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Out of the shadows..

I like the sound of this ScotchMist, anyone that opens with a intro post blasting OTW is good in my view :)

Welcome to the best part of BL :)
 
Hi ScotchMist,glad you've made the move from lurking to posting.
You have similar story to myself, my drug of choice was heroin and like yourself I haven't used in nearly 15months now although I am still on a methadone script.
I look forward to seeing you posting and you are deffo in the best part of Bluelight.
 
Someone crack open a welcoming glass of oral DMT and moclobemide for the mist.
 
Hi ScotchMist,glad you've made the move from lurking to posting.
You have similar story to myself, my drug of choice was heroin and like yourself I haven't used in nearly 15months now although I am still on a methadone script.
I look forward to seeing you posting and you are deffo in the best part of Bluelight.
Glad I have to, was getting a little weird lurking ;)
15 months is ace mate... look forward to getting to know ya :)
 
Welcome Misty

My aunt always had a saying about Scotch Mist ... than never made any sense ... 'Whats that, Scotch Mist?'. Profundity.
Someone explain it to me. It'll probably make sense in an hr anyway
 
^ oh no you didn't!

robert burns said:
To A Louse
On Seeing One On A Lady's Bonnet, At Church
1786


Ha! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie?
Your impudence protects you sairly;
I canna say but ye strunt rarely,
Owre gauze and lace;
Tho', faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.

Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
Detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner,
How daur ye set your fit upon her-
Sae fine a lady?
Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner
On some poor body.

Swith! in some beggar's haffet squattle;
There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle,
Wi' ither kindred, jumping cattle,
In shoals and nations;
Whaur horn nor bane ne'er daur unsettle
Your thick plantations.

Now haud you there, ye're out o' sight,
Below the fatt'rels, snug and tight;
Na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right,
Till ye've got on it-
The verra tapmost, tow'rin height
O' Miss' bonnet.

My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
As plump an' grey as ony groset:
O for some rank, mercurial rozet,
Or fell, red smeddum,
I'd gie you sic a hearty dose o't,
Wad dress your droddum.

I wad na been surpris'd to spy
You on an auld wife's flainen toy;
Or aiblins some bit dubbie boy,
On's wyliecoat;
But Miss' fine Lunardi! fye!
How daur ye do't?

O Jeany, dinna toss your head,
An' set your beauties a' abread!
Ye little ken what cursed speed
The blastie's makin:
Thae winks an' finger-ends, I dread,
Are notice takin.

O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
An' ev'n devotion!

go read tam o'shanter and then come back and apologise.

alasdair
 
ferlie…..sairly…..rarely………………....sparely?

I rest my case.
maybe you'll appreciate this more:
robert burns said:
Nine Inch Will Please a Lady

Come rede me dame, come tell me dame,
My dame come tell me truly,
What length o' graith when weel ca'd hame
Will sair a woman duly?"
The carlin clew her wanton tail,
Her wanton tail sae ready,
"l learn'd a sang in Annandale,
Nine inch will please a lady."

"But for a koontrie cunt like mine,
In sooth we're not sae gentle;
We'll tak tway thumb-bread to the nine,
And that is a sonsy pintle.
Oh, Leeze me on, my Charlie lad,
I'll ne'er forget my Charlie,
Tway roaring handfuls and a daud
He nidged it in fu' rarely."

But wear fa' the laithron doup
And may it ne'er be thriving,
It's not the length that makes me loup
But it's the double drivin.
Come nidge me Tom, come nidge me Tom
Come nidge me, o'er the nyvel
Come lowse an lug your battering ram
And thrash him at my gyvel!
alasdair
 
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