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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2012 11:23:38 GMT -5
well rscott it's a good thing you aren't in Misery lol
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Post by rscott on May 6, 2012 12:28:06 GMT -5
I'd sling me hook at you if I lived in the proper hemisphere. lol My suggestion is look and see where the local anarchists hang - there have to be anarchists in Dakota - we're everywhere. Face facts - you're gonna need an anarchist to be sure none of your secrets get out to the authorities should the love affair go pear shaped. Oh yeah there was the time I was propping up the bar with some woman I had never seen before at a wedding, looking at this idiot bloke on the dance-floor making a right knob of himself with the old white man's overbite - making cracks about how I bet he had a dozen kids - it was obvious he had no rhythm at all - critiquing his wardrobe choices, his paunch, his comb over... yep - it was her husband! There are anarchist chicks around, they're also called biker chicks and posse chicks in these parts. Them's that teeth survived their crank addiction or their boyfriends beatings are equally rare. And they're all Christian - what's up with that?
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Post by The Mad Hatter on May 6, 2012 12:28:50 GMT -5
Sitting here last night drinking and talking to a young couple, suddenly it was time for bed, no warning. I went to the bathroom and Terri came in and the last thing I remember was her giggling as she helped me to bed. When she wakes up I expect to hear that I did something stupid again.
Damn.
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Post by StormInateacup on May 6, 2012 13:29:29 GMT -5
I'd sling me hook at you if I lived in the proper hemisphere. lol My suggestion is look and see where the local anarchists hang - there have to be anarchists in Dakota - we're everywhere. Face facts - you're gonna need an anarchist to be sure none of your secrets get out to the authorities should the love affair go pear shaped. Oh yeah there was the time I was propping up the bar with some woman I had never seen before at a wedding, looking at this idiot bloke on the dance-floor making a right knob of himself with the old white man's overbite - making cracks about how I bet he had a dozen kids - it was obvious he had no rhythm at all - critiquing his wardrobe choices, his paunch, his comb over... yep - it was her husband! There are anarchist chicks around, they're also called biker chicks and posse chicks in these parts. Them's that teeth survived their crank addiction or their boyfriends beatings are equally rare. And they're all Christian - what's up with that? Anarchist Christians...WTF do they put in the fucking WATER supplies in your country? Even your anarchists are fucked up!
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Post by BadBeast on May 20, 2012 15:34:31 GMT -5
I once scored a sheet of blotters from some Bikers. Took two to see what they were like, and waited. And waited. Waited a bit longer, and took a third. Still nothing. So I went back to the Pub, found the blokes I bought the acid from, and proceeded to tell them how shit their product was, and how they'd better just give me my money back. Then all of a sudden, I realised I was tripping my nuts off. I then had to tell them to totally disregard everything I'd just said, and compliment them on their totally wack acid. They were quite understanding though, bought me a drink. Calmed me down a bit, and it all goes a little bit crazy after that. Found out years later it was "sunshine" acid. I mean, I know it was called "sunshine" or "Californian sunshine" , but I didn't realise how legendary that stuff actually was. But yeah, embarrassing.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on May 20, 2012 15:37:24 GMT -5
Orange Sunshine?
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Post by BadBeast on May 20, 2012 17:08:00 GMT -5
A muted orange circle, on a white blotter. Some people called them "Rising Suns". But yeah.
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Post by rscott on May 20, 2012 17:09:38 GMT -5
I supplied (manufactured) northern Colorado with 50,000 hits in 1973 - my organic chemistry degree at work. Eastman Kodak unknowingly supplied the base chemicals. I sold it in liquid form to a mobster in Denver and he put out on the street as windowpane. A couple years later someone blew his head off outside his restaurant, he was just one of the many crazy fucks I had to deal with in my drug'n daze..
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Post by The Mad Hatter on May 20, 2012 17:09:49 GMT -5
OS was some kinda good shit, man.
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Post by BadBeast on May 20, 2012 17:18:15 GMT -5
I supplied (manufactured) northern Colorado with 50,000 hits in 1973 - my organic chemistry degree at work. Eastman Kodak unknowingly supplied the base chemicals. I sold it in liquid form to a mobster in Denver and he put out on the street as windowpane. A couple years later someone blew his head off outside his restaurant, he was just one of the many crazy fucks I had to deal with in my drug'n daze.. Were you a "Family" guy?
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Post by rscott on May 20, 2012 17:30:22 GMT -5
Nope, he was a one time deal. I did however get all my coke from the Cuban boys in Florida.
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Post by BadBeast on May 20, 2012 17:37:09 GMT -5
Nope, he was a one time deal. I did however get all my coke from the Cuban boys in Florida. Sounds like Miami Vice GTA Vice City.
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Post by rscott on May 20, 2012 19:22:01 GMT -5
I was in my coke deal'n heyday when my Miami Vice came out. I was copying some of their plot lines right down to the clothes and cars. I even had the local sheriff as a customer. My life back then was like a movie or TV series - totally fucked up in a bad way. Some say my accident was karma for all the bad shit I did.
Fuck it - I got drunk and crashed, no karma involved.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on May 20, 2012 19:44:13 GMT -5
Sounds like you have a damn good life now.
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Post by rscott on May 20, 2012 19:58:06 GMT -5
No complaints except for a little pain.
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