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Cocaine is a bad drug and you should feel bad if you use it

  1. #1
    Buying D X M would be a better use of your money. Cocaine is such garbage for the price. I would probably use it if I lived in South America and it was $10 a gram, but I don't.

    Post last edited by Discount Whore at 2017-05-21T23:54:52.571616+00:00
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    Can we add heroin and meth to the list as well?
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    Originally posted by Dargo Can we add heroin and meth to the list as well?

    I've only had heroin but I'd say it is at least worth the money. Good bang for your buck if you aren't addicted. Meth I believe is also good bang for your buck.

    Cocaine is just all around sHITE

    Post last edited by Discount Whore at 2017-05-21T23:55:31.283402+00:00
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    so THAT'S what D X M means
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    RestStop Space Nigga
    I guess I kind of agree in a way. I'd personally say it's more of a wasteful and unnecessarily expensive drug vs Meth. A gram of high quality shard can last me a week if I'm using it with purpose rather than getting purposely batshit to the moon high. I wouldn't say heroin is a waste or "bad"...I was offered what looked like half a tenth of supposedly bomb stuff the other day and politely declined. I don't dislike boy it's just opiates were never my thing and whoever else ended up doing the 50mg~ or so would have enjoyed it infinitely more than I would have.

    Edit: Also...my ex-gf's uncle who has traveled the world extensively was buying what would equate to 8 balls for $5 in Columbia. Granted it was in the early 1990's but still.

    Post last edited by RestStop at 2017-05-22T00:15:33.559145+00:00
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  6. #6
    Even its pure uncut straight off the brick in a one nugget/piece?
  7. #7
    If you sniff coke guaranteed you've sniffed something that's been up some dirty mexican ass
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    Sophie Pedophile Tech Support
    Coke blows, if you'll excuse the pun.
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    bling bling Dark Matter
    a dnt murk uip ma nose
  10. #10
    cocaine is garbage. it literally does nothing but make me irritated and put me in a bad mood and makes it hard to concentrate
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    Dionysus Houston
    I prefer speed.
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    DocFoster Tuskegee Airman [concentrate my unpalatable boomer]
    Tried it once, figured if I'd try it, it's go big or go home, so I went on a one evening spree. Fair few lines, many bumps.

    Sure it's fun, but so not worth it.
    5.5/10
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    hydromorphone victim of incest [insincerely conduce my paisley]
    Cocaine makes me feel great. I think you've been using it wrong or some shit.

    Yeah I agree... Cocaine for the price is shit. It is fun once in a blue moon though and you can actually find some top shelf fish scale. Or right now I'm getting a migraine... That shit is wonderful just to use a small bump medicinally to get rid of a migraine.

    I think meth is more cost effective and more fun. But I feel it's far more taxing on your health to be doing it versus a few nights up on blow.
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    RestStop Space Nigga
    Cocaine is too fiendish to be economical even at plug prices. On cocaine I need a line at least every hour or so but with meth especially
    really pure stuff I can snort half a tenth and be cool and not even think about the next line for a good 12-14 hours later.
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  16. #16
    I agree, you people disgust me.



    that feel when your so high you think everyone in your life is setting up a meth lab in your basement so they can bust you in a sting operation and even the entire neighborhood and local TV crews are in on it.

    Naturally though, my mind destroys itself before any police officer is given the chance to do it to my rib cage. While I’m feigning sleep on the couch, there are obviously people climbing in and out of the basement through one of the windows. And it’s obviously Jack, his wife, and their friend who is a bounty hunter whose little sister died in an explosion from an anhydrous tank tweakers had stored in their garage across the street from her house and is looking for vengeance. With a die hard meth addict…

    And they’re obviously planting the requisite material for starting a baby blue lab downstairs. Because a scraped out baggie somewhere in my steering column is not a sure enough jail term for this punk ass junkie leaning on his parents and soiling the sanctity of their home. No, let’s get him manufacturing for 25 large.

    All of a sudden “reality” sets in and I spring from the couch, sprinting for the basement. I need to tackle them all before they can get back out and call the police. Nearly killing myself stumbling down the stairs I hear the footsteps when I reach the bottom of my perps running through the lawn above, having successfully crawled out one of the windows. The kind of old ass basement window that reluctantly cranks open, giving about an 8 inch square opening. It doesn’t matter. Irrespective of any possible physically viable escape route, they were here and now there’s some strange residue on the floor, and certainly a stash of Ephedrine and camera batteries that I must find before a police bust through the walls. I grab some trusty bleach and start soaking the floor with it, especially where I see foreign bumps of some material (I think it ended up being soap scum from the wash) and I furiously begin ripping apart cardboard boxes. Where is all that lithium a dog will go running right for? Random items I find that even have a passing relation to a remote tie to meth or anything that looks like meth I start crushing and flushing or running upstairs to the garbage disposal. And of course, saturating with bleach. A shredded basement and about 30 minutes later somehow I gain this bizarre confidence that I have destroyed any possible evidence. Unbelievably, and this is where I will cause confusion in a lot of you, my original shit was sitting upstairs buried at the bottom of a full can of Folgers. It’s almost impossible to describe the thinking but somehow real meth was less precarious to me than..nothing.

    The rest of that Saturday, and I’m talking until about 10:00 am the next day was spent perched on a chair in the kitchen between the basement and the back door because I needed my eye on one and my ears on the other. I actually put some more shit in front of the doors and felt that the only way that back door could be easily opened, before I could open a North side window and dust these fuckers down an alley is if my neighbors came up through the basement again and opened it from the inside. Not about to let that happen I sat in the kitchen on a wooden chair, with a baseball bat, bruising my ass leaning forward for upwards of 1000 solid minutes, watching out of the corner of my eye the top of those basement stairs and out of the corner of my other eye, the door. I was ready to smoke any non-uniformed motherfucker that came up those stairs. About twice an hour I’d go back in the basement to clear out meth manufacturing tools they were tossing down the laundry chute and skillfully bouncing towards adjacent walls. I did this for like 12 or 13 hours, I kid you the fuck not. I didn’t really sleep at all but looking back I know there were moments where my consciousness split for a minute or two. It was way fun. Do drugs.


    WHERE ARE YOUR PAPERS!!! SHOW US YOUR PAPERS!!!! THOSE AREN'T GREY MARKET RESEARCH CHEMICALS AT ALL!!! HE'S COOKING METH IN HERE!!!! TEAR UP THE ENTIRE HOUSE AND CHEMICAL SWAB TEST THE PAINT ON THE WALLS THIS FUCKER IS GOING DOWN!!!!

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    CHEMICAL SWAB TEST THE PAINT ON THE WALLS
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    They actually do that if they think you are hardcore enough i.e no shake and bake cooks.

    I've even heard tales of them testing the ground water and taking soil samples for evidence to use in court.
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    The last time I got coke it was cause I didn't wanna do meth but wanted an epic fap sesh. Also my girl was being difficult. So,

    Got a shitty room at a Red Roof, bought some Vaseline, logged into the wifi and did some lines and pulled up pornhub. Blocked with opendns. Finally got on cliphunter.com and started jerkin and snorting lines. All was good for about an hour and then I got booted off the wifi like 3 times. Vpned into my home network and continued on. After another hour I got a fucking knock at the door. I was so fucking paranoid and I checked the peephole and it was some Indian dude. I'm guessing the hotels bootleg IT guy.

    Dude how are you gonna do that? Of course I didn't answer. Why would he think I would get the door? Nigga shoulda just throttled me. I was so embarrassed that when I finished up the 2 grams at 1 am and cummed, showered etc I sat there paranoid for an hour then finally ran out of the room and left my room key in the Dropbox and hauled ass out of there.

    I was just paranoid the rest of the night. Stupid drug.
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  20. #20
    bling bling Dark Matter
    y u post a pic of uk police doign over a grow
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