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EADD Oi! What Do You Look Like? v. Ginger Bears & Clown Holes

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Haha I was thinking that when I was reading your posts earlier. You'd be considered one of those "sources close to the star" in trashy magazines 8)
 
If people get that shocked or disgusted about someone talking about drugs then they are most probably not the sorta person you wanna be talking to in the first place. I sorta got a bit complacent with my mentioning of the bum drop hah =D
 
Yup. Know what you mean. I have no shame in my recreational drug use at all so I just naturally drop it into general conversations quite often and then notice after that somebody is in shock or disgusted or summit....ah fuck em I suppose

Likewise, it all feels so natural, i got into an argument with this drunk tosser once about drugs, the typical "drugs are for wasters, why do you do that shit" bollocks whilst he was hypocritically drunk as fuck
 
I don't have time for anti-drug people tbh. Everyone in my social circle is a drug user; some functional, some not so functional. I have nothing in common with people that don't use drugs, especially those that have strong anti-drug sentiments. But for as long as recreational drugs are illegal, social acceptability of drug use will be confined to only certain segments of society.
 
I don't have time for anti-drug people tbh. Everyone in my social circle is a drug user; some functional, some not so functional. I have nothing in common with people that don't use drugs, especially those that have strong anti-drug sentiments. But for as long as recreational drugs are illegal, social acceptability of drug use will be confined to only certain segments of society.

In general though i have found that the people who are through and through anti-drug (and usually booze hounds) are of a lower IQ ("are of a lower IQ" fucking hell i sound like such a cunt haha). Thats not to say everyone who is anti-drug isnt intelligent, but that does seem to be the majority of them.

Basically the more drugs you do, the more intelligent you become.
 
That just can't be true. There's a lot more than life to drugs- sometimes it's worth finding that common ground with people out of your normal circle.

I don't mean that the only thing I have in common with other people is my drug use or that being a drug user is my defining characteristic (or anyone else for that matter) but I am only really naturally drawn to drug users of some shape or form.


Yeah I've seen that before, not claiming to be a genius but my main motivation for using drugs in the first instance was to escape the tedium of school and I still ended up with good grades.
 
Give me some coke and we'll test that theory ;)

Ive only got meth and acid atm. I know a decent abandoned quarry nearby if you wanna stride around naked with buckets of glow in the dark paint. Think theres a pretty decent puddle there as well. Like, just this pukka puddle filled with water and that..
 
I've only got ket and a tiny bit of something else so I think you win. I'll pass on the striding around naked though, I am probably too fucked to be striding anywhere at the moment. Apart from into bed, perhaps.
 
I doubt rob is into hitting women

class-a-team is a beautiful lady.. Unless i'm thinking of somebody else
 
I'd love to see a picture of that puddle if u can get one Spliff

You wouldnt believe it Bob; its a propa pucka puddle. I showed it to a mate of mine, feeling all confidant, like. Moment he laid eyes on that divine murky brown water i knew i was in for a shock. A smile spread across his face, but this was not the smile of a man who was impressed with my secret oasis, no. This was the smile of a man who believed that he was about to show you up. But how could he possibly show me up after presenting him this wondrous natural phenomenon. My mind raced. Hes smug smile grew ever bigger when it finally hit me like a brick wall. A twinkle in his eye that i had not seen since we went head to head in a 'who can breath the fastest' competition. I tried to speak, but nothing but nothing would come out my mouth. I stumbled forward and leaped to the safety of my puddle; my safe zone. A calm swept over me as i lay with the rubble and muddy water. I heard a snort of laughter from above me. My eyes darted upwards to the origin of the snort and of course i was greeted by that same smug smile. I needed to say something clever and quickly. My brain goes into overdrive and i eventually let out a raspy "pukka innit". I knew then that it was all over. I pulled myself up in shame. Not only had i humiliated myself, but i had also permanently disfigured the once beautiful puddle. He had never planned to out do my puddle all along and simply played me like a fiddle.

Just a cautionary tale for ya
 
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