Damn, i guess you haven't been to the salvia world yet.

Daaamn 750mgs of DXM?! I only do like 400mgs and i am mega trippin.

you can always use the excuse that you were in europe.

lolwut. I broke through on my second go around.

I never really thought of posting party facebook pictures as a big deal.
But recently alot of shit has gone down around here because of it.

1- I was talking to a cop last week who is cool in the "hey, jim said you were cool" sense of the word. And he was telling me stuff to watch out for when I'm partying and posting pictures of yourself doing stupid shit was on the top of his list. Not even so much because people can see them in the immediate future, but because they are there forever, and in the distant future you could end up kicking your own ass for incriminating yourself in advance.

2- My exs' friend posted a picture of her on facebook with a joint in her mouth. Someone else saw it and thought it would be funny to email it to my ex's parents. My ex was beaten by her mother. Literally hit with a frying pan.

3- I walked into class one day and my teacher started describing to me in perfect detail a party that I had been at over the weekend. He went on to tell me that him, 2 other teachers and the school cop had been looking at pictures from the party ( that I didn't even know existed) on facebook.
He wouldnt tell me why they were looking at them, but it still freaked the shit out of me.

Shit, I better take down my pics so I don't get beat by my mother with a frying pan.

Or so your not willingly releasing evidense of yourself breaking the law.

Jesus, they ammend the constitution so that Americans are given fair rights, it amazes me how many kids are just itching to give them back.

There should be a "I'm hungover as shit, and I think me and my girlfriend might have broken up" thread.

Hahahahahaha, I'm so sorry, you just couldn't haven't put it funnier.

indeed.

but you'd be the only one posting in it.

Daaaaaaamn! You hot then. What did you see? Felt like you and everyone else was in a big parade?

Salvia's almost cooler than Meth and Whip-hits.


edit: AND SO ARE NEW PAGES!

Hey Andre, wanna party tomorrow night?

not drinking at a party school fucking blows.

i saw one of the girls from my high school on good morning america's "spring break confessions" at south padre talking about how wasted or something she was. haha this spread around my school so quickly

drinking at a not party shcool fucking blows.

KIND OF LIKE POSTING A PICTURE OF YOUR TATAS ON THE INTERNET. RIGHT? RIGHT?

except underage drinking pictures don't get saved to hard drives by every board member.

Or re-hosted a million times, you know, just in case.

Hmm, I don't wanna hang out with you guys anymore.

I don't blame you.

bobby check your inbox!

mike needs to let shit go.

sam needs to quit it.

you should specify "it"

don't you mean "tit"?

You're all a bunch of faggots.

no we're not, you're getting your fantasies mixed up with your reality again jon.

Scott's stayin' cool.

I'M A TUMOR I'M A TUMOR I'M A TUMOR

I'M A TUMOR I'M A TUMOR I'M A TUMOR

FAGGOTS

last night all my friends and i got drunk, including the girl i am sort of with. she was just hitting on everyone. This was a side i had never seen before. i completely called her out, yelled at her, and everthing. I then proceeded to get really blazed and call up my ex girlfriend and ask if she wanted to hang out today. why did i do any of this?

see here's where i regret the whole lack of edit button.

Because you were drunk and mad.

I woulda just took her out and fucked her if she's showing off that premiscuous side. I would've then proceeded to never call her again.

i just split a rice krispie treat with my girlfriend and i'm already zooming. this is awesome

Awesome.


I'm in the middle of typing my acid story.

i wonder if i was smoking bud right now i'd feel less shitty. i don't think so though.

Do the "Quick Happy" I-dose. It helps everything.

hey speaking of i-doser? i just downloaded that shit not too long ago. any recommended doses? i want to get blown the fuck away, something that will make me see shit. any tips as well?

Heroin is a good feeling, but it won't blow you away. Hand of god was pretty intense for me, it's supposed to be one of the craziest ones.
The better the headphones, the better the experience. Just chill and concentrate on one of the sounds (I find that the static/waterfall sound is the easiest to concentrate on)

intense like what? what exactly am i looking for?

the descriptions are supposed to sell people, and probably not accurate.

Kids these days.

What the hell are you two talking about?

Hahaha.

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GET HIGH WITH SOUND

So it's my last night in Oregon. I happen to be in Eugene, OR, visiting my old buddy before I leave.

So that whole day we were wondering how we'd celebrate. All of us wanted to do acid, but our efforts availed us nothing. I thought it would be fun to sit around doing dmt for a bit and laugh at eachother...'Cause that's fun god damnit.

Well that plan went to shit.


So we decided to host a huge party. We did, and never in my entire life have I seen that many people rush in and leave within an hour and twenty three minutes (I don't know why i remember that). Regardless, I managed to get myself drunk within' that amount of time. As did my close friend (we'll call him Richard) and our other close friend (we'll call him...haha, KYLE), the third link in our middle school and early high school trio. Now, little background, Richard has done everything...and a lot of it.

Well, there we are, like, fuck, hanging with Richard's 20,000 roomates (3), some red neck that wasn't invited from our old home town and absolutely nothing to do. This was before i turned 21, mind you. So Richard decides to go to his pot dealer for DMT. He dissapears, so obviously we played Fifa (obviously).

Richard returns, with what? Oh, acid. So we're gitty like kiddies.

It was here that the odd night began, in a CoolWhip plastic container. Inside? Tabs? Sugar cubes? No, bread cubes. Bread cubes?

"Uhh, yeah, he said that's all he had to put them on."

Well, shit, he has rachael rae beat, who needs a meal in 30 mins when you can have lsd bread cubes in a matter of seconds?

"He told me only to eat one 'cause he loaded them and its the best shit he's had in years"

Awesome i think, one a great way to peace out Oregon. But, wait, how many are there? He decided to give us six for the three of us.

"Let's eat both!"

Kyle and I proceeded to look at eachother with dissapproval towards Richard's statement.

"I dunno man, let's just take another later"
"yeah, that way we can have fun all night"

"NO WAY MAN"

NUM NUM NUM

*moments later*

Well, the container was empy now and we'd taken both of them each. The trip came on like any other. So we thought of the safest form of entertainment we could...building a fire. Well shit, it wasn't long until i was in a FUCKING CARTOON. You know when you day dream, about anything, any sort of object or person that is included in your thought manifests intself visually in your mind? Well sure you do, who the fuck doesn't? Well try that and then actually seeing it. Like literally. i would transcend into my visual thought instaneously, until someone talked to me or interrupted me. They'd almost break through my visuals like a wall of mist.

So everything is groovy, having the time of my life in looney toon land with Richard and (snicker) Kyle.

So our redneck friend (we'll call him...CHARLIE DANIELS) stumbles upon us after being god knows where.

"Can I use your cellphones?"
Us:"All of them" (he's beligerant...like any redneck)
"No I, I, I......I....I just need one, me an' my girlfriend got in a fight, I can't go back to her dorm, public safety is looking for me"

Okay, my brain is like the commercials, a happy little egg being fried all to hell in a pan.

"What'd you kill someone?!?!" I ask.
"I...I, I, I......I...I dunno", says Charlie Daniels.

Fuckin' great, we're a little tripped out at this point. So one of Richard's roomies let's him borrow his phone and he disspears for the rest of the night. Unfortunately his footprint was already made on our trip. great, we're accessories to murder, we think.

Eventually, after watching Richard's roommate toiling with the fire for like 20 minutes, I notice he keeps doing the same thing over and over. No shit, not that many complicated actions to keeping a fire going. Well Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I begin to think (paranoia caused by the previous trauma) that I am seeing the same thirty seconds over, and over and over. the crackling of the fire eventually turned into the sound hard heels make in a tiled, long, empy, echoing hallway.

Great, I'm fuckin' crazy now. Yep, I was moving, but no, now I am utterly obvious to the world around me and am stuck in a dark abyss with a fire, this fuckin' guy playing with it, and the constant of heals clicking. it was like chinese water torture. Luckily, someone says something, after all that silence. After me thinking it was time for the goofy jacket.

Then...the fire goes out, time to go inside... Here's where shit goes reeeeeeeal weird.


So Kyle (lol) starts BUGGING.

"Dude, I think we did too much. yep, we did, this is bad. We did too much. I just want it to stop, I JUST WANT IT TO STOP!", says Kyle before he proceeds to start thrashing in the hallway and bagging on a random door.

Oh yeah, Kyle is 6' 7".

Well, so we try and calm him down, but minute by minute, he's infecting me with his craziness. And then shit hit the fan.


"OKAY I'M GAY".

What was that kyle?

"Uh, uhhhh, uh...fuck, it's over...I'M KILLING MYSELF"

Dude, Kyle, c'mon. Well, no, there was no c'mon-ing. He goes apeshit saying he's going to kill himself, and he's gay, so what, and then he starts thrashing even more. But the finale was him running over to the roomies on the couch and our buddy ol' pal, Charlie Daniels and motions in a threatening manner to unzip his pants and whip out his dick.

At this point Richard tells me to just go chill in his room and trip out while he handles this.

Bad idea. Wow, my vision is so fucked at this point (remember, everything looks like cartoons...actually, like I'm in the film What Dreams May Come when the land was still made of paint..but multiply that by two). I try and wander around, but I wasn't sure if the shit I was seeing was really there AND I'm in a dark room solely lit up by a computer screen. yeah, I'm tearin' shit up. I was like a baby, anything I touched I needed to grip like hell and ring it around. I'm eventually discovered, much to Richard's anger. I tore up his entire room somehow. Oh, oh, and that's not it, I'm talking to my god damn self.

So they bring me back in the house (Richard's room is a seperate satellite to the house). Do you think that imporves anything? Now everything is bright as hell and I'm knocking over more shit finding my way around.

Richard: "THATS IT! We're strapping up!"

So Richard and his fire guru roomie take us outside. At this point I am shoeless. Why bring us outside? To just let us wander the town until we stopped tripping 'cause we demolished his house. After this, I have absolutely no idea what happened.

UNTIL....


*knock knock knock*

Some random fucking lady opens the door to her house, that I'm knocking on, at 5:15 in the morning. Whoopsies, PEACE. So I walk away without a word (awkward) only to go to the next door neighbor's house. But this time, I try and walk through his back door. The sad thing is, I'm practically just watching myself do this. I don't remember having any control over my body with logic. So eventually, the owner comes out, with a bat.

"You fuckin' trying to break into my house!"

Well, I ran, without my p.f. flyers...without shoes in general. So I'm walking later on, trying to find my way back to my buddy's house. This didn't last long, 'cause the cops pull up behind, dirty, shoeless, and looking haggard as fuck. I'm still tripping.

So they talk to me, blah blah blah blah.

"You do a bit of partying last night?"

"No, actually, I drank a bottle of water, and, ended up here"

WTF?! That's my BEST answer?

blah blah blah blah blah

So after they discover I'm harmless and not some asshole trying to break into houses (oops) they let me go. I eventually make it back, with no recolection of what happened and Charlie Daniels passed out all red neck drunk. The sun up. I'm tired as all hell. Charlie wakes up.

"So Kyle's gay"


"'Night Charlie."

Sorry, I didn't proof read it at all and I'm tried as fuck. it's too late to edit, so use your best judgement on the mispellings and missing words.

hhahahahahahahaahhahahaha

did charlie get that bj?

God, biggest red-neck couple ever.

Hahaha holy shit what an awesome night.

wow.