Just woke up - what the fuck is going on? I have a cold beer next to me - defrosted some chicken, (fuck Im cooking tea). Nodding off on the sofa - dribbling down face is not a pretty sight.
WHeres Marmz ?
Cunt of a mood until further notice
Ms Flo said:This story is so random I nearly made it a thread...but thought better of it.
Bristol man gets revenge by texting works of Shakespeare to rogue internet seller#
http://www.bristolpost.co.uk/Bristol-man-gets-revenge-texting-works/story-20823040-detail/story.html
Morning all...and goodnight![]()
... maybe the mods aren't so shite after all! :D
Anyone got much experience with Diclazepam? ive heard its pokey stuff, heavy
The mods are not shit sammy g.
WHeres Marmz ?
Ben- I view DMT as a drug, I'm an anally rational type, but if there was anything to really shake my foundation as to how the world works, it is DMT. There aren't words to describe it....ten minutes can last 10,000,000 years...and the "beings" are something else....I've drawn pictures of them, they haunt me...
Thanks for that mate. Interesting sounding stuff indeed. In terms of strong trips I've had the strongest have been from mushies but nothing anything like what you and Dan describe. I guess there is really only one way to find out and thats to do it myself. Which I will in time. Intrigued. Very.
Also - after-morny-noon Shambles. How are you feeling today? Any better? I too has phet envy.![]()
Fleeting glance as in length of trip or intensity Sammy?
Am I the only one who finds it impossible to pass a chemist without buying a pack of coco's?
To my knowledge yes, some of the fakes must be very good, because that obvious fake i had just sounded different clanging against other coins and upon closer examination it was obviously a very badly made fake.
Anyone got much experience with Diclazepam? ive heard its pokey stuff, heavy
You do get varying grades of forgery, aye. I know what you mean about the really shoddy ones.
I remember when I was about sixteen, I'd go over to my dad's on a Friday evening, pestering him for booze or cash. To get rid of me, he'd sometimes hand me a fake twenty, which I later learned were being printed in their thousands a few streets away from me.
Those dodgy £20 notes would've brought the Openshaw economy to its knees were it not for the fact it was already on its knees long before then. :D