What drugs have you flushed?
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Noise
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In that case it's cool that you got rid of them for him, it's hard to part with those things yourself after spending money on them. You could've left him to rot and not risk a fight, but you didn't.You probably saved him from either OD or (if he wasn't going to take them all at once) perhaps a nasty benzo-habit. And well, neither is pretty.
Honestly, man... That dude was one of the few people, that I risked my own life for, just to make sure they were okay. He would get all fucked up... and just get all suicidal and shit. Pretty ridiculous. I saved that dude from shooting himself in the face with a shotgun, wrecking his truck... all kinds of shit. But you know what? I'd do it all over again if I had to...
....I look out for those that I care about, ya know?
Znegative
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I flushed a bag if heroin once. But it was double sealed and came back up :/
beengerman
Bluelighter
I dropped an 80 down a drain one time. Took a wrench to the pipes and got that fucker back. closest I've come to flushing anything.
H1erophant
Bluelighter
Never had to flush anything on purpose, the only way you'd catch me doing that is if the police were involved and it had to be done in order to avoid drug charges. I did once accidentally flush two bundles of dope. I had just gotten back from picking up and thought I had removed all of the bundles from the brick wrapper. Well, it turns out I did, all but two. I threw th brick wrapper in the toilet in order to get rid of it(along with the two bundles which I was too faded to be aware werte still in there). I kick myself in the ass every time I think about that wasted dope and money.
shimazu
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those sewer rats must have been fucked up
Shameful
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lol, MDPV and phenazepam...
I was at work and I had both on me, and all my co-workers were talking amongst each other, and not at all subtly making references to some shit that was about to go down. It had to do with a shared desire to beat somebodies ass. Though they didn't use my name specifically, it was pretty obvious to me that it was my ass for which the beating was intended.
But they had good reasons. I had been pretty useless for about I think, maybe the 3 days leading up to this. It was taking me sometimes 5 minutes to read and enter order information received via the faxes which came through for any orders placed online (name, address, phone number, menu items ordered and any possible modifications, payment method, etc). A task which for me, could usually be done in under 10 seconds. And finally on the night before the flush, I last minute bailed out of my shift, and the store got slammed with orders so hard that my presence, even with the state I was in, could have been a great deal of help. Plenty enough reason for them to be upset with me.
In an attempt to shut it all out and get my focus off all this loathsome talk about me, I went into the back and just frantically cleaned shit, which wasn't all that much help since everything was pretty much spotless anyway. But my continuing ability to hear shit from up front actually turned out to be a be a really great thing, as it allowed me to hear the sound of the police radios of the cops who had apparently just arrived.
So that's when I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door and tossed everything into the toilet and flushed. Unfortunately, rather than graciously accepting my donation, it responded by rejecting my gel-caps containing measured doses, as well the loose powders, and the bags which had contained said powders. So I did what I had to; I got my hands dirty. After about 30 flushes with my hands in the toilet, and 15 minutes later, everything was finally gone.
I then immediately ran back up front where everybody was, screaming "IT'S OVER!! IT'S ALL GONE!! THERE'S NO PROBLEM ANYMORE!!! IT'S ALL GONE!! IT'S OVER!!"
However, I was stunned to find my cathartic act responded to with concerned and puzzled looking faces and someone asking, "Um, what the fuck are you talking about dude? What's gone?"
Baffled by the question, there was a long pause before I was finally pull myself far enough out of shock, to come up with and stammer a response, something along the lines of, "uh, yeah... in the walk-in.. it was.. there was mold.. a bag of the cheddar had mold... i got rid of it"
Then after long another pause, through which the strange looks remained fixed, the same person who had asked the question finally said, "umm... good work?"
A little quieter than my initial announcement, but with just as much haste, I said, "yeah thanks" and immediately rushed to the back, and out the back door where I stayed and smoked cigarettes until the shift was over.
In retrospect, I'm pretty glad that I had the phenazepam through my whole MDPV experience, which actually began a few weeks before my final breakdown. Thanks to the phenazepam, this horribly lucid nightmare was still punctuated by full nights of unconscious sleep, which probably helped some to mitigate the rate at which my psychosis progressed. If sleep deprivation had been a contributing factor, I probably would have ran into the real-life counterparts of my imaginary cops or perhaps received a still well-deserved beatdown.
I was at work and I had both on me, and all my co-workers were talking amongst each other, and not at all subtly making references to some shit that was about to go down. It had to do with a shared desire to beat somebodies ass. Though they didn't use my name specifically, it was pretty obvious to me that it was my ass for which the beating was intended.
But they had good reasons. I had been pretty useless for about I think, maybe the 3 days leading up to this. It was taking me sometimes 5 minutes to read and enter order information received via the faxes which came through for any orders placed online (name, address, phone number, menu items ordered and any possible modifications, payment method, etc). A task which for me, could usually be done in under 10 seconds. And finally on the night before the flush, I last minute bailed out of my shift, and the store got slammed with orders so hard that my presence, even with the state I was in, could have been a great deal of help. Plenty enough reason for them to be upset with me.
In an attempt to shut it all out and get my focus off all this loathsome talk about me, I went into the back and just frantically cleaned shit, which wasn't all that much help since everything was pretty much spotless anyway. But my continuing ability to hear shit from up front actually turned out to be a be a really great thing, as it allowed me to hear the sound of the police radios of the cops who had apparently just arrived.
So that's when I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door and tossed everything into the toilet and flushed. Unfortunately, rather than graciously accepting my donation, it responded by rejecting my gel-caps containing measured doses, as well the loose powders, and the bags which had contained said powders. So I did what I had to; I got my hands dirty. After about 30 flushes with my hands in the toilet, and 15 minutes later, everything was finally gone.
I then immediately ran back up front where everybody was, screaming "IT'S OVER!! IT'S ALL GONE!! THERE'S NO PROBLEM ANYMORE!!! IT'S ALL GONE!! IT'S OVER!!"
However, I was stunned to find my cathartic act responded to with concerned and puzzled looking faces and someone asking, "Um, what the fuck are you talking about dude? What's gone?"
Baffled by the question, there was a long pause before I was finally pull myself far enough out of shock, to come up with and stammer a response, something along the lines of, "uh, yeah... in the walk-in.. it was.. there was mold.. a bag of the cheddar had mold... i got rid of it"
Then after long another pause, through which the strange looks remained fixed, the same person who had asked the question finally said, "umm... good work?"
A little quieter than my initial announcement, but with just as much haste, I said, "yeah thanks" and immediately rushed to the back, and out the back door where I stayed and smoked cigarettes until the shift was over.
In retrospect, I'm pretty glad that I had the phenazepam through my whole MDPV experience, which actually began a few weeks before my final breakdown. Thanks to the phenazepam, this horribly lucid nightmare was still punctuated by full nights of unconscious sleep, which probably helped some to mitigate the rate at which my psychosis progressed. If sleep deprivation had been a contributing factor, I probably would have ran into the real-life counterparts of my imaginary cops or perhaps received a still well-deserved beatdown.
chemical ali
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not flushed but i once threw 10 hits of premium LSD into the harbour off the edge of the ferry. i thought the cops were coming for me, waiting for me on the other side with operatives scattered throughout the crowd. lol
serotonin-system
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The thing you have on your side is time mate. 22 is nothing. I wish I was 22 again. It's hard to accept now but you will get over that girl. The time will come when you realise 2 weeks have passed and you haven't thought about her once.
Give up the recreational drugs. Take your meds. Put your efforts into finding a job/career that you enjoy.
Dropped an ecstasy pill down the toilet in a club. Fished it out and gave it to my girl.
The thing you have on your side is time mate. 22 is nothing. I wish I was 22 again. It's hard to accept now but you will get over that girl. The time will come when you realise 2 weeks have passed and you haven't thought about her once.
Give up the recreational drugs. Take your meds. Put your efforts into finding a job/career that you enjoy.
Dropped an ecstasy pill down the toilet in a club. Fished it out and gave it to my girl.
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SixStrongLines
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flushed about 8 hits of acid once, security at the airport caught me making a deal so i just bombed it to the toilet, it was good acid too, clean
all on seperate occasions:
~3 ounces of weed - police
60 20mg focalin - dean of students walking in talking about drug users in the school (oh god do i not miss high school)
25 20mg focalin + 10 op60's - my brother flushed them because he's not a fan of dr00gz. fuck that day.
~3 ounces of weed - police
60 20mg focalin - dean of students walking in talking about drug users in the school (oh god do i not miss high school)
25 20mg focalin + 10 op60's - my brother flushed them because he's not a fan of dr00gz. fuck that day.
MXE, after it stopped giving me pleasure and started giving me convulsions and bladder problems. Nasty, horrible drug, I'm glad it was banned. I don't care what anyone says, it's a real medical hazard. One of those things that make me laugh at the RC types thinking they know everything and everything should be legal. I usually don't have a problem with a drug until it starts giving me serious problems but then the romance is over.
treezy z
Bluelighter
a few grams of dxm because it was making me go nuts, an ounce of haze because i was sick of the paranoia and knew if i held it to sell i'd smoke it, a handful of benzos and adderalls because i had to go to the ER and they tend to strip you naked and search you there so i ran in the bathroom and flushed them, amanita muscaria because it was the worst thing i've ever put in my body.
jones-in_J
Bluelighter
I literally just flushed 2 grams of 2c-p before even experiment with it aside from a 2mg allergy test. Now that its scheduled it probably would have been worth a good bit seeing as how it was hundreds of doses worth that i flushed. Oh well
I threw ot away because i want to get off drugs really fucking bad and didnt see having a ridiculous ammount of an insanely potent pshchadelic in my possession that ill probanly never touch to be benefiting me at all
I threw ot away because i want to get off drugs really fucking bad and didnt see having a ridiculous ammount of an insanely potent pshchadelic in my possession that ill probanly never touch to be benefiting me at all
I just flushed 1g of butylone. It was a spur of the moment buy, read up on it before and didn't really care that there was next to no information. I've started compiling my own little HR guide with my stash so if my curious brother finds them and decides he wants to get fucked up, he shouldn't go and kill himself. I do trust that he would read the guide and hopefully read more once he has the names. But yeah in this guide I was doing a little write up of each drug and it just shocked me that bam nothing was there.
Hey Kayla. Good for you!
