I once "dated" this girl....one night we go back to her place after the bars and proceed to do things that would make even Maddonna say "damn!" the next morning I wake up and see her cat walking across the pillows. It came up to me and licked my finger, just as I was thinking "Awww, maybe this cat isn't so bad after all" the little **** bit me. Hard. cat got chucked off that damn bed..... That earned me an early morning bj....still wanted to kill that cat tho

 

SHmOKE BReaK...

Re _FiLl TyME...

 

why?

 

hahahhaha

 

then you could teach it to do your homework for ya.....


"mom always said NEVER TRUST A MONKEY!"

 

haha yep cats are mean like that. Pixie is declawed and she'll still F*ck u up!

 

 

lets get down to brass tacks here....how much for the chimp?

 

well peeps, time 2 go play dodgeball! Peace!

 

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR....I'm wide awake and bored outta my MIND.
cant go out b/c the doc said not to
I might just have a mental breakdown right here and now

 

I was right in the middle of a ****ing reptile zoo, and somebody was giving booze to these goddamn things.

 

 

We are all wired into a survival trip now. No more of the speed that fueled that 60's. That was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary's trip. He crashed around America selling "consciousness expansion" without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for all the people who took him seriously... All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped create... a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody... or at least some force - is tending the light at the end of the tunnel.

 

HeLlZ YA...:YEAH :YEAH

 

I cant read that my eyes are crossing

 

it's a quote from fear and loathing in las vegas.....here's a real good one

We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole multi colored collection of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.





don't drift out on us now, amber......post ***** for all you're worth dammit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

all those words make my head hurt!!!!!!

make it shorter and I'll stay. I feel retardo right now

 

ok what would u like to talk about then?

 

happy thoughts pleaaaaaaaaase

going to get some juice, brb

 

i'm on vacation....there's a happy thought!