def meth up his nose. or a lot of snow.
Cruise-ships of choice:
BigSugar, that was some mighty fine story telling right there!!!
Sprite
"I call it reveling in natures finest element. Water in its pristine form. Straight from the heavens. We bathe in it, rejoicing in the fullest." --BZ
Most likely yayo, or "cocaine".
Could be any sort of upper, meth, adderall, anysort of thing like that.
Some people have an upper experience on lower doses of oxycontin.
Whatever, no bueno
Your friend's behavior is exactly like that of a friend of mine who was manic as well as a cocaine addict. Your description was word for word of what this guy was like during his final few weeks here. We then checked him into a mental/rehab hospital. Ask your friend if he has any history of manic depression or the like. Exacerbated symptoms include schizophrenia and similiar behavior.
"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring."
Cocaine's a hulluva drug...and, true, likwid has no clue what he's talking about.
Some people will tell you that slow is good - and it may be, on some days - but I am here to tell you that fast is better. Being shot out of a cannon will always be better than being squeezed out of a tube.
I'm with you. I've been around everything from "recreational" use to full blown addiction. Most of it's bad to be around for a litany of reasons.
Coke is really scary shit. It's highly addictive, and the saddest part is what it does to your brain. It fucking ruins you.
If someone's talking about quitting while still using, that means they're hooked. The only difference between them and any other addict is that they know they're hooked.
"I knew in an instant that the three dollars I had spent on wine would not go to waste."
I killed rideit with a hammered fawn.
This is what I look like after drinking too much, smoking alot of pot, and not sleeping, pretty much the last 8 months of my life! Cheers to the single life! I'd say not good solid evidence...also asthmatics tend to have these dark circles b/c they are oxygen deprived.
As for raccoons, a rabid one ended up in our garage when I was a little kid and a big scary Johnny Law came and shot the fucker. I think it made him feel tough.
"Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut." Ernest Hemingway
my guess is a real speedy e-bomb!!
If you’re lucky, you’ll score his stereo, CDs, and skis hella cheap.
The trumpet scatters its awful sound Over the graves of all lands Summoning all before the throne
Death and mankind shall be stunned When Nature arises To give account before the Judge
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The only thing worse than the feeling that you are going to die is the realization that you probably won't.
Do you get to jam the needle in their chest like Pulp Fiction?
The trumpet scatters its awful sound Over the graves of all lands Summoning all before the throne
Death and mankind shall be stunned When Nature arises To give account before the Judge
GYPSUM — A couple of teenagers had some trouble with psychedelic mushrooms Dec. 11, but didn’t have any nuclear bombs, according to a Sheriff’s report.
The two ate five to six mushrooms apiece to celebrate one of them going away. A deputy showed up after someone called concerned about the two. One teenager approached the deputy carrying an open jar of peanut butter with a cologne bottle stuck inside.
The other teenager complained he was dying. He had tears in his eyes, a beet-red face and was spitting out white chunks of something.
The deputy asked if the two had any guns, knives or nuclear bombs. One had a pipe, but no weapons of mass destruction.
The deputy released the first teenager to his father and took the second teenager to the hospital and later arrested him for unlawful use of a controlled substance.
Is it radix panax notoginseng? - splat
This is like hanging yourself but the rope breaks. - DTM
Dude Listen to mtm. He's a marriage counselor at burning man. - subtle plague
here's a song for phUnk and the other raccoon posts.
Dead Raccoon Song
"In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, — no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair." -Emerson
You claim to know wtf you're talking about, then vomit up this bullshit. Equating a night of doing blow with eating a Big Mac is moronic and costs you a lot of credibility in this thread. Too bad too, since your first post was pretty right on, IMHO. I wish Lenny Bias had gone to Mickey D's instead of his friend's dorm room that night.
Out of your list only 2 "substances" can actually kill you in a binge night: Coke and Alcohol. Unless you're doing shots with a vengeance the alcohol will likely cause you to pass out before you ingest a lethal dose. When you're on a snortin' rampage the more you do the more you want... it fuels itself. You say you're smiley and happy when you're doing lines - I would be at the beginning stage of partying as well. Then... the higher I got, the more I noticed if my line was 3 grains smaller than the next... if I was losing a turn to new people showing up... if I had paid more, etc.
I have no problems with shrooms or pot - hell, I still get safe several times a week. I am addicted to Cocaine. I haven't used it in almost exactly 15 years, and hopefully never will again, but when I did it scared me more than any other drug I tried. I sold my College Education and a piece of my soul to that substance, and through good friends, family, and - believe it or not: skiing - I managed to drive that monkey away.
Now, tell me again how one night of bumps doesn't mean anything.
Last edited by Tippster; 12-22-2006 at 04:00 PM.
I'll share...I was heavily addicted to coke and crack for a period as a teenager. $400 a day was not enough, and if I had been uber-rich, I would be dead. I haven't touched it, or even been tempted by it, since christmas day, 1985, when I almost died in a shithole hotel in the bronx, smoking base with one hand on the door of the hotel room, in case I keeled over. Powerful, powerful drug. One that I can never play with again. I got over it, and went on, I am actually thankful I went through all of that before college. I don't understand dabblers, and don't really know any successful ones that don't tip the see-saw a little too hard, as it were. Be careful out there, kids.
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