ColtDan
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Haha - saves walking down the hall in the middle of the night :D
The cat litter tray idea wasn't a bad one lol.
Evey
Its amazing how much urine a bladder can hold, at one point in time (i think it was during my poppy tea phase)i used to cut the top off 2 litre plastic bottles for making various mixes. Iin the middle of a peeve run, for some reason it was not an option to go all the way to the bathroom (its such a long way 8() and i made use of one of the bottles, was beginning to worry that i was going to overflow the thing, thankfully i stopped just comfortably enough below the brim.
Its amazing how much urine a bladder can hold, at one point in time (i think it was during my poppy tea phase)i used to cut the top off 2 litre plastic bottles for making various mixes. Iin the middle of a peeve run, for some reason it was not an option to go all the way to the bathroom (its such a long way 8() and i made use of one of the bottles, was beginning to worry that i was going to overflow the thing, thankfully i stopped just comfortably enough below the brim.
Its amazing how much urine a bladder can hold, at one point in time (i think it was during my poppy tea phase)i used to cut the top off 2 litre plastic bottles for making various mixes. Iin the middle of a peeve run, for some reason it was not an option to go all the way to the bathroom (its such a long way 8() and i made use of one of the bottles, was beginning to worry that i was going to overflow the thing, thankfully i stopped just comfortably enough below the brim.
... gotta save the amount left for july...
No, it really isn't. You don't know my dad at all. He is totally not the type to be into that sort of stuff. For one thing, he is still happily married to my mam, and has no need to look at pictures when he can the real thing anytime he want sto. He still thinks of me as his son, and probably always will simply because of all the boystuff we have done together; but I really can't hold that against him. He's my dad, and I love him unconditionally.
It was all highly believable, because that was all a very-slightly-exaggerated version of how my parents are in real life. If he got the urge to try cannabis, he absolutely would buy himself an expensive stash box and several packets of King size Rizla papers in assorted grades, and my mam would absolutely hit the ceiling if he dropped so much as a flake of tobacco on her nice clean carpet. She is also an ex- (tobacco only) smoker and does not approve of drugs; but would tolerate him grudgingly because she too loves him unconditionally. (He might actually have tried cocaine, in the 1970s, but isn't comfortable with the subject so I have never dared push it.)
sorry guys, im late with replies in various posts...
but will be online later tonight completely drunk, so you can ALL look forward to that.
mmmmm... In my own experience drugs symbolise sex and vice versa time and time again, so was a bit of a guess relating to my own experience rather than a judgement on your dad, who I know absolutely nothing about (until now of course, I know him better than my own father thanks to your detailed post lol)
Drugs symbolise sex and vice versa? Really? I suspect you may well be referring to something fairly unique to yourself cos is a new one on me and bears no relation to anybody I've ever known personally. Could you explain that a bit cos I don't see how they could possibly "symbolise" each other beyond the most limited and obvious of things (needles, penetration, Freudian overtones - no actual sex involved mind).
mmmmm... In my own experience drugs symbolise