Daai bra anies hy's n fokken gam bra, Haai! Daai anies hy lam innie mang ja 'ken sy my nommer?' Xha! Boy what's your number? Twee ses? Twee sewe? Of is jy n ag bra?
Originally posted by Malice
A simple solution would have been to just log your usage. It could be something as simple as some day planner divided hourly and making simple tally marks for every dose you take.
A smartphone app would make this super easy and convenient.
Of course, when you’re in a certain state of mind you simply do not care and begin engaging in incredibly self-destructive behaviours. Thanatos.
Lol yea nobodys guna be recording their benzo use mid-binge. Flubro is STRONG. If me and RisiR say it then it is, altho he's kinda a pussy about it, I highly recommend trying it. I probably got closest to killing myself on flubro. That's when I was walking down the middle of a pitch black road in the snow. Good times, I miss it. I miss staying up til 4am trying to chase a high and reach a point I never will. I miss smoking syncans and waking up every 3 hours to hit another bong and then sleep for another 3 hours.
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Lanny, if you need some, hit me up. Flubromazolam is an essential part of one of the greatest cocktails ever. Here's the recipe.
You take a shaker and filll 1/3 with ice. Two shots of dark Rum and two shots of Gin. You put a leave of fresh mint in and a some orange peel but don't overdo it. Just a breeze.
Shake for 12 seconds and and pour the the liquid into a beer glass. Smoke a cigar while you do that and blow the smoke into the glass. Then you fill it 50/50 with Vermouth and Flubromazolam and put some sugar on the glass. Mix the sugar with Flubro, as well.
Then you chug the sludge.
- The world famous "Death Sentence"
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Originally posted by RisiR †
Lanny, if you need some, hit me up. Flubromazolam is an essential part of one of the greatest cocktails ever. Here's the recipe.
You take a shaker and filll 1/3 with ice. Two shots of dark Rum and two shots of Gin. You put a leave of fresh mint in and a some orange peel but don't overdo it. Just a breeze.
Shake for 12 seconds and and pour the the liquid into a beer glass. Smoke a cigar while you do that and blow the smoke into the glass. Then you fill it 50/50 with Vermouth and Flubromazolam and put some sugar on the glass. Mix the sugar with Flubro, as well.
Then you chug the sludge.
- The world famous "Death Sentence"
In general, one places the sugar on the glass before pouring liquid inside. Why? Because you make the top of the glass wet by putting it upside down in some water and then in some sugar/salt/flubro.
This picture is sad, man. The two guys are trying to hold onto some semblance of normalcy while their (presumed) grandfather is laying in the hospital, dying. Reminds me of when my geat-grandmother died a few years back. We fixed her a plate for Thanksgiving and put it in front of her even though her body was shutting down and she wasn't eating/drinking anything. We would soak a little sponge with water and squeeze it into her mouth, just so her mouth wouldn't be dry and lips wouldn't crack. It took her over a week of no calories to finally die, she only weighed 75lbs when they cremated her. My family (all nurses) kept her high as fuck on morphine and ativan so hopefully she died comfortably.
Damn, I need to see a doctor and neurologist. Some of these symptoms are so severe (the vast majority of the time, rarely feeling well enough to get out of the house for a few hours max couple times a month) and have been progressively getting worse for so long I seriously need to consider whether I could have an undiagnosed medical condition.
Of course lifestyle and everything else I’ve mentioned excessively play a major factor, but it’s honestly to the point where I’m not sure that’s enough to explain it.
I know 1337 had testicular cancer at one point, so shit can definitely come out of nowhere.
Originally posted by Sophie
Daai bra anies hy's n fokken gam bra, Haai! Daai anies hy lam innie mang ja 'ken sy my nommer?' Xha! Boy what's your number? Twee ses? Twee sewe? Of is jy n ag bra?
Originally posted by Malice
Damn, I need to see a doctor and neurologist. Some of these symptoms are so severe (the vast majority of the time, rarely feeling well enough to get out of the house for a few hours max couple times a month) and have been progressively getting worse for so long I seriously need to consider whether I could have an undiagnosed medical condition.
Of course lifestyle and everything else I’ve mentioned excessively play a major factor, but it’s honestly to the point where I’m not sure that’s enough to explain it.
I know 1337 had testicular cancer at one point, so shit can definitely come out of nowhere.
Or you could stop wasting my money and kill yourself.
There was an old Dutch man in the nursing home I used to work at last year. He was awesome, I used to go to his room and chat with him for hours. When a nurse wanted to do something with him, he would start cussing everyone out in Dutch. I can only hope I reach his level of not giving a fuck some day. He died on my birthday in January this year. I had already gotten fired, but his family sent me a card letting me know and I went to his funeral. He was hilarious and a huge sarcastic smart ass like me so we got along great.
He also got drafted to serve in WWII, but the officer at the intake place picked him to be an office assistant. While the Dutch guy was working in the office, he shredded his paperwork that ordered him overseas to fight, so he stayed in the US as an assistant for the whole war. Later on he became a PhD in biochemistry and ran the hospital lab for Chicago.
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