In the 60s Richard Alpert (later Ram Dass) spilled a large amount of liquid LSD on a pair of his boxer shorts and the boxers got eaten/sucked on for months afterwards around Leary's scene. Please post pictures of the carpet sucking/hoovering/smoking......
Sockpuppet you friggin' kill me! Shambles move over, I have a new favorite.
So I got through that 9 grams I had. My regular chic went and got a boyfriend, so I thought it was gonna be a series of marathon wank sessions. But alas, what luck would have in store.
Thanks to facebook, I hooked up with an old female friend (you're gonna love this), one I hadn't seen in like 6-7 years. She's a pothead, and just finished beauty school, working at a salon downtown. She's blonde, 4'11" about a hundred pounds, cute as all get-out. Never seen or heard of PV.
One hit was all it took sockpuppet. I ruined that poor girl.
Seriously. From that point on we were peeved for about a month straight. It was the same every time. I'd give her a big fat rip, then immediately start undoing my pants. She would hold the hit, then giggle as she blew it out, then take over undoing my belt. With a big smile, she'd say "One more!", and I'd give her another fat pull off the foil, at which point she would drop to her knees and the fun would begin. Id just stand there taking glorious hits while getting serviced, and serviced well.
We would rut like weasels for hours, tuggin' lung-fulls of PV smoke every 30 minutes or so. This went on for DAYS. Psychosis, dehydration, exhaustion. She still lived at home, so her parents were wondering what the hell was going on. She got fired from her job. Yeah. Felt kinda bad about that one.
She would always say "Ok, I have to be at work at 10 am. We have to stop at midnight!", and I would swear to not let her have anymore after that. Everytime I would hold out like she asked, she would make excuses, beg, plead, tell me its ok, then tell me she would blow me for a hit. OK

All night long baby.
She'd still be taking puffs as she was walking out the door the next morning (late), telling me she'd see me after work.
I started giving her some to take with her, knowing full well what I was doing. Just enough to last her long enough so I could get some sleep and recover. Shed be right back the next night, and I'd be wearing a My-Cock-Has-Died-And-Gone-To-Heaven grin on my face for the next three days.
We engaged in the raunchiest, most degraded, bizarre, evil sex of which two human beings are capable. We started plugging fat doses about a week in, while still hitting the foil. Let me tell you, friends and neighbors, if you haven't plugged PV, you are missing out. The first time I did (and everytime after) I was blown away. It's a rush like no other, similar to I.M.'ing it. Amazing.
She lost her job, pretty much went insane, got kicked out of her parents house, is skin and bones, and towards the end there, was hinting that she would let me hoe her out if I kept her peeved.
Then I ran out. Sad face. She was destroyed. I laughed, then slept for six days.
Needless to say, another 7 grams are on their way to my mailbox. She's ecstatic, and so am I.
You like apples? I thought you'd like 'dem apples.
Happiness,
The Professor