NASADD Social - for a hooker that bitch sucked dick like a 13yr old virgin

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Anyway…thanks for the Serbian suggestion. That sounds familiar. IIRC, I may have started to watch it at some point

you have. i remember at some point in the past we discussed whether dude's dick was a prosthetic or not.

the human centipede is fucking stupid. cannibal holocaust was good. there are so many "disturbing" movies.. audition, bad boy bubby, pink flamingos, happiness, salo, a few david lynch movies and my personal favorite - irreversible. just depends on what exactly you're looking for.


i'm venturing to the 'shire for my birthday. i hope you fuckers are well.
 
Happy birthday ohline. I'm going to have to look into these "disturbing" movies. I have seen "human centipede" and that shit was creepy to the max! I have heard things about "a Serbian film" but haven't had the chance to view it. Are all of these movies on Netflix?
 
ty guys.

and no, memphy, i don't believe any of those movies are on netflix but i can easily find you links in other places. but if the human centipede creeped you out i would probably avoid those movies lol
 
you have. i remember at some point in the past we discussed whether dude's dick was a prosthetic or not.

the human centipede is fucking stupid. cannibal holocaust was good. there are so many "disturbing" movies.. audition, bad boy bubby, pink flamingos, happiness, salo, a few david lynch movies and my personal favorite - irreversible. just depends on what exactly you're looking for.


i'm venturing to the 'shire for my birthday. i hope you fuckers are well.


You have a good memory. Also, happy birthday!

Anyway, Audition was OK, but I'm not really sure I got all the hype. It's by Mikke (SP? Japanese horror director) who, just like Cannibal Holocaust's director, had a cameo in a Hostel movie (first one, where he warns Jay that a fella could blow all his money in the Hostel).

I'll have to check out the David Lynch movies.
 
I had this dream that I was in this "rolling hills of grass" type of place, and it had been turned into a refugee camp for homeless addicts. There must have been hundreds of thousands of them set up in camping tents, and there was garbage and running water everywhere. I was there with a pocket full of $ trying to cop. The place was so depressing that I felt like I needed to cop or I would be eaten alive by it. It was like Skid Row met Woodstock. The junkies had taken over some huge water fountain in the middle of this all and were holding town meetings to "lynch the outsiders that came there to cop."
 
I wonder if there is anything that we haven't discussed in the social...



we can talk about how one of my best friends little brothers is a pitcher right now for the BMORE ORIOLES..

they are playing the yankees right now on ESPN.. and hes a lefty reliever sp im praying they put himn in. this is only the 3rd or 4th time ive had a chanceto watch BMORE play this year and he hasnt played in any of the games ive seen
 
I had this dream that I was in this "rolling hills of grass" type of place, and it had been turned into a refugee camp for homeless addicts. There must have been hundreds of thousands of them set up in camping tents, and there was garbage and running water everywhere. I was there with a pocket full of $ trying to cop. The place was so depressing that I felt like I needed to cop or I would be eaten alive by it. It was like Skid Row met Woodstock. The junkies had taken over some huge water fountain in the middle of this all and were holding town meetings to "lynch the outsiders that came there to cop."

I get fairly regular dreams where there's been a zombie apocalypse or some kind of natural disaster that destroyed most of humanity, and the currency becomes opioids looted from pharmacies.
 
First thing welderman is gonna do when the apocalypse happens is loot every pharmacy I can find.
 
Binge Artist - here's a classic. He knew I'd be there for sure. Turns out he was watching me for nearly a half hour on a relatively busy/hot street. Needless to say, I'm kinda paranoid. He's usually pretty quick. Where the fuck is he? And it's not like I called at the last minute. I called the dealer 20 minutes out & placed the so he'll have it ready. Told him I was with XXX (my girlfriend that he knows too) and placed her order too.

As usual, I call when I'm almost there, he gives me parking instructions - they're usually around the same place but always a bit different. He says "park where you usually park on _____" Street.

So we're not really paying attention. I mean, we're TOTALLY watching for cops but we're gossipping, catching up, bitching about our boyfriends the usual girly stuff, smoking ciggies and like 15 minutes goes by.

I say something to my friend - I think he drives a van similar to the one that pulled up behind us like 10 minutes ago/5 minutes after we show up. I'm thinking - that can NOT be him, sitting there the ENTIRE TIME?? WTF?

I call dealer. "Where are you?" "I'm coming I'm coming" Usual dealer bullshit.

10 more minutes pass and the sliding door to the van opens up. I'm watching this in my rearview mirror. The smoke coming out of the van is insane. Like Spicoli in Fast Times. And dealer jumps out of van, walks up, jumps in my back seat - REEKING of weed. He's smoking super seriously stinky blunts the entire time we were sitting there. He knows my car that motherfucker.

We each get our shit. Make small talk and get the fuck outta dodge.

And we can't freaking believe it. I'm like "he's god damned mother fucking spicoli!" I have never ever seen that happen except in that movie. You know what scene I'm talking about? They're at school and The Stoners open the van and it's like there's a fire going on inside the van.

(And I'm thirty something.... Some of the funniest shit ever and I can't really tell anyone because only 3 people in the world know for sure that I use dope and one of them was with me...)

We were laughing so hard we were crying when we left the spot. So yeah. OTOH, I copped two days ago. I pulled up to the spot and as I was getting the money ready, he pulled up - I was in and out in 3 minutes. And then he called me "ALWAYS HAVE YOUR MONEY READY, DAMN GWENNIE BOO".

Hit or miss. And yeah, more reliable dealer #2 calls me "boo". So weird.
Gwen

The POINT is that he's a cocksucker for having you wait 30...doesn't matter if it were the whitest or lowest crime neighborhood on earth.

Just curious, what did he say his reason was? I've known slow ass dealers before. TBQH, I think it's just, they know they're making money, so they can lolly-gag around at their own pace. And when they do that, they know that THEY won't be having to wait around themselves--they know you'll be there for sure.
 
Binge Artist - here's a classic. He knew I'd be there for sure. Turns out he was watching me for nearly a half hour on a relatively busy/hot street. Needless to say, I'm kinda paranoid. He's usually pretty quick. Where the fuck is he? And it's not like I called at the last minute. I called the dealer 20 minutes out & placed the so he'll have it ready. Told him I was with XXX (my girlfriend that he knows too) and placed her order too.

As usual, I call when I'm almost there, he gives me parking instructions - they're usually around the same place but always a bit different. He says "park where you usually park on _____" Street.

So we're not really paying attention. I mean, we're TOTALLY watching for cops but we're gossipping, catching up, bitching about our boyfriends the usual girly stuff, smoking ciggies and like 15 minutes goes by.

I say something to my friend - I think he drives a van similar to the one that pulled up behind us like 10 minutes ago/5 minutes after we show up. I'm thinking - that can NOT be him, sitting there the ENTIRE TIME?? WTF?

I call dealer. "Where are you?" "I'm coming I'm coming" Usual dealer bullshit.

10 more minutes pass and the sliding door to the van opens up. I'm watching this in my rearview mirror. The smoke coming out of the van is insane. Like Spicoli in Fast Times. And dealer jumps out of van, walks up, jumps in my back seat - REEKING of weed. He's smoking super seriously stinky blunts the entire time we were sitting there. He knows my car that motherfucker.

We each get our shit. Make small talk and get the fuck outta dodge.

And we can't freaking believe it. I'm like "he's god damned mother fucking spicoli!" I have never ever seen that happen except in that movie. You know what scene I'm talking about? They're at school and The Stoners open the van and it's like there's a fire going on inside the van.

(And I'm thirty something.... Some of the funniest shit ever and I can't really tell anyone because only 3 people in the world know for sure that I use dope and one of them was with me...)

We were laughing so hard we were crying when we left the spot. So yeah. OTOH, I copped two days ago. I pulled up to the spot and as I was getting the money ready, he pulled up - I was in and out in 3 minutes. And then he called me "ALWAYS HAVE YOUR MONEY READY, DAMN GWENNIE BOO".

Hit or miss. And yeah, more reliable dealer #2 calls me "boo". So weird.
Gwen

super cool story bro
 
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