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The Retarded Thread: Malice Metro Edition
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2019-07-02 at 11:03 AM UTCDissociative drug use as a teenager left me with approximately 40% of my former mental acuityThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2019-07-02 at 11:13 AM UTCI was straight edge I guess that's why I'm not retarded
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2019-07-02 at 11:13 AM UTCok
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2019-07-02 at 11:20 AM UTCWhen I first came here Sploo would go on and on about how smart he was. WAS being the key work. I smoke spice and drink cough syrup, hurrrr durrrr.
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2019-07-02 at 11:27 AM UTCLol yeah, he did that a lot for most of his history on these sites
He actually seems like a very intelligent person when he's not doing drugs
For what seemed like a long time toward the end of his last time here, he seemed like he might actually be getting better -
2019-07-02 at 11:41 AM UTCWhat a waste.😒
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2019-07-02 at 12:34 PM UTCHe is. Neither of us are using Crouton anymote, which is a drug that makes you dumb without you really knowing for a while.
Originally posted by frumbob 🐎🦄🐈🐯🐷🦊 Partial Psychosis can be kinda fun but Complete Psychosis is really shitty and dangerous to experience, though it does make for better stories
Yeah, basically g. When I get psychosis now, it's really minor and not something to really get worked up about. Now back when I thought I God and had to leave the country and whatnot was dangerous but also more memorable. -
2019-07-02 at 12:39 PM UTC+++Drug talk= pooped
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2019-07-02 at 1:42 PM UTCenhancementj...ew
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2019-07-02 at 1:43 PM UTC
Originally posted by Technologist When I first came here Sploo would go on and on about how smart he was. WAS being the key work. I smoke spice and drink cough syrup, hurrrr durrrr.
Our religion is based around altered states of conciousness so I don't see how his use of psychoactive substances has anything to do with intelligence. -
2019-07-02 at 2:19 PM UTCSomebody lost some money i gave them and it landed in my fucking backpack. I don't know how it happened.
Debating giving it back as he already believes he has it and its only 20 dollars
Mostly I want to give it back but im gonna feel like a liar saying it came from my backpack. How the actual fuck? It was like 5ft away from where i handed it over.
However I've never gotten free drugs before and I think its about time I did.
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2019-07-02 at 2:24 PM UTCThe guy that ate all my ice cream when I suspected it was him but didn't for sure asked for a ride bout a half hour I way tried to give me 20 bucks for it and I was like no, lol I don't want it and he left it on the seat really quick and got out and I threw it back but it got stuck in the door as he closed it so I just kept it.
Then I learned it was him after the v logs came out and I was glad I kept it lol. -
2019-07-02 at 2:28 PM UTCDonate the $20 to Church of Trianglism for tax benefits
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2019-07-02 at 2:44 PM UTC
Originally posted by DietPiano The guy that ate all my ice cream when I suspected it was him but didn't for sure asked for a ride bout a half hour I way tried to give me 20 bucks for it and I was like no, lol I don't want it and he left it on the seat really quick and got out and I threw it back but it got stuck in the door as he closed it so I just kept it.
Then I learned it was him after the v logs came out and I was glad I kept it lol.
Lmao. Yeah im thinking about just dropping it in his bathroom or something like a total autistic fuck. -
2019-07-02 at 3:56 PM UTC
Originally posted by DietPiano I guess "hit" isn't the best word. I've never struck one of them. More along the lines of picking up their legs high up in the air and slamming them back on the bed, forcing their hands/limbs in positions where it will start to hurt right away, and pinning them stomach side down on their beds against their will and they stop doing whatever they were doing.
But in my defense, all of these people had dementia and were constantly fighting me; kicking, pushing, hitting, swatting, biting… And most of the time I gave responsible defensive action, deflecting attacks without causing harm to either them or myself, which basically consists of holding their hands together or holding their legs down (without causing harm or appreciable discomfort to them) until they get tired out and give up. All well and legal.
But other times, almost exclusively towards the end when fucking EVERYONE IN THE GODDAMNED FACILITY was immobile and had Alzheimers. Out of like, 30 people there, only like 2-3 could stand and walk with a walker, and they still needed someone to stand and hold onto them while walking. EVERYBODY ELSE had to picked up with an EZ stand or a hoyer, or be picked up via manhandling because they lose all their muscles via atrophy because we didn't have enough time to let them get up on their own or walk around with somebody, we just fucking man handled them up and about because it was faster. So then they turn into useless piles of fat that can't move on their own and have to be lifted with machines because their muscles (and brains) got so atrophied from disuse). The saddest thing was that they spent 80% of their day literally pushed up against a table staring at the wall. Not so much as a sheet of paper in front of them. And they all get sudden rapid progressing Alzy because they spend more time staring at the wall than me. I wish I wouldn't have been to high to like, print out some bible verses about circumcision for them to read so that they could at least do SOMETHING. Fucking morons running the place, many people refused to work there because of the things they saw going on at our facility in particular. I'm gonna RAPE them on google.
Anyway, I got off track. The ones that had to be manhandled or machine lifted were often combative (all of them had Dementia/Alzy) and tried to hit back I had to FORCE THEM UP as they're fighting with all their might to lay back in bed because the piece of shit nurses forced me to start getting people up at 5AM against their will, so of course they aren't happy to be forced out of bed lol. So by the end when they were all piles of demented, worthless, depressed, half-living piles of dog shits that did nothing but try to FIGHT MY LOVE AND CARE FOR THEM(!!!!!), they would try to beat me up and I got fucking sick of it after 2 years.
Once I started rapid tapering off Xanax is when shit got dicey for them, because I was going manic, paranoid schizophrenic, writhing in pain, severe brain popping, shaking, using PCP and bundy and tianpetine at work, actively hallucinating and never sleeping for weeks… My patience was G.O.N.E. So then I started fighting back playing by their rules, which meant instead of fighting defensively with intent to defuse without harming, I fought back aggressively with intent to subdue via sheer and utter physical dominance. Not with intent to injure or anything, just to get things to where they need to be as fast as possible. I also yelled at them until they cried sometimes, which isn't as bad as it sounds because they usually cry due to dementia whether I yell or don't yell. But I got so mean that I overheard one of the nurses say to the other when I was walking by from behind that "He's a mean, evil person" and I didn't talk to her anymore for a while. She got fired later but I didn't and she had a good cry over that lol.
I was only physically aggressive with the ones who were physically aggressive to me… but I guess I was verbally aggressive with anybody who pissed me off bad enough, but only during withdrawal like I said. And to be honest, I did it because it felt good to finally put the fear of God in some people that got to beat me up and talk shit to me (and good god do these people cuss you out nonstop) for free for up to 2 years. Some of them were straight up evil like me, and did things to piss people off intentionally as much as possible. I felt good about the guys that grabbed the other bitches' boobs and asses all the time though. They were all terrible people (other assistants), much much worse than me.
That is literally the worst job in the world. Any job is better than that job, and almost no job pays less than that job, which makes it straight up silly for anyone to choose to work there. Nobody who did was happy, they were miserable. The whole place smells like eggs and skin. At least I got a shitload of free rigs and alco pads doe.
Jesus christ just read this. I would rather be dead than put in a home like that. -
2019-07-02 at 5:14 PM UTCI can go on for days. Sadly that's not the worst or anywhere close to the meat and tomatoes of it. One of my more favourites is when I accidentally broke the leg of probably my favourite person in there that I think I was slightly related to.
She fell out of her chair (she was crippled) and I when I found her laying there I had the worthless DON come help me sit her up at the foot of her chair so she could do an assessment, and when I was moving her leg back towards the other one, there was this ridiculously loud *CRRRRRRRRAAAAAAACKCKKCKKKKCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!* sound neither me nor the DON batted an eye or said anything really; me because I was nervous that I would get sued or reprimanded for breaking somebody's leg, and her because she's a lazy fat pile of shit who didn't want to fill out a report, so we pretended that nothing happened without saying anything to each other, and finally someone else "found out" that her leg was broken when she couldn't stand on the lift. Then she finally got some Norco 5mg's (top kek). She died pretty soon after that and was the only person I ever cried for, but I did it before hand so didn't need to afterwards. -
2019-07-02 at 5:16 PM UTCAlso I would steal Dorothy's gummy bears lol
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2019-07-02 at 6:44 PM UTC"USA is the best, and the second best team"
- some dykey fem football player.
Fuck off and die. -
2019-07-02 at 6:46 PM UTCYeah, but fuherball doesnt matter
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2019-07-02 at 10:51 PM UTC
