I mean the stuff here is like 30-35% THC. If you're smoking stems and still getting high, a couple bowls of wedding cake or blueberry kush would ruin your fuckin day.
Originally posted by Bill Krozby
Yeah I've never visited california but I'd like to sometime. A lot of people from california moved to austin because its so expensive in california, but we ent up getting all these homeless people here.. like they were making tents and shit like under the bridges and it didn't used to be like that, they are actually making the "la quinta" hotel into a homeless shelter which in a way I see it can be a good thing but also as bad.
like check this out last summer I almost got mugged walking drunk down the street to my car after a show, like some guy asked me for money and I said "FUCK YOU" and I got shoved up against a pillard and he tried to reach down my back pocket, but I had my card near my dick and I already spent all my cash at the bar for my 30th whiskey
Austin is almost identical to LA. We just have better weed and weather.
If I end up moving to TX next year, that's probably where I'll go. Austin City Limits is in my bucket list.
I offered to get whatever u rewards wanted before for cost. But at this point I'd have to go pretty far out of my way but my acid guy was pretty awesome
Originally posted by Misguided Russian
My upstairs neighbor is with one. I hear her crying all the time, fighting, arguing, etc.
Decided to look em up one day, the dude has had his drivers license suspended but kept driving/ getting pulled over/ ticketed with it to the point of serving 90 days in jail LOL. Is being sued by an internet service provider for 5k in damages. Has unpaid parking tickets. Has been caught overclaiming government assistance, and has been to court for it. Is in debt to the state. Has been charged with assault but I guess case dropped or sealed because no info.
Oh, and hes a registered voter.
Where did he come from? California. We should build a fence around Cali complete with machinegun nests and landmines.
At least they know to shut the fuck up now if they forget and I hit the wall with a rifle. I called em both up one day while at work; they did not expect me to have their phone numbers; they seemed very apologetic. One dropped a pizza receipt with a phone number in a common area, the other has his phone number handwritten in one of the court documents.
If a natural disaster hits I am beheading both of them.
California itself kicks ass. It's the shitty faggotty people here I could do without. Do whatever you want to the state as long as I get a hall pass.
Besides Courtney from soccer, Britney in that red leather thing is one of the first girls I remember twirling my meat to before I discovered vaguely suspicious google image searches.
Had a mac computer on which my only entertainment was groliers encyclopedia (which had sweet 3D video clips and audio) and these 2 games:
Later on we got that sweet 56kbps internet and I remember spending a whole 90 min watching a tenacious d music video on windows media player home page bc it would play for 2 or 3 records and then have to buffer for 1 min,
I'm not really down about any of it, I'm just very self aware. Everyone is fucked up. I think everyone would be better off with a little more introspection. I don't trust people that don't see anything lacking in themselves.
Idk if it's that his eyes are big. His chin and jaw are just so small. Some rogaine on the beard might've worked wonders.
But now you have fucked up. Maybe when the police officer is asking you if you lost your parents, you'll remember to take Big daddy Caspas advice next time.
Ummmmm lets see. I eat when I'm bored. I got my teeth kicked in. I alternate between being incredibly introverted and being brutally honest, unable to find a happy medium in between. My back is curved. I have bitch tits. My dick looks weird on my gigantic fat body. I'm prone to anger and start arguments. I'm an awful judge of character bc I try too hard to give people credit even when they're probably massive pieces of shit. I'm easily able to rationalize away my responsibility for my part in the destruction and harm of other people, bc I completely own my fuckups so I feel like I shouldn't have to shoulder any extra burden (even though that's not the way any of this works). Ummmmm......I fantasize about being killed doing something heroic to lend meaning and balance to my otherwise bleak and squandered and sterile existence. I'm not super lazy I just don't have the energy to do much of anything anymore. I live in a room stacked with moving boxes and piles of clothes, electronics and other assorted bullshit. I'm late every single day to work. My hands shake and my heart pounds in my head when I get angry. Same thing when I have to do any kind of public speaking. I get anxiety often now, even though in my head I'm calm but it's unsettling to have my body do things I don't want it to do. I'm a disappointment as a son. I probably won't choose to see my father again before he dies- it's just doesn't feel high on my list of priorities right now. I've done some pretty reprehensible shit. I have no idea who I really am, and sometimes it's next to impossible for me to untangle myself from the criminal, impulsive, sometimes violent persona that I created for myself to feel more masculine and whole as the shiftless, drug addicted son of a single mother. I drove high. It's a miracle I didn't kill anyone. Early on I cut my product. I ripped people off. I overcharged friends. I stole from people. I lied a lot. I pawned my moms jedielry. I felt oddly fulfilled and turned on when a girl asked me to choke and hit her and hold her down. I have zero fashion sense. I hate my taste in music. I'm not nearly as talented or intelligent as anyone ever gave me credit for. I'm boring and just barely above average by every conceivable metric. I feel like it's my job to right wrongs and put people in their place. I'm often depressed. Thinking about killing myself is so routine that it's kind of just an intellectual exercise now. I'm not even unhappy, I'm just okay- but that scares the shit out of me that maybe that's all the rest of my life is. Not a lot scares me anymore bc the scariest thing was feeling yourself melt away and be completely out of control and have no idea who you are anymore.
And I leave laundry in the washer too long bc my attention span is shit so half the time it gets mildewed and I have to re wash it.
That's the only stuff I can think of off the top of my head that's probably passed any statute of limitations.
Good shit. Certainly won't be used against me at a later date. Lol.
