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MrsGamp said:
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ps don't get me wrong not all meth freaks are like this. But a shitload of them are. There's a couple having a fight in my car park even as I type ..
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ps hope meth character wasn't offensive ...it's an Australian thing. Thats what assholes on meth are like in Australia. The men and the women.
 
MrsGamp said:
Well, a lotta people do think Dex is shitty. But to me it's gold. I don't know if it's my age, or the gear these days, but the few forays I've had into "meth" have been pathetic. The last time I had some I felt, for about half an hour, much the same as I would've after a few Sudafed. Then I just felt nauseated and threw up in a taxi.

When I was a young un, in the late 90s, it wasn't meth: it was "speed" or whizz. And it it was brilliant. Smooth lovely high, not dribbling shit, no aggro ... Just feeling really calm and focused and alert in a good way. You had brilliant conversations. You were poised. You could do shit like learn how to play chess, or even a guitar. You didn't have much of a comedown after. "Speed" like this, even back then, was a bit more expensive that "meth" but incomparably better. Never saw anyone make a cunt of themselves by getting violent or looking spooky or talking shit.

What happened to the "speed"/"whizz" of this era?

Anyhow, "shitty" as Dex may seem, I'd rather pay for those than this alleged "meth". Actually I'd pay NOT to take meth.
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I hope you have a prescription. Drugs are bad for you, and most likely in your case, illegal. Sober up lassie.
 
I wonder what kind of demon I'll be in Hell. I think I'll get a good performance review from my time here, so hopefully one of like the lower circles ya know? Heresy sounds fun.

Might have to bump up my numbers a little bit with the time in simulation hell I still have rn.
 
MrsGamp said:
Yeah I get that ... Just never come across anyone selling "amphetamine" any more.
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It's a fucking shame, bikie speed would go down a treat.

I know the ingredients of the old proper are where they need to be but most cunts just make for their own use. arsehole.


Week 3 again a d it's the worst, cravings galore but I'm over it and too many drug seeking/ turning a blind eye to be fun here.


Fuxk this joint.
 
had to go to my quiet place for a while today. It was grounding and healthy for this old chap.
@✿Dai₷y✿ maybe next time I undress here and post nudes. OK? No? Yes? WGAF? I like being nude in nature.


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Captain.Heroin said:
I forget the one I read but it was so beautiful ...

let me look at my pdf's

atlas shrugged is like sooo good...
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Hey fuck it! when I finally get home I'll download that mofo ! (Atlas Shrugged).
How to get home ?????
Am trapped at my dad's shitehole, somewhat stressed because for ANZAC day he's asked his mate over ... and completely ignored him. He's so obsessed with some "system" he's worked out for winning lotto that he will speak of NOTHING ELSE. His "system" involves filling out about 70 forms per week. So he DOES nothing else, and TALKS of nothing else ...upshot: I've been entertaining his friend solo for 3 hours. Which is fine ... except I got no sleep last night, unwisely hit the wine (yeah, big fucking shock!) and now my act is swiftly unravelling.
I lost it while trying to pick up rubbish in front of Dads friend because I discovered two desiccated ex-critters under a chair - a dead rat and remnants of a bird. Had shit fit and knocked a microwave off the said chair (why is a filthy broken microwave perched on a sort of antique pouffe in the middle of the lounge?) - anyway microwave was full of abominable brown fluid which got in me, and also on George (Dads friend).
Then brother emerges to say his friend Rob is "taking him out". Rob is a cab driver who flogs shite to my brother, and vice versa. Desperate to escape, I asked: could I have lift to train station at least? No, says Liam (brother). Why not? Because Rob will sleaze all over you incessantly. Me: bollocks, he never so much as looks at me. Liam: He asked me for a picture of your tits. Me: don't care, get me OUT!

In other words brother is up to no good with our shared dealer. I said, hey, let me come, he'll give me cred. Brother admitted he's recently got cred for himself under aegis of getting cred for ME.

So I've got a debt to dealer I didn't even know about.

Liam fled, practically screaming with terror because I followed him and saw Rob, car, while bullshitty situation on wheels literally.

intrigued by tits story, I waved. Rob waved back.
 
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MrsGamp said:
Hey fuck it! when I finally get home I'll download that mofo ! (Atlas Shrugged).
How to get home ?????
Am trapped at my dad's shitehole, somewhat stressed because for ANZAC day he's asked his mate over ... and completely ignored him. He's so obsessed with some "system" he's worked out for winning lotto that he will speak of NOTHING ELSE. His "system" involves filling out about 70 forms per week. So he DOES nothing else, and TALKS of nothing else ...upshot: I've been entertaining his friend solo for 3 hours. Which is fine ... except I got no sleep last night, unwisely hit the wine (yeah, big fucking shock!) and now my act is swiftly unravelling.
I lost it while trying to pick up rubbish in front of Dads friend because I discovered two desiccated ex-critters under a chair - a dead rat and remnants of a bird. Had shit fit and knocked a microwave off the said chair (why is a filthy broken microwave perched on a sort of antique pouffe in the middle of the lounge?) - anyway microwave was full of abominable brown fluid which got in me, and also on George (Dads friend).
Then brother emerges to say his friend Rob is "taking him out". Rob is a cab driver who flogs shite to my brother, and vice versa. Desperate to escape, I asked: could I have lift to train station at least? No, says Liam (brother). Why not? Because Rob will sleaze all over you incessantly. Me: bollocks, he never so much as looks at me. Liam: He asked me for a picture of your tits. Me: don't care, get me OUT!

In other words brother is up to no good with our shared dealer. I said, hey, let me come, he'll give me cred. Brother admitted he's recently got cred for himself under aegis of getting cred for ME.

So I've got a debt to dealer I didn't even know about.

Liam fled, practically screaming with terror because I followed him and saw Rob, car, while bullshitty situation on wheels literally.

intrigued by tits story, I waved. Rob waved back.
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ps brown fluid got ON me, not IN me. And Rob's cab is of course a "bullshitty situation on WHEELS", not "whiles".
 
MrsGamp said:
Hey fuck it! when I finally get home I'll download that mofo ! (Atlas Shrugged).
How to get home ?????
Am trapped at my dad's shitehole, somewhat stressed because for ANZAC day he's asked his mate over ... and completely ignored him. He's so obsessed with some "system" he's worked out for winning lotto that he will speak of NOTHING ELSE. His "system" involves filling out about 70 forms per week. So he DOES nothing else, and TALKS of nothing else ...upshot: I've been entertaining his friend solo for 3 hours. Which is fine ... except I got no sleep last night, unwisely hit the wine (yeah, big fucking shock!) and now my act is swiftly unravelling.
I lost it while trying to pick up rubbish in front of Dads friend because I discovered two desiccated ex-critters under a chair - a dead rat and remnants of a bird. Had shit fit and knocked a microwave off the said chair (why is a filthy broken microwave perched on a sort of antique pouffe in the middle of the lounge?) - anyway microwave was full of abominable brown fluid which got in me, and also on George (Dads friend).
Then brother emerges to say his friend Rob is "taking him out". Rob is a cab driver who flogs shite to my brother, and vice versa. Desperate to escape, I asked: could I have lift to train station at least? No, says Liam (brother). Why not? Because Rob will sleaze all over you incessantly. Me: bollocks, he never so much as looks at me. Liam: He asked me for a picture of your tits. Me: don't care, get me OUT!

In other words brother is up to no good with our shared dealer. I said, hey, let me come, he'll give me cred. Brother admitted he's recently got cred for himself under aegis of getting cred for ME.

So I've got a debt to dealer I didn't even know about.

Liam fled, practically screaming with terror because I followed him and saw Rob, car, while bullshitty situation on wheels literally.

intrigued by tits story, I waved. Rob waved back.
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Only word I read was tits.
 
lottery addiction is real and i'm sorry they think they have a "system". That's quite sad.

Odds are so stacked against you and most lottery winners are not happy/productive people. Black hole.

So sad.

I'm gonna play with my FAT BODY and lay down next to someone I just had awesome sex with... because LIFE IS UPSETTING ME

 
it's almost 2 in the morning and I can't sleep

he's like SNOREEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

I can't seem to enjoy alcohol the same way

and no hypnotic benzos

and the suicidal thoughts are still in my head but i have good shatter and strong pot so imma smoke that shittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

INHALEs
 
Captain.Heroin said:
lottery addiction is real and i'm sorry they think they have a "system". That's quite sad.

Odds are so stacked against you and most lottery winners are not happy/productive people. Black hole.

So sad.

I'm gonna play with my FAT BODY and lay down next to someone I just had awesome sex with... because LIFE IS UPSETTING ME

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There actually is an algorithm for the lottery cards though but you would need to be working in a shop that sold them and watching the serial numbers on the rolls and individual cards. A person in my town figured out this system and although never won super big money he won for like 10 weeks in a row. £100-500 prizes. He was sacked when they found out so not worth it in the long run obviously.
 
Captain.Heroin said:
lottery addiction is real and i'm sorry they think they have a "system". That's quite sad.

Odds are so stacked against you and most lottery winners are not happy/productive people. Black hole.

So sad.

I'm gonna play with my FAT BODY and lay down next to someone I just had awesome sex with... because LIFE IS UPSETTING ME

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The saddest thing of all in a way is Dad is retired calculus professor and has written textbooks on probability and statistics.

yet even I, with my pretty average IQ and total maths amnesia, can see the futility.

He's always loved gambling. Today I said fuck lotto, get a laptop and play online bridge. Least it's not just brute luck. Or (re Dad's "system") a delusion probably supported by his refusal to wear reading glasses (he didn't even know which number was meant to be "power ball" or what numbers he was betting on until me bro started helping him fill out the bastards...
 
PrincessDiz said:
There actually is an algorithm for the lottery cards though but you would need to be working in a shop that sold them and watching the serial numbers on the rolls and individual cards. A person in my town figured out this system and although never won super big money he won for like 10 weeks in a row. £100-500 prizes. He was sacked when they found out so not worth it in the long run obviously.
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UH YES WORTH IT IN THE LONG RUN I HATE WORKING
5000 pounds is like

nothing to sneeze at

PAPA NEEDS SOME DRUGS
 
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