Originally posted by MexicanMasterRace
ya casper killed her with his dick
Prolly. One of the few things I miss about H is being able to fuck like a lanky overweight porn star. Just hours. And then when you finally nut it’s like someone punted you in the taint with a pointy boot.
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At a friends house with my gf and a bunch of other people after driving down to San Diego to visit one of her friends at school. I forget what we did I think we went to some weird motel party. I do my usual and sneak off and smoke dope in the bathroom with the shower running. She and her friend have clearly started doing coke and the mdma capsules in the ashtray in the car are suddenly awol now too. I’m unusually relaxed which is rare for me around a bunch of people I don’t know. Strike up conversation with some people at one of the SDSU off campus housing things and a handful of them come over to our house to drink. At this point I’m probably a gram or more into my heroin (which at the time was an insane amount for me), maybe 6 or 7 beers and a few glasses of makers. I’m just fucked. Gf comes back in, she and her skank friend prance and giggle their way to the bathroom together to take candid pictures of each other on the toilet. Comes out and sees me talking to a couple of the new people, one of which was a girl. She’s already being loud and obnoxious, but now she’s also being super territorial n shit. She’s standing in front of me and wiggling her butt back and forth, and sliding her hand down my pants. At some point I tell her to chill, bc the other people obviously think this is awkward and her energy level is way to high for like 1am. I kinda disengage from her and she gets pissed, I say something like “Maybe if you weren’t acting like a fucking tweaker”. She and her friend leave.
Its now like 2:30 and she’s not answering my texts. I tell her if she too fucked up, just call me and I’ll pick them up (rofl). Eventually I get pissed off that she’s purposely not answering her phone, and I lay down in the living room and pass out with a mixing bowl and a water bottle bc I’m almost positive I’m gonna puke. Smoke some more heroin to settle my stomach and pass out. Come half conscious and she’s on top of me on the living room floor, and there was some other random passed out a few feet away but she was just on her own little thing. I’m so numb I barely know what’s going on I can’t even feel me inside of her but I feel her scratching and grinding against me, then I pass out again.
Wake up. Mouth tastes awful. It’s fucking cold bc someone left the patio door open, and all I found was a bath towel to use as a blanket. There’s a groan like a bagpipe being stepped on. I feel so awful I just want to go back to sleep. My belt and buckle are digging into the back of my ass and I’m sweaty and it’s freezing and I move my hips to try to pull them up. Try to get under the towel, but her hand is against my cheek and it’s just so fucking cold. I think that’s what made me realize the groan was coming from her. I roll over and push her off me and her blue eyes are open but half shut. I know she sometimes has night terrors and sleeps with her eyes open, but she doesn’t make noise like this. I try to shake her awake. I’m whispering to her. I shake her harder. Now I’m getting loud and panicky. The feeling when I realized what was going on was like having everything in my chest sucked out into the vacuum of space. I think I said to the sleeping girl “is this real? Is this real” over and over again. Now I’m cursing and freaking out. I try doing cpr, but the sounds she’s making sound like I’m hurting her. A couple of her friends have woken up now. Someone’s saying “Give her some water! Give her water!” And I’m like she can’t even swallow dude. Someone says there’s a fire station a couple blocks away. I can’t find the keys. I’m about to cry. One of the other friends is calling 911. One of the people from earlier offers to drive. I put her over my shoulder to get her out the door and she throws up. I lay in the truck bed with her and she almost slides out the tailgate when he rounds the end of the block. Guy rings the bell. The firefighters were awesome. I wish I could’ve been that calm. I can’t tell them what she’s taken bc I really don’t know. I tell them her name. They ask if has any medical conditions or allergies. For some reason I feel that her strawberry allergy is pertinent info. They’re shining lights in her eyes and putting a tube down her throat. Other emts or whatever put her on a thing and before know what’s going on, they’re already gone.
I didn’t think to ask where they were taking her, or whether I could ride with her. The guy that drove me, is really cool. Offers to smoke me out. We’re just really quiet but then I start having a panic attack so I ask for him to drop me off. Go back. Find her keys. Take her car. Park behind a market and get high. The last 2 balloons aren’t in my wallet. I get furious. Then I finally cry and I cry for like an hour until I have a headache.
Would not recommend the experience.
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I remember walking in the rain in October with this girl, high off our heads on mushrooms and drinking mickeys and EnJ Brandy from a water bottle. She had to pee, and so we walked into the park where we wouldn’t get stopped. I’m looking out for her and a few seconds later I hear her yell SHIT and i turn around and she’s slid down an embankment and she’s upside down with her underwear around her knees, up to her shoulder in a recycling bin.
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It’s hilarious how when you’re 20, being as scummy drug addict who punches people is what some people find cool and interesting. In your 30s, people respond a lot better to getting your shit together and having a decent credit score.
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In short...it seems like we were really born in the wrong generation when any weepy faggot with some ink and a pill habit can become a multimillionaire recording artist.
/mad
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Ukulele plunking and pan flute with obnoxious window-rattling bass
Got the DRIP From ma DICK Bitch I’m SICK Hit a LICK Now I’m FLUSH Smoke too MUCH Gonna THROAT Fuck this TRICK Ecstasy in my FIJI Hit POPEYES Cop a THREE PIECE All these HOES Wanna SEE ME Rub they FEET On my PEE PEE
*anime samples*
*ukelele interlude*
BROOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMP BR BR BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMP
Tiktiktik TIktiktiktik
BR BR BROOOOOOOOOOOOOMP
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Why do you get so agitated over conversation? Also not a good look.
*facepalm* to think that making a fucking rap song about Jesus means ANYTHING at all.
I only know he doesn’t give a fuck about Jesus bc every single thing about him is what Jesus was against: Materialism, ego, pride, greed...list goes on.
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Originally posted by Octavian
I hope my beard fills out like yours.
Thanks. That’s one thing my family has never been lacking is hair. Lol,
Originally posted by MexicanMasterRace
You've always been sexy. I want to wrap my arms around your chest and give your third nipple a nibble
When the aforementioned Civil War 2.0 occurs, I’m going to assassinate JiE and drive my cool motorcycle to Illinois so I can carry you away from the chaos like Whitney Houston in The Bodyguard.
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Originally posted by Sudo
The original story of the sandman by E.T.A. Hoffman was an optician who blinded children, stole their eyes, killed their family members and drove them mad until they killed themselves.
Im literally watching the wiggles right now and it seems no less sinister than an eye stealing sand man
There is nobody in the world who knows so many stories as Ole-Luk-Oie, or who can relate them so nicely. In the evening, while the children are seated at the table or in their little chairs, he comes up the stairs very softly, for he walks in his socks, then he opens the doors without the slightest noise, and throws a small quantity of very fine dust in their eyes, just enough to prevent them from keeping them open, and so they do not see him. Then he creeps behind them, and blows softly upon their necks, till their heads begin to droop. But Ole-Luk-Oie does not wish to hurt them, for he is very fond of children, and only wants them to be quiet that he may relate to them pretty stories, and they never are quiet until they are in bed and asleep. As soon as they are asleep, Ole-Luk-Oie seats himself upon the bed. He is nicely dressed; his coat is made of silken fabric; it is impossible to say of what color, for it changes from green to red, and from red to blue as he turns from side to side. Under each arm he carries an umbrella; one of them, with pictures on the inside, he spreads over the good children, and then they dream the most beautiful stories the whole night. But the other umbrella has no pictures, and this he holds over the naughty children so that they sleep heavily, and wake in the morning without having dreams at all.
Totes not a pedophile. Mr. Duraj should cosplay as this dude.
Also reminds me I need to finish the graphic novels. They were fucking good.
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