Reply With QuoteKaazoooooo!!!!!
Yeah fuck that... haters!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmKsC...eature=related
Long live Miley!! :)
Kaazoooooo!!!!!
I am visiting some froends I have not seen in years. The miSsus is at her mother and I am fucked.
Lif e is good.
I am drunk on sake watching Bunraku. Fun movie.
Today, I almost got into a fight with a dozen street punks at a festival, but they backed down, lucky for me. They were literally harrassing some old woman and I snapped.
Remember the episode of Louis where he confronts the teenager in the restaurant? It felt just like that, emotionally. My choice line during the confrontation was "Come at me. I'll tear through all of you like tissue paper."
There is way more to the story, but I hope I don't get stabbed someday. I have quite a self righteous anger that I developed by being picked on in middle school a lot. It's made me completely intolerate of bullies.
Deal with it...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmz_F...eature=related
WOW!!!
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Nice bird!!!
SHAGGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Would dancing naked wearing the skin of that ahole troll, to goodbye horses really be wrong?
I'm imagining that episode of Married With Children where Al Bundy keeps getting fucked up by the street punks while trying to protect some woman's virtue. The worse he gets beaten up the more he keeps getting messed up.Originally Posted by ElGuapo
He breaks the cycle by delivering an incredible monologue about why men fight to impress women.
HERE IT IS!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZgYsOE9d0w
Explain please?
How the hell did THIS become my favorite music:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmKsCMgROCQ
I mean, I wasn't always such a huge cheeseball. :(
I am drunk... Again.
Boyfriend and I are engaged. I am so happy I could pop. Parents and I haven't spoken for a year and ahalf. not seriouslt.
Any advice for a girl estranged from her family, but happier than she's sever been?
I want him to be the father of my children. I want to grow old with him. My parentds are convinced he's abusive, and I am sure that nothing will deter my parents from thinking this. I want to live my life as authentically as possivble. It saddens me that my parnets have this idea that isso stuck ing their heads (they've only spent like 3 hours talking to him, in the year and a half we've been together).
It makes me sad. I want my parents to be a part of my life, but they are not happy unless I am follwoing the path they tried ot lay out for me (college degree, sorority, sentate bound fiance, etc.). that's not thelife I want. I am happy. Why can't they be happy for me?
Show up one morning and tell them you and your fiancee are moving back into your old room. Hilarity will probably ensue.
Why are they convinced he's abusive? What's their reasoning?
Based on Siren's "coming out", I could hazard a guess...
That's not it at all. There's a weird dynamic between my parents and I, and I still get really awkward when I'm visiting them. They were pretty controlling when I lived with them, and I still feel the need to check to see if it is "okay" for me to leave the house.
Christmas was awful, and we spent every day in the living room, with everyone on their laptops, not speaking to one another, while Fox News was blasting away on the TV. Fiance, was, of course, very uncomfortable and I was too. I was very awkward when letting my parents know that we were leaving to go out to lunch, and then again when we were cutting our visit short. We literally couldn't stand being there one more day.
I think that is their reasoning behind thinking that Fiance is abusive.
That sounds like some surreal David Lynch scenario. My sincere sympathy.
It don't seems strange to me. Protective parents. Don't like partner. Love his daughter.
Will probably "hate" the partner forever, or until something click.
Can I get drunk by eating a cake with whiskey? because I have eat half a cake. <-- lies.
I wasn't talking about the protective parents thing. Just the sitting in the living-room on Christmas vignette.
Except for the Fox thing that sounds like my house every day.
I will put this here because I can't think of another place right now.
So I'm drinking beers, see. And I'm rolling my own cigarettes with Drum tobacco. I'm thinking that I'd like to watch my Baby Snakes DVD yet again. Because I think Zappa is great and it has Adrian Belew and Terry Bozzio on it.
Half way through I decide to look for any small bit of weed that I might have to add to the tobacco. To slightly enhance the experience, if you will. In one of my many film containers I find some lovely leaves. I am thrilled.
And so I add them to my next cigarette.
I put the headphones back on and turn off the light. I'm gonna watch Frank and his crew rock.
Big toke and another.
And I go away. Far away.
I do not know how long I was in another world. It was a special place. It had many small houses. I could look into each and every one. In fact I had to. It was my job to find out what I had done wrong with my life.
The houses were on a spiral, it was a tunnel that had always been there. The spiral was attached to my teeth by sharp wires. They pulled me back.
Eventually I came back as the computer screen appeared before me. Frank and his crew were playing a song called Asshole. Very apt.
Further study showed that I was not smoking weed. I had laced my cigarette with some old salvia that I had forgotten about. The smell, when i did smell the container, was unmistakable.
I was very lucky. Salvia has a short shelf life. If I had smoked the same amount of full potency I might have been on the floor screaming and my wife would have thrown me out of my house.
TL:DR Don't do drugs kids.
Off to google salvia.
Remember fat girls/boys need love too. Does it really matter what you bust a nut in this weekend?
Check out the Kate Upton is a Cow Thread.........
Flying back from Tampa this thin, good looking woman sits next to me on the plane. Maybe 30. But her voice made it pretty clear she was a two-pack a day girl, minimum. My wife insists this girl was hitting on me until I told her I was flying with my family in the next row over (there were four of us).
Anyway, this woman orders two bottles of whiskey (the mini bottles you get on a plane). And a ginger ale. She pours both bottles of whiskey into a plastic glass, no ice, and downs it all in less than a second. Then she cracks open the ginger ale and guzzles that, too.
Definitely out of my league.
If I had to guess, I'd say she's in PR or journalism.
She WAS doing something funky with a magazine. Marking it all up as she flipped through it. Said something to the attendant about giving the flight crew some magazines -- which made no sense to me whatsoever as her only carry on was a purse and the one magazine.
Salvia divinorum. I used to smoke it a lot a few years ago.
Back in my youth I did a lot of major psychedelic substances. LSD, DMT, psilocybin mushies, mescaline. And back then they were easy to get. As was hash oil and opium.
But all the good stuff was in the late 60s early 70s. Now you're likely to get some twisted soup of chemicals created by a chemistry major with a bad eye for pipettes.
These days the only way you can get that entheogenic head is with plants that haven't been put on the list. That is the list of illegal chemicals.
Certain botanicals are not yet illegal. That includes salvia (in some states), Hawaiian Baby Wood Rose seeds (in some states) and others.
The thing is, that salvia is the most potent hallucinogenic plant in the world. It's on the level of taking LSD. But the difference is how you take it.
The people that use it for a vision quest never smoke it. They chew it or make tea.
Only us idiots smoke it. And then it comes on like gangbusters. In a moment you forget that you smoked it. I mean totally forget it. The bolus of smoke in your lungs has not even been exhaled before you are gone.
The world that you are in is the place that you have always been in. You have no idea that you took a drug. It may last a minute or two. Or it may last 5 minutes. But you have always been there. It don't matter.
Meanwhile your body decides to do something. Maybe it's walk around and bounce off of walls. Or walk off of a roof. It's possible.
And that's why you need a sitter. Someone who will hold you and comfort you. And hold you down. While you spend time as a house. Or you are sucked down into the center of the Earth and find the Universe there.
Or depending upon the music you are listening to, find yourself speaking to an old soul who thinks that you are a speck on their plan for your world.
Maybe you see a dark tunnel in the corner of your room that you KNEW was there all the time and you dive into it.
And 30 seconds later it all coalesces back into a solid room. And for a while you KNOW the reality was where you just were.
Yeah so...
TL;DR
Don't do salvia.
MIND. BLOWN.
I have somehow managed to get a contact high over the Internet.
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