Part 2: Padded Room Special Collection Of Junk That More Than Likely Will Be NSFW

[MashedPotatoes]

cross cuntry skiing!

[AK47bp]

No shit in that skin track.




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[splat]

[grinch]

#nolavender

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[splat]

[splat]

[MakersTeleMark]

$15 mil in '85 was a lot of yayo. Props Mr. Bear.

[LegoSkier]

Well this is a whole sordid tale behind the bear. I guess they are making a movie about it https://slate.com/culture/2021/03/co...-thornton.html

Apparently you can visit cocaine bear stuffed in a mall too. The ad for the mall in the linked story is a must watch cinematic masterpiece.

[I Skied Bandini Mountain]

WTF bear ever hear of sharing?

[dannynoonan]

If I ever take that much, I hope they put my dead ass on display too

[MakersTeleMark]

Just a wee bit more than some dust in a baggie.

[riser4]

Just a wee bit more than some dust in a baggie.

Billy Strings rocks!

[Core Shot]

Well this is a whole sordid tale behind the bear. I guess they are making a movie about it https://slate.com/culture/2021/03/co...-thornton.html

Apparently you can visit cocaine bear stuffed in a mall too. The ad for the mall in the linked story is a must watch cinematic masterpiece.

Must read for sure

Unfortunately for filmgoers hoping for an ursine Scarface, the part of the true story of the cocaine bear that involves a bear doing cocaine is extremely brief. Sometime in November of 1985, a black bear living in the Chattahoochee National Forest in north Georgia stumbled upon a duffel bag containing about 75 pounds of 95 percent pure cocaine. The bear, which only weighed about 175 pounds itself, ate some of the cocaine and died within about 20 minutes—scarcely enough time to make any grandiose bear plans, never mind hitting the clubs with Michelle Pfeiffer. The chief medical examiner at the Georgia State Crime Lab later estimated the bear had absorbed about 3 or 4 grams of cocaine into its bloodstream at the time of its death. After about a week, a local hunter, never identified, found the bear and told his friends about it, but didn’t report it to the authorities. It took three weeks for the story to trickle down to a game and fish agent through word-of-mouth. That agent handed the story off to the Georgia Bureau of Investigation, and they discovered the bear’s body on Dec. 20. At some point between the time the hunter found the bear and the GBI’s arrival, all of the cocaine disappeared, although, as a GBI agent noted, “the bear obviously didn’t eat 75 pounds of cocaine.” Another agent was similarly suspicious of the empty, cocaine-residue-free wrappers found in the duffel bag, telling reporters, “Something ain’t right, I’ll tell you that.”

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That’s the only part of the true story of the cocaine bear where bears and cocaine intersect, and it’s not all that cinematic, but the manner in which the cocaine found its way to the Chattahoochee National Forest in the first place has more than enough plot for a movie. On the morning of Sept. 11, 1985, Fred M. Myers of Knoxville, Tennessee, found a dead man in his driveway, sprawled out on his back over an unopened parachute, seemingly fine except for a trickle of dried blood from each nostril. Myers later remembered hearing a crash around midnight the night before. The dead man was wearing a bulletproof vest and night vision goggles and carried two different pistols, ammunition, a stiletto, freeze-dried food, six Krugerrands, $4,500 cash, IDs in multiple names, a membership card to the Miami Jockey Club, and several inspirational epigrams, one of which read, “There is only one tactical principle not subject to change: It is to inflict the maximum amount of wounds, death and destruction on the enemy in the minimum amount of time.” He also had a duffel bag with about 75 pounds of cocaine, all of which was recovered. Police identified him as Andrew Carter Thornton II, of Paris, Kentucky, a former police officer and Drug Enforcement Administration agent who’d been accused of stealing weapons from the China Lake Naval Weapons Center and conspiring to smuggle marijuana into the United States back in 1981. The Federal Aviation Administration concluded that he had jumped from an altitude of 7,000 feet and gotten his parachute lines tangled with the duffel bags of supplies and cocaine strapped to his waist

[krp8128]

So two crooked alphabet agency types jump from 7k feet at night strapped with tech, guns and 75lbs of cocaine. One splats in a driveway, the other looses his bag in the woods and before he can find it a bear gets a good snort and ODs.

WTF.

[rideit]

File under "stranger than fiction". I hope there?was a hot coke-ho involved...

[TahoeJ]

When there’s coke involved, there’s always a hot coke ho lurking. It’s a package deal.

[MontuckyFried]

The classic original for context in case you missed it:

Yup. Still awesome.

[splat]

[Viva]

The Shit Sandwich?

[Core Shot]

SchiezenPants?

[MakersTeleMark]

Butt nipples > Thicc asses.

[TahoeJ]

Butt dimples, I think you mean.

[MakersTeleMark]

Butt dimples, I think you mean.

Fucking yoda. Yes. Ha.

[I Skied Bandini Mountain]

Thumb prints

[Tech Tonics]

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I just saw this dude in Durango today!