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Offical AUS Stoner Tangent Thread Pt 2 - When Cones Attack!

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nickthecheese

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Part I
I thought I'd start off thread number 2 with a sad story... It involves the death of my beloved bongzilla, a clean, double chambered glass beauty of a bong, and the first one i bought.
Here goes the story...
My brother decides to have his 16th party at the house this weekend. So some of his friends ask if they can use my double chamber glass bongzilla. I say sure! no problem. I'm then informed later on in the night that they have broken it. I ask one guy who did it, they all point to this one person. I ask him what he did, he says he's not going to do anything, or even pay me back.
What does someone do in this situation? My brother maintains that it's my fault that this happened, that I am the one to blame for lending them my property.
I think its up to the guy who broke it to pay for it. I mean, he was at MY house and he broke MY property. Isn't that fair? John, my little brother, who hardly ever sees eye-to-eye with me says he wont do anything about it, he'll ask the guy and thats it.
What should I do? If you all think I should make him pay for it, how should I do it?
Ps. Please remeber that this is not the movies, so I can't go around there with a bat and hit him. Also, if you have no concept of the value of a bong, think of something that was yours and someone came around and broke it...what would you do?
As for tangents. How can you prove that anything exists beyond your own sphere of influence? :P
[edit] added link to part one - Kitty
[ 04 November 2002: Message edited by: PsychoKitten ]
 
fuck that shit. ring up his parents and say:
'your son broke my bong... no, bong, its a device for smoking marijuana... yes... no... yes thats right, he is on the pot. im sorry to hear that... yes... i will take a cheque... thank you... yes... goodbye'
(now for the tangent)
the last time i had to buy a conepiece (bastards have legs and a mind of their own dont they?) i noticed it has 'made in australia' engraved around the rim. apart from making me feel proud as punch for buying australian, it made me wonder:
are we exporting conepieces? itd be funny if smokers all around the world are punching their lungs out with little 'made in australia' cones.
:D
 
call his mum, and if that doesnt work, we will get a few boys together and go and make sure he doesnt walk for at least six weeks
mwuahahhahhahhahha
nah just kidding, but ring his parents, i think that is a fucking good idea it would really fuck that little bong breaking shit up!!
p.s. RIP nickthecheese's bong
 
Dude, respect to your former bong.
I'm sure Jebus will have a toke on him in bong heaven. :)
As for the bastard who broke him, i say kick his head in. YOUR BONG WAS MURDERED! SEEK REVENGE!!
 
Watching tv the other day and this came up.
When we hear a dog bark it makes a woof noise and we can't understand it.
But what do we sound like to a dog?
 
I asked this one in the previous tangents thread, but instead used various languages... ie: What does english sound like to someone who doesn't speak a word of the language?
--
MDMA-4-ALL (And a liguistics assignment for you all)
 
IM for Snrub's idea, get the fukker back, if anyone broke my glass bong i would be quite annoyed, and it would fucking piss me off no end if they wern't going to get me a new one ! > :(
And just the general fact it happened, do what all stoners would do, get bent and get the little fukka
-funki-
 
Funki, I wouldn't get bent before I go get them, otherwise, you will just go, "Ahhh, fuck it", and smoke some more.
*Tangent*
I was wondering, how long does it take for you to feel the effects after you have had a cone?
You take your hit, breath out with a sly grin and sit back.
How long does it take to kick in? Is it instant? 30 seconds. Does it creep up on you slowly?
All you experienced stoners, can you help me?
 
^^^
Well, I had my first experience with some very hardcore Canberra gear on the weekend, and it hit me almost instantly and I got the most stonered I've been in many a while. Then again, it serves me right for punching a cone of gear that I've never tried before. :\
Methinks the acid I took the day before may have contributed to it, but, yes, to me it is all reliant on the gear.
 
Don't you hate that moment after you break a bong and your whole body just tenses and you freeze. You just stare at the shards of glass, like you don't know what to do, then you look up and everyone has got that look on thier face that says "FUCKHEAD!".
I hate being a clutz.
 
/me grins at Fetish Jester.
Nick: I have though about your situation for quite sometime. I have come to the conclusion that it was infact your fault the bong was destroyed. My theory is as follows:
In paragraph three, line two, you mention the name "bongzilla". To the uninitiated this may hold little to no relevance. But to someone that is in tune with the cosmic forces of the universe, this implies that you have named your bong. Here-in lies the problem. Our reality is structured in such a way that as soon as a bong, or bong like device, is given a label or more specifically a title, a disturbance is created. At first this is small and unnoticable, but it is not long before it grows and evolves reaching it's peak, and resulting in the destruction of the named bong.
I believe nicks story is a lesson for us all. It is proof of what many of us have known for quite sometime.
I sympathise with you Nick, may you grow stronger and mature from this, one of lifes many lessons.
 
^^
Ah, so the moment you name something, you give it a sense of uniqueness, and thus because this identity needs to be maintained it has to draw its energy from somewhere. Thus if you do this you are increasing the entropy around the bong, which would result in more random happenings of a destructive nature until it culminates in the destruction of the source of the entropy as it can no longer hold the chaos together...
Hmmmm...
 
You have to name your bong. It is in the rule book for all to see. It may not be number one, but it is up there.
My bong, "The Green Dwarf" cannot be broken during normal acceptable useage, as it is made of plastic. I don't think dirty filthy resin can eat through plastic. Can it?
Anyway, you loved your bong, and now you have to set it free. Make your brother pay for the new bong, and name it after your first hit.
 
Russ: I think you have just challenged the universe to a metaphorical fist fight. I pity your soul. I shall pray for you tonight, may the wrath of the universe be quick and relativly painless.
:)
 
I have no idea what you are talking about fb1.
But than again, that is normal for me these days.
I have this to say to the universe, "Bring it on!!"
 
^^^
Russ: You see, following from the theory of a named bong as a local entropy sink, this is the problem.
Because your now named bong is plastic, it is going to require a larger amount of local entropy for it to be destroyed than the traditional glass bong because plastic is harder to break via random occurances...
Thus a very random event must happen for your bong to be destroyed rather than it just being dropped, or snapped. And a very random event can only happen when there is a shitload of stored entropy... So what you are toking from is literally a metaphysical timebomb. The moment the bong is broken, all the stored up entropy is going to wreak havok on your local surroundings... Heavy shit is coming down.
A word of advice, buy a glass bong before its too late.
 
Because the Green Dwarf is made out of a BP Oil Container, I can turn it into a glass bong.
I just unscrew the bottom of it, and replace the plastic with a glass base. Which I will also steal from BP.
Therefore, I turn my little matey into a glass bong, avoiding the mass entropy disaster that would occur if it was ever broken.
And a glass base is a bit more classy.
 
Last time i ventured into the realm of smoky abstraction i found myself in that not so uncommon state where frame rate becomes noticeable. you know, when you turn your head and all you see is a collection of still photographs in chronological order. sometime later the frame rate had slowed so much that it seemed like i was trapped in frames for lengthy periods of time, which was quite bemusing. as i was pondering i realised that the force behind the movie of life, is time. just like electricity powers a vcr i guess...
and so i thought up this quote:
"Time prevents us from dwelling in frames of instantaneousness"
 
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