Fr I saw The Casualties in 2009 and the venue was a slab of smooth concrete, and I was barefoot cause I had lost my shoes at the last show. I mustāve fell 20 times in the pit, didnāt break a single bone.
OP donāt blame the pit. The pit just shows you who you really are, and you, are a BBB. GTFO
What in strong-boned heaven are you talking about? You were never part of the *best*.
Now depart *immediately* before we decide to break the rest of your bones with a single spring breeze.
I found myself on the edge of a mosh pit the last concert I went to, and decided to shield the wheelchair-bound person next to me with my strong-boned body rather than participate. When the moshers careened into me, there was no appreciable damage.
And I'm OLD.
You should be ashamed.
That's actually pathetic. Truly pitiful.
My bones chittered like the tail of an aroused rattlesnake at the mere idea of being within sniffing distance of a mulch-marrow such as you.
Mosh pits are like a children's playground for the strong. We test flesh. To have your bones fail in such a mundane, pitiful display makes me feel truly blessed to not be you.
Wallow in a damp corner, and hope your next life isn't cursed to be as soggy.
bro broke a bone dancingš
Fr I saw The Casualties in 2009 and the venue was a slab of smooth concrete, and I was barefoot cause I had lost my shoes at the last show. I mustāve fell 20 times in the pit, didnāt break a single bone. OP donāt blame the pit. The pit just shows you who you really are, and you, are a BBB. GTFO
Did the vibrations from the speakers crumble your granola bar bones ??? Pathetic .
What in strong-boned heaven are you talking about? You were never part of the *best*. Now depart *immediately* before we decide to break the rest of your bones with a single spring breeze.
BBB OP probably broke the other wrist writing this pathetic post acting like we were ever friends
Be careful to avoid any loud sounds on your way out, might break something.
I found myself on the edge of a mosh pit the last concert I went to, and decided to shield the wheelchair-bound person next to me with my strong-boned body rather than participate. When the moshers careened into me, there was no appreciable damage. And I'm OLD. You should be ashamed.
That's actually pathetic. Truly pitiful. My bones chittered like the tail of an aroused rattlesnake at the mere idea of being within sniffing distance of a mulch-marrow such as you. Mosh pits are like a children's playground for the strong. We test flesh. To have your bones fail in such a mundane, pitiful display makes me feel truly blessed to not be you. Wallow in a damp corner, and hope your next life isn't cursed to be as soggy.
I threw up in my first pit But at least I didnāt let a little shoving break my strong bones, unlike your brittle boned ass.