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Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
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What is the WORST reaction to psychedelic drugs you've EVER SEEN?
Originally posted by The King of White People
I pooped my pants
Originally posted by Xlite
Friend almost FUCKING KILLS SOMEONE. (no details or description)
Originally posted by -mal-
I ran home and puked.
Originally posted by Obbe
My friend could hardly stand up at one point.
Originally posted by Item 9
I peed in my bed.
WOAH-HO YOU GUYS! Pretty fucked up stuff!!
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Originally posted by greenplastic
injected fentanyl into my arm
toss n wash on a public bus
being barred out and browsing NIS on my phone sitting between 2 black people on the bus
kek, be sure you explain that .space is part of the url so they can sign up after beating your ass
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I once even went the lengths of having a custom hardwood toilet seat made, it had feet grooves carved into it for optimum traction. I commissioned a out of work carpenter from Craig's List. I remember him having a look of bewilderment when I explained my job to him lol. Was a bit awkward having to squat on the template for him to draw a pattern around my feet.
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Once in county jail I gather someone was too bashful to defecate in the cell with their mates, so they conveniently left a huge coil in the day room showers. You've never seen a chiseled from stone, fearless convict cower away in utter fear as fast as when he faced an unexpected visit from the fecal fairy.
It was funny as hell seeing 2 older ebony gents go into rants about "fucking weirdos shitting in the shower" & that this was "cruel & unusual punishment" as they donned make-shift Hazmat suits w/checker board chest shields (held around the neck with toilet paper rope) & surgical masks of old commissary bags. The gloves were fashioned out of zip lock bags that the initial hygiene pack was handed out in & made the tossing of cleaning chemicals from feet away an ardous task. It took 2 wily vets over an hour to do so, as the bewildered C.O. just stood there scratching his head. I remember one of the clean up guys Mr. Willie wandered around for days stroking his chin mumbling aloud "who tha fuck shits in a shower ?!". Mind you there was only 2 stalls for roughly 50 heads & that one was avoided like the plague for mo.'s by the heads in the "know".
Weeks later it was determined that a guy in D-17 was the culprit who was referred from then on as "Filthy Mac Nasty" & "Shitfrey Dahmer". He was ostracised from the group,left out of the spade tournaments & the related comradery(discussing the buttocks of the musical artists on BET,whose the best rapper debates, etc.),,,ah the memories
I defecate in a manner I termed "drago technique" it is the norm for many original people. I used to call it the "gargoyle" but I have elevated the game to have perfect weight distribution as to not break any more toilet seats. My non-perfected technique has been responsible for many a broken toilet seat that has cost me 2 concubines & a 425$ damage charge from a Marriot. It promotes better bowel evacuation & keeps the knees limber.
As a child my family travelled the globe, I remember fondly while in India during the 70's, another child stumbled upon me in "drago" formation, well back then it was "gargoyle"(coined due to the familiarity of looking as if perched on a roof top like the afore named statues). He was perplexed,ran & told his father who was some kind of village holy man, who then assured me & his seed that it was completely normal, which I already knew lol. To this day I ponder if Sanu picked up the drago technique,,,
I expect many people are grumpy & @ risk of colon rot/cancer just by simply not shitting properly.
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Originally posted by mmQ
I have 800 FB friends
Are you a fucking Youtuber? 800... you are like this lonely drunk Pizza dude in the stone cold fucking nothingness of Fargo (I have only seen the movie) in my mind. Like Malice with a cat, a hat and a car.
800 my nigga. I don't think I have talked to 800 people in my entire life.
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2017-01-21 at 10:05 PM UTC
in
sum1` lick me a co2 pistol
i need sumthin to bust shots at drunk noods in the park while hi
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Here's a classic. Tell them you are gonna send nudes and send your ass
This is actually my arm though.
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believe it or not I'm not ripping on you personally here, but how the fuck do you manage to meet so many fucking degenerates?
Birds of a feather...
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believe it or not I'm not ripping on you personally here, but how the fuck do you manage to meet so many fucking degenerates?
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2015-09-29 at 1:10 PM UTC
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scariest sexual experience?
lolwut
That's literally the story. This weirdo from the church I went to growing up contacted me, and offered to pay for me to go to the casino and gamble with him (he has/had a major gambling addiction). I played a lot of poker at the time and was broke so I said fuck it, why not. He gave me money, we played poker and table games and I got progressively drunk before we drove back to his place for me to drink more (he was barely drinking). I intended on simply passing out on his couch and leaving in the morning, and then like I said, I told him to 'oh suck my dick' as in something you say to someone who said something weird or stupid, I wasn't literally telling him to suck my dick, but he thought I was or he used it as an opportunity to tell me that he would actually suck my dick, confirming my suspicions that he was indeed a creepy, weird fuck. I was like 22 at the time and he was probably 28 or 29 and he had braces, ha. Like I said I laughed it off and he did too, tried to play it off like he was joking, but it was awkward. He went to bed a short while later and I laid there thinking about how fucked up it was that a grown man just offered to suck my fucking cock, and it made me angry for some reason, and pissed me off to the point where I felt justified in stealing the two thousand dollars (because he's a gambling addict) he had sitting on the desk just inside his room. It was obviously quite clear it was me, and he tried contacting me again the next day. I ignored his calls for a while and eventually talked to him, denying everything, knowing he had no proof. That's the story. I got away with it and haven't spoken to the dude in probably 6 or 7 years. gud tymes :)
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2015-09-29 at 12:47 PM UTC
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scariest sexual experience?
getting drunk with this weird guy from my old church, hazily recall getting mad and telling him to suck my dick and him telling me he would do it and to drop my pants. I laughed it off but it made me quite uncomfortable so I waited til he passed out and stole two thousand dollars from him. Ha.
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2015-09-09 at 6:25 AM UTC
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Anyone try smoking T-PAIN?
Lately I've been about crushing up like 11-12 50mg wellbutrins and mixing them in an oil-based paste with about 20 abilifies and 5 tylenols, and you let them dissolve for a bit and then they begin to synthesize into this metabolite-rich powdery deal, and then you add in 2 pieces of white bread (the heels) and you let those dissolve in the mixture, and you then you cook it all at 350 degrees for exactly 8 minutes and 25 seconds and take it out immediately putting in the freezer for the same 8 minutes and 25 seconds. Take it out and let it sit at room temp for a few minutes and add one more piece of white bread and 6 more liquified tylenols and just this dash of spice on time for garnish, and then you just like, you just like eat it with a spoon or your hand but you need to eat it all fairly quickly because the chemical properties disappear pretty quickly otherwise unless you get it inside your body where they flourish, so try to eat the mixture within 5 minutes I'd say had the best results for me personally.
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2015-09-06 at 7:11 AM UTC
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How did religion begin?
Zanick
motherfucker
[my p.a. supernal goa]
Religion began the same way science began. As a way to try and explain the world around us.
I think that's the logical starting point, but carries some assumptions regarding their ecology.
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I don't have any ghost experiences, sadly. I wish I had them. And sleep paralysis, but minus the paralysis. I need to be able to move when I see the sickest demon in front of me. I've watched too many horror movies, so I could make up the scariest looking demon with my mind.. and not being able to move would result in me having a heart attack. No thanks.
didn't happen. ghosts aren't real you fucking retard.
Who let the 15 year old use the internet without a guardian? Hahaha.
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Give us an account of your real life experiences with poltergeists/ghosts. Try to keep it serious.
When I was about 10 or 12 years old, I walked into my mother's bedroom at about 3 in the morning. She was sleeping on a king-sized, wooden-frame bed, which weighed at least 200-300 pounds. I opened the door and the bed was right there in front of me floating about three or four feet off the floor and rocking gently from side to side and too and fro, just like a boat on calm water. I went into complete shock for a moment and my entire body froze like an icicle. I literally could not even move a single muscle. After about a full 30 seconds, my muscles started to unlock and I walked forward until I was at the foot of the bed. When I got to the bed, it was still floating three to four feet off the floor and gently swaying in mid air. I reached down, feeling like I was caught in slow motion, and passed a hand under one of the legs. It passed right under, back and forth, nothing there holding the bed up. It was no mirage. It was no dream. No trick of the light. Right there I knew it was for real and my life view changed forever. There are invisible people, or creatures, or things, or whatever they are, right behind this curtain of reality we live in, and right there I knew for a positive, verified fact that they are for real.
I walked around to the side of the bed and saw my mother laying there sleeping peacefully as she gently rocked in unison with the bed, just like she was sleeping in a boat on calm water. Then I called out in a loud whisper, "Mom... Mom.... Mom...", getting louder and more urgent each time, but she didn't answer, so I reached out and grabbed her arm firmly and called her again, but she still didn't wake up. The bed continued to float and hover this entire time. Then I yelled really loud, "MOM!!" and twisted her arm a bit and pulled on her, and her eyes finally opened, and at the exact same split second her eyes opened, the bed came crashing down onto the hardwood floor all at once so hard that wisps of dust came up out of the cracks of the floorboards. Then I told her what just happened, but she didn't believe me. It really did happen, though. This is a true story.
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