JimmyJamesJim
Greenlighter
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- Nov 5, 2020
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Greetings everyone...........My name is Jim, and I'm a 50 something alcoholic that would rather do meth because I like everything unsavory that my mind and body go through when I'm just barely obvious about it.
I'm from the east coast, and when I hit the west coast to do a stretch as a Navy seal, my girlfriend said that she had THE diet pill. She didn't tell me that she had to actually MAKE the pill, but hey, if you didn't want to wait for that jagged thing, you could do it like you do coke. Done coke, like coke, fuck good on coke........I was very young, and it made me feel cool.......and........I fucked good because I was young. Complete wash there. Looked at this powder that had a peanut butter color to it, pulled it back, and yeah.......DONE DEAL. Lasted about a year, until things went sideways. Fast forward to a few years ago when I decided to check with the "usual suspects". And, per usual, scored. HOWEVER.....Someone's been fucking with my shit, because now it's icy crystal looking shit that I gotta crush up (didn't know about smoking it....yet). I crushed that shit like it was going to give me the winning numbers to Powerball. Pretty decent high, but not like the biker speed peanut butter shit I had in the past. Didn't have the legs. Kinda went on runs here and there, and stopped. Fast forward to two months ago. Someone has been fucking with my dope again, because although it looked the same, this was a different animal. Fuck sakes, first line even made my balls pull uncomfortably up, like they were going into protection mode.
Here I sit, kind of ashamed, but still have the loophole finder PHD that allows me to say.......
A. You sleep EVERY night
B. Work loves your ass.....well, not my ass.
C. Your roomate aka wife hasn't even batted an eye, although the shit tells me that she knows and she listens to me sleep so when I dream about that nasty drip, she'll catch me.......then I ask myself if I really even care. Loophole
I hate this shit so much that I love it because it gives me an avenue to enjoy sex, albeit with myself. If I took this thing in there and used it on my wife, I'm sure I'd catch a case. Love the jerk, love the Walmart tool aisle tweak. Love going to adult theaters although I don't engage, I think that in a fucked up sort of way, it's the only time I feel a little cleaner than the rest of the spun crowd.
My hygiene kicks ass. I'm quite the consultant on all things unimportant. And, well.......I'm hiding this shit like a mother fucker, and that's like getting high all in itself. Getting HIGH OFF THE LIE. Ah yes......and I'm a boob man. Too many photo shopped butts out there. I can't take a chance. And, I work for a recovery company, and facilitate groups on relapse prevention. I'm going to hell, I'm sure of it.
I'm from the east coast, and when I hit the west coast to do a stretch as a Navy seal, my girlfriend said that she had THE diet pill. She didn't tell me that she had to actually MAKE the pill, but hey, if you didn't want to wait for that jagged thing, you could do it like you do coke. Done coke, like coke, fuck good on coke........I was very young, and it made me feel cool.......and........I fucked good because I was young. Complete wash there. Looked at this powder that had a peanut butter color to it, pulled it back, and yeah.......DONE DEAL. Lasted about a year, until things went sideways. Fast forward to a few years ago when I decided to check with the "usual suspects". And, per usual, scored. HOWEVER.....Someone's been fucking with my shit, because now it's icy crystal looking shit that I gotta crush up (didn't know about smoking it....yet). I crushed that shit like it was going to give me the winning numbers to Powerball. Pretty decent high, but not like the biker speed peanut butter shit I had in the past. Didn't have the legs. Kinda went on runs here and there, and stopped. Fast forward to two months ago. Someone has been fucking with my dope again, because although it looked the same, this was a different animal. Fuck sakes, first line even made my balls pull uncomfortably up, like they were going into protection mode.
Here I sit, kind of ashamed, but still have the loophole finder PHD that allows me to say.......
A. You sleep EVERY night
B. Work loves your ass.....well, not my ass.
C. Your roomate aka wife hasn't even batted an eye, although the shit tells me that she knows and she listens to me sleep so when I dream about that nasty drip, she'll catch me.......then I ask myself if I really even care. Loophole
I hate this shit so much that I love it because it gives me an avenue to enjoy sex, albeit with myself. If I took this thing in there and used it on my wife, I'm sure I'd catch a case. Love the jerk, love the Walmart tool aisle tweak. Love going to adult theaters although I don't engage, I think that in a fucked up sort of way, it's the only time I feel a little cleaner than the rest of the spun crowd.
My hygiene kicks ass. I'm quite the consultant on all things unimportant. And, well.......I'm hiding this shit like a mother fucker, and that's like getting high all in itself. Getting HIGH OFF THE LIE. Ah yes......and I'm a boob man. Too many photo shopped butts out there. I can't take a chance. And, I work for a recovery company, and facilitate groups on relapse prevention. I'm going to hell, I'm sure of it.
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