Grrrrrrrrrr....heartless bear.
easy there buns...... :wink:
....grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....
Do they not take the armadillo to a convenient roadside rest wherein they can eviscerate it in relative safety?
or am I just being obtuse?
I'm quite certain that everyone on this thread has, at one time or another, attempted to swallow a bag of pot.
I'm not afraid to admit it. The only thing is, when I did it, I was sitting on a bluff in New Mexico, not a living person within 30 miles.
It was a challenge. I survived.
I tend to keep my bags and pots separate, for fire hazards, and I can't recall ever trying to swallow either, although occasionally I do lick the bowl.
Actually, I find it pretty sad......
Onyxelle's story is way sadder than the dude who choked on a bag of pot.
I remember once in 1969 or maybe 1970 the police came busting into Jim (last name withtheld) place and he and I had to swallow 25 hits of acid between us.....that was an extremely interesting 3 days....I survived.....but haven't seen or heard from Jim in about 28 years........
There is a one-way bridge between Kentucky and Illinios at Cairo. Once, in 1969, when i was visiting my sister (who went to school at Southern Illinios U), we got a call from a friend from Kentucky. He was supposed to be bringing 100 hits of kool-aid acid to Carbondale. He had gotten stopped at the bridge (which has a light to let traffice go south, and then go north), right next to a state trooper. He freaked, not knowing about the one way bridge, and crushed and swallowed the tin foil bundle with the acid in it. He drove over the bridge, and then drove almost to Carbondale before it got to be too much for him.
We drove down to Vienna and met him, and my buddy punched him hard in the stomach first thing. He pukedup the tin foil ball, but we will never know how much acid got into his system. We kept feeding him coffee (he refused to eat anything), and then worked shifts for three days, walking around town with him, and trying to help him keep a good grip on reality--or as good as could be expected.
Those big heavy doses of acid can be interesting.....another cool thing is that we used to dose each other on the sneak and just wait to see the look on someone's face when they realized they were tripping.....now understand this was a select group of friends...we didn't go out dosing the community at large......it was always fun to realize "What the fuk...I'm tripping!" and then look around to see who was giggling at you.....
I had a guy at a club in Rockingham NC if you can believe it walk up to me at the urinal in the men's room and ask if I wanted to snort a dime...of course i said yes...thinking it was cocaine. It was angel dust. Now THAT was an interesting evening. they had a lit dance floor ala Saturday Night Fever and it looked like a big swirling hole that was going to suck me down in to it, so I wouldn't go near the dance floor...then I kept asking everyone if I was a robot until they got tired of it and took me outside and locked me in the van.......we were a compassionate group...
Gautam wrote:Actually, I find it pretty sad......
G, I understand. Big life changes can bring out sensivities and emotions and all that good stuff. (congrats again, sweetie)
