I grabbed one of them o2 monitors that also gets yer ticker rate from a super dead relative who had a chuckle that out of all the shit that he was comming to realize that he wasn't gonna be able to take with him, that I was interested in something that actually belonged to the hotspice nurse. (I feel justified in nicking it for that chuckle). Anyway I like to play around instruments used to measure shit, and pretend I'm a scientist who sciences at drugs. Today's drug or rather drugs that were going to get scienced at, and sciencend at nice and seriously like, were, and are, because writing this is making me want to run another test, and fuck it why not, science! oh yeah the drugs are cocaine, and some bags. Bags are as sadly what ya can find for opiates these days and last time I got them tested were mostly fentanyl, with some diphenhydramine, some caffeine, and a dash of dicetylmorphine (so they have good ol regular heroin somewhere but I can't seem to find it).
here is how my extraspeermint proceeded
HIGHPOTANYONOMAUS
the way I figger (whoa now, hard r), at least in my experience, when yer insert-n-squirtin a speedball, usually the coke takes the wheel first, ya taste in more, yer bell isnt getting wrung as much as it got replaced with a gong that gets sledgehammered by a really proficient sledgehammerist. that might just be my ratios but that's why we have a few runs with controls and things like variables but are called something proper that I can't really procure from my inside dictionary cos the gong is still sorta got a little hard jiggle to it. So with the yak being the more apparent of the two I'd assume my bpms would go up, at least for start. with that happening I also see o2 levels going down, based on absolutely nothing anyone's ever considered as how something works.
EXTRASPEERMINT/ TEST / WHATEVER
so I did two earlier and pretty much the same thing happened so I'm gonna just go step by step on the third mamajam and write down what happens best I can. So first were gonna combine the duo that can only described as going together like opiates and cocaine.I add 4 bags of opiate blend which I'm not sure how much it actually weighs cos it won't register on my scale as the amount is sadly unregisteredable. So 4 bags, stamped "america gangster" with an old rotary phone on it and 9 or 10 drops of saline from the little tube deal. I mix that more than usual cos again, science!, and then add my dime of devils cocaine which did register and is surprisingly .2 which is a killer deal if ya ask me. So I stir that up until I'm satisfied that the tiny bit of white/brown mud at the bottom is just cut, but ill still stir up a rinse shot, cos I've been wrong exactly once before (I was actually half right twice) so there could be drugs left in it. (there's not, I know this) now I'm gonna relax for a min with the finger biting vitals measure guy on to see where my bpms and o2 is at. So after a few minutes ( like 30 seconds ) my heart rate is around 84bpm with o2 around 97. Time to draw up.Well that's interesting, my bpms up to 90ish and hovering there. Sucked up over the 50 unit Mark from the bodega bought, 28g half inch, brand embecta, leaving barley and room to register, but if ya don't make the mistakes multiple times, are ya really gonna learn from em? Well heart back down to 84bpms, o2 at 97. Time to ride the white stallion that's turning into a syringe a the same so it's just a unicorn like the picture they showed me at D.a.r.e.. he shoots he scores gong going and bpms at 98 o2 87 with bpms failing and o2 going up. gong gonging. people who aren't there not saying anything but I can hear them .wasaaaaaaaaaaah. heart rate 98boms but falling gong dissipating, people who aren't there occasion not saying something insurance but pretty much done. bpms 95 ow 97.breathing normally for someone who just thought about breathing. bpms 95 o3 98 .vgonna just sit and not type.That was fun huh? Alright so it's about 7.98 seconds later ( when I was around people they'd call me the time approximator and come to me when they needed to know how long something happened for that I would be around to approximate for. this is something I took great pride in and feel the need to mention it, well say it's a credential. dont laugh, I'm totally serious) and my heart rate is sorta wigglin a bit to and frough of 91bpms and my %SpO2 at 97precent.
REALLYSALTS
so the first two times when I did it solo the numbers were pretty much the same +/- 2.87 or 3, lets just say 2 but extra medium so 2.5. you had the numbers as there were being relevant to eyes in real time as ya came for me on that wild but sorta mild ride. I think I prefer doing the two by their lonesome but with a bit more of each. 2 dimes of Satan's salt but it's really cocaine, or .4g is like a gong but more than a gong being flicked by a giant with sledge hammers as flanges going off in her head, when send up to the brain veinly that much cocaine but let's call it Beelzebubs blow, you sorta feel like yer gonna die and for some reason thats fun for me so I've come to the conclusion that load to booting up mphercirlces, or speedballs as there actually called, doesn't make yer heart go "waaahhhh Chris farley I'm gonna kill you now" like I thought it might. really, I thought my heart rate was gonna go up more than that. the highest it hit, all 3 runs was 101bpms and that was as I was trying to figure out where to stab myself with the tiny drug cock, so it could, blow it's load inside of me and have my veins act as a super highway or at least ol dusty road for drug seaman, straight to my brain. (wow, that sounded almost as gay, if not as gayier, as the sound of 2 dudes 69ing, and ya know what, that's completely fine you big and littleotts) I was very surprised that my heart rate didn't go up and my head started ringing, but I guess that ringing is probably blood pressure not blood speed. I think for my next experienceament, I'll get a blood pressure cuff, and see what all happens with that. After all this typing I'm back down to I guess normal for me 84bpms. I don't think the opiate part of the speedball hindered the effects of the devils dick dust but actually it's cocaine. I'll see what happens when I just do the .4 of blow, when I have .4 of blow again, and time to post fucking nonsense for the only online community I actually feel to be sort of, kind of part of, despite having. only posted sporatically over the course of 2 decades, and always under different user names, in hopes someone finds some amusement in it, or, is genuinely repulsed by it and 3% dumber for having read it.
FIN
be good, by yerself
and good at one another
even though it won't
matter cos you'll be dead hopefully not soon but eventually and how you treat each other is kind of irrelevant in the grand scheme things like existence, by being good to someone else whether genuine or just a facade, might make someone's day better.
,
here is how my extraspeermint proceeded
HIGHPOTANYONOMAUS
the way I figger (whoa now, hard r), at least in my experience, when yer insert-n-squirtin a speedball, usually the coke takes the wheel first, ya taste in more, yer bell isnt getting wrung as much as it got replaced with a gong that gets sledgehammered by a really proficient sledgehammerist. that might just be my ratios but that's why we have a few runs with controls and things like variables but are called something proper that I can't really procure from my inside dictionary cos the gong is still sorta got a little hard jiggle to it. So with the yak being the more apparent of the two I'd assume my bpms would go up, at least for start. with that happening I also see o2 levels going down, based on absolutely nothing anyone's ever considered as how something works.
EXTRASPEERMINT/ TEST / WHATEVER
so I did two earlier and pretty much the same thing happened so I'm gonna just go step by step on the third mamajam and write down what happens best I can. So first were gonna combine the duo that can only described as going together like opiates and cocaine.I add 4 bags of opiate blend which I'm not sure how much it actually weighs cos it won't register on my scale as the amount is sadly unregisteredable. So 4 bags, stamped "america gangster" with an old rotary phone on it and 9 or 10 drops of saline from the little tube deal. I mix that more than usual cos again, science!, and then add my dime of devils cocaine which did register and is surprisingly .2 which is a killer deal if ya ask me. So I stir that up until I'm satisfied that the tiny bit of white/brown mud at the bottom is just cut, but ill still stir up a rinse shot, cos I've been wrong exactly once before (I was actually half right twice) so there could be drugs left in it. (there's not, I know this) now I'm gonna relax for a min with the finger biting vitals measure guy on to see where my bpms and o2 is at. So after a few minutes ( like 30 seconds ) my heart rate is around 84bpm with o2 around 97. Time to draw up.Well that's interesting, my bpms up to 90ish and hovering there. Sucked up over the 50 unit Mark from the bodega bought, 28g half inch, brand embecta, leaving barley and room to register, but if ya don't make the mistakes multiple times, are ya really gonna learn from em? Well heart back down to 84bpms, o2 at 97. Time to ride the white stallion that's turning into a syringe a the same so it's just a unicorn like the picture they showed me at D.a.r.e.. he shoots he scores gong going and bpms at 98 o2 87 with bpms failing and o2 going up. gong gonging. people who aren't there not saying anything but I can hear them .wasaaaaaaaaaaah. heart rate 98boms but falling gong dissipating, people who aren't there occasion not saying something insurance but pretty much done. bpms 95 ow 97.breathing normally for someone who just thought about breathing. bpms 95 o3 98 .vgonna just sit and not type.That was fun huh? Alright so it's about 7.98 seconds later ( when I was around people they'd call me the time approximator and come to me when they needed to know how long something happened for that I would be around to approximate for. this is something I took great pride in and feel the need to mention it, well say it's a credential. dont laugh, I'm totally serious) and my heart rate is sorta wigglin a bit to and frough of 91bpms and my %SpO2 at 97precent.
REALLYSALTS
so the first two times when I did it solo the numbers were pretty much the same +/- 2.87 or 3, lets just say 2 but extra medium so 2.5. you had the numbers as there were being relevant to eyes in real time as ya came for me on that wild but sorta mild ride. I think I prefer doing the two by their lonesome but with a bit more of each. 2 dimes of Satan's salt but it's really cocaine, or .4g is like a gong but more than a gong being flicked by a giant with sledge hammers as flanges going off in her head, when send up to the brain veinly that much cocaine but let's call it Beelzebubs blow, you sorta feel like yer gonna die and for some reason thats fun for me so I've come to the conclusion that load to booting up mphercirlces, or speedballs as there actually called, doesn't make yer heart go "waaahhhh Chris farley I'm gonna kill you now" like I thought it might. really, I thought my heart rate was gonna go up more than that. the highest it hit, all 3 runs was 101bpms and that was as I was trying to figure out where to stab myself with the tiny drug cock, so it could, blow it's load inside of me and have my veins act as a super highway or at least ol dusty road for drug seaman, straight to my brain. (wow, that sounded almost as gay, if not as gayier, as the sound of 2 dudes 69ing, and ya know what, that's completely fine you big and littleotts) I was very surprised that my heart rate didn't go up and my head started ringing, but I guess that ringing is probably blood pressure not blood speed. I think for my next experienceament, I'll get a blood pressure cuff, and see what all happens with that. After all this typing I'm back down to I guess normal for me 84bpms. I don't think the opiate part of the speedball hindered the effects of the devils dick dust but actually it's cocaine. I'll see what happens when I just do the .4 of blow, when I have .4 of blow again, and time to post fucking nonsense for the only online community I actually feel to be sort of, kind of part of, despite having. only posted sporatically over the course of 2 decades, and always under different user names, in hopes someone finds some amusement in it, or, is genuinely repulsed by it and 3% dumber for having read it.
FIN
be good, by yerself
and good at one another
even though it won't
matter cos you'll be dead hopefully not soon but eventually and how you treat each other is kind of irrelevant in the grand scheme things like existence, by being good to someone else whether genuine or just a facade, might make someone's day better.
,
