bucket, she being a Vagabond and of no importance, and then fastens the rope about her neck and she blowing him a kiss his assistant pulls away the bucket and she fell with a force that must instantly have deprived her of Her Vital Faculties. Was intrigued to see how the body did jerk so that I thought the rope would break. Then the boy aforesaid, who had been brought there very early so that the execution might prove of instruction to him, was taken up, he squalling in a fashion that made the gentry cry Shame upon His Cowardice, and proving near frantic the hangman did not trouble to tie him to the tree but threw him to the ground and encouraged by shouts from the crowd did kneel upon his chest and strangle him with a cord, removing same before the boy was dead. Then the rogue was pulled to his feet and a bucket of water splashed over him, and so he was taken to the cart in which the woman came and tied to its tail two gentleman nigh our window shouting themselves hoarse with admiration; and the hangman's assistant takes up his whip and the cart moves on the assistant wielding the rope right shrewdly. The woman was cut down and delivered to her farther who had been waiting for her corse with a barrow, and so the crowd disperses and the gentry drive off one lady laying her whip about the ears of the father with his barrow for not being out of the road of her coach. And so to dine with my friends and a very pleasant hour of music and talk afterwards on divers topics. Did learn that the woman hanged was the mother of the boy aforesaid which I trust will be a lesson to him of the Penalties of An Evil Life.
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Anyone want to volunteer for a reincarnation experiment ? It may hurt & you may never see the results :p
I've been executed by my colleagues at work many times. Yet for some doggone reason I keep rising from the dead every darn day. :angel:
No....... but SWMBO hasn't found out about the new razor yet, so maybe
I am so glad to hear of your recovery, I suppose like Twain's first death, the rumors were greatly exaggerated.Quote:
Originally Posted by JMS
I was Burnt at the Steak. My Friends laughed at me and told me to roll another one.
let us leave the end to fate on equal countsQuote:
Originally Posted by onimaru55
I have always been a Good Boy!
Oh
surenof there has been some loss:matrix:
but most of those in need of good sleep were been sent a_slumberin'
No, but I've been teased mercilessly. Bastards!Quote:
Originally Posted by thebigspendur
No, not that I recall, but I made someone cry once.:)
Mick
My ass would have been burnt at the steak for sure, had I have lived in those times.
Some of the things I practice are considered witch craft even today by some people.
No, but I was once lightly flogged with scented bootlaces as punishment for rubbing linseed oil into the schools cormorant.
(A prize to the first person who can tell me where both the bootlace and cormorant reference come from..! Clue: Ones a book and ones a film)
:roflmaoSo from now on, the cormorant is strictly OUT OF BOUNDS. :roflmao
For, tonight, it's 'The Meaning of Life'
Actually I was President Lincoln's security man and I just stepped outside Ford's Theatre for a moment to negotiate the price of a straight razor and when I came back...well...
I was arrested and shot by a firing squad.
No, but I was abducted by extraterrestrials.
<SUP></SUP>I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.(Galatians 2:20)
I can honestly say the old man did not die easily.
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One of my Scottish patients told me that his ancestor had the distinction of being the last man hung in Scotland for sheep stealing. This with a wry smile.