I'm spewing!
My friend wanted to get half a decent pill last night at a nightclub in cockle bay, and bought one of one of the "resident" dds. The fucking cunt sold him a vitamin pill, I reckognised the imprint: Blackmores Vitamin A, 11 mm across, domed (2mm edges, 4 mm thick) with a split and an imprinted "B". My friend didn't know, so he bought it. You gotta be a sick fuck to charge people 50 bucks for 1.72 mg of Retinyl acetate.
So my friend talked to another dd, he had pills called white stars or something:
"Are they MDMA?"
"Fuck no, these are ecstacy, man, speedy as hell!! Awesome!"
"Okay cool, later dude"
So we stayed clear of him.
Ended up getting a White Spider from another guy who swore they came out black on ez-testing and everything. "Pure MDMA," he told us. We thought, yeah whatever, can't spend all night looking for pills, so my friend got one. It tasted bitter- the print was good, it looked professional. Se he had half, which kept him energetic and awake, but no way was it pure MDMA. We spared a few grains, and I was not surprised to see go straight to orange when we got home.
It's just so fucked when you don't really plan on having anything...then your intentions change and you have to get sorted out inside the club. I'll never leave home without my tester again.
[This message has been edited by Euröslut (edited 04 November 2000).]
My friend wanted to get half a decent pill last night at a nightclub in cockle bay, and bought one of one of the "resident" dds. The fucking cunt sold him a vitamin pill, I reckognised the imprint: Blackmores Vitamin A, 11 mm across, domed (2mm edges, 4 mm thick) with a split and an imprinted "B". My friend didn't know, so he bought it. You gotta be a sick fuck to charge people 50 bucks for 1.72 mg of Retinyl acetate.
So my friend talked to another dd, he had pills called white stars or something:
"Are they MDMA?"
"Fuck no, these are ecstacy, man, speedy as hell!! Awesome!"
"Okay cool, later dude"
So we stayed clear of him.
Ended up getting a White Spider from another guy who swore they came out black on ez-testing and everything. "Pure MDMA," he told us. We thought, yeah whatever, can't spend all night looking for pills, so my friend got one. It tasted bitter- the print was good, it looked professional. Se he had half, which kept him energetic and awake, but no way was it pure MDMA. We spared a few grains, and I was not surprised to see go straight to orange when we got home.
It's just so fucked when you don't really plan on having anything...then your intentions change and you have to get sorted out inside the club. I'll never leave home without my tester again.
[This message has been edited by Euröslut (edited 04 November 2000).]