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d!abolic, did you go with or meet any other TAs at the Docks that can confirm you were actually there?
I call BULLSHIT!!!
I have a theory:
The bouncer spiked your drink!!!! The whole thing with the bouncer accusing you of stealing someone else's drink was just a cover so you wouldn't supsect him.
he probably drove home but something was blocking his spot so he parked somewhere else and because he cant remember shit doesnt know about where he puit it
personally, I'd be freaking out a bit more...
either this big plot is much more simple...like someone drove you home but kept the car because they didn't want to cab home, you were so fucked that you don't remember walking into your own house, taking off your pants, and just crashing...etc. and they'll drop it off back at your place or the parking lot.
or
Guv bouncers are running an elaborate car theft ring by g'ing unsuspecting guys, then throwing them out, and having someone follow them to rip them off. Damn...that would be pretty entrepreneurial of them, no? 
Vivid's stories are what keep me reading this thread too...more please.
these drugs i doooo, thats why i do the things, i doooooooo
(and my boys were like "yoo vivid u just been drinking for like 5 hours straight alchol dont mix with this shit" you know and i felt like i was belittled and shit, you know what i mean. its like a mixture of feeling small and wanting to show off. so i did it and shit was out of control you know, i was just out of control , but i still did it and shit. it took 5 mins and i was out cold on the ground puking everywhere and u cant see shit. just blurred images of people leaning over u lookin at you . shit is all spinnin and all u can hear is like voices of like "dude u ok? dude?" yo i wanted to be the center of attention and here i am center of a circle lying in puddle of my own puke. its fucked up you know but thats how it is tho. its like u test urself.you experiment you want to see your own limits and of course times like those raises your limits so u got to check everyonce in awhile whats your new limit at this time. its a vicious cycle but im the curious type. )
these drugs i doooooooo, thats why i do the things, i dooooooooooo
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| Originally posted by Vivid Boy these drugs i doooo, thats why i do the things, i doooooooo (and my boys were like "yoo vivid u just been drinking for like 5 hours straight alchol dont mix with this shit" you know and i felt like i was belittled and shit, you know what i mean. its like a mixture of feeling small and wanting to show off. so i did it and shit was out of control and shit you know, i was just out of control , and i still did it u know. it took 5 mins and i was out cold on the ground puking everywhere and u cant see shit. just blurred images of people leaning over u lookin at you . shit is all spinnin and all u can hear is like voices of like "dude u ok? dude?" yo i wanted to be the center of attention and here i am center of a circle lying in puddle of my own puke. its fucked up you know thats how it is tho. its like u test urself.you experiment you want to see your own limits and of course times like those raises your limits so u got to check everyonce in awhile whats your limit this time. its a vicious cycle ) these drugs i doooooooo, thats why i do the things, i dooooooooooo |
A drug story, hmm.....
Here's One.
Two years ago, Vivid boy, two other guys, named Chris and Andrew, and myself took a road trip to Washington D.C. for a big music festival they throw there every year. A good showing of Rock, Hip Hop and Electronica, very cool venue and full of great artists (HFStival). Anyhow before the trip was on its way, we knew we needed drugs..drugs, drugs, and lotsa drugs. How else can a road trip become exciting and full of mishaps? The day of the road trip, we met up at the Pizza Pizza at East side of Centinnial Hill, off of Eringate and Renforth, had some grub and went to grab the necessary things required for surviving a road trip to the states. So Vivid, Chris and I went to my drug dealer, an ex-roomate of mine named Karen, where we picked up one half of the necessary drugs needed for our trip. At Karen's house, she ends up offering alot of K to us while we were there to start the festivities nice an early. I refuse, as I was driving, but Chris and Vivid took the offer gladly. Vivid, a more experience user to K, decide to pour out the k from the plastic bag and spills way too much K over the desk. Now this monsterous mound of illicit drugs would scare the most avid partier, but not ole Vivid or Chris, they split it and did it clean, like a couple of champs. Satisfied, we all left, including my dealer, as she needed a ride to a friends house up in Rexdale. On our way back, heading up Jane, I noticed that my friend Chris had become rather quiet...a little too quiet...just a few blocks from Scarlett, on Jane, near a Tim Hortons, the first sound of trouble had erupted. And let me tell you, there is nothing scarier than the sound of someone up-heaving their vomit behind your seat (he sat behind me). As the up-chucking started my friend Chris, quickly put his hands over his mouth to stop the barrage of vile regurgitation from smearing all over the car (the vehicle that would transport us on our trip). Hearing the call of the sick son of a bitch, I quickly pulled over, to a side street, where little kids were roller-blading and playing hopskotch, and right infront of a little old grannys house, where she was gladly enjoying the friday afternoon, knitting a sweater. There I park and open the door so that my friend can gladly let loose the disgusting bile that was in his mouth. And when I mean by Bile, I mean that...there is nothing good about eating a pepperoni pizza with that creamy garlic sauce, and throwin it back up. A smell that would gag a maggot, luckily we all ran away and let him puke out whatever else he needed. Theres more to this story, but this is long enough and more than enough information...enjoy the tale of the scary druggie kids who plague and terrorize calm and peaceful neighbourhood with their wacky misfortunes...
Re: A drug story, hmm.....
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| Originally posted by Rodrico Here's One. Two years ago, Vivid boy, two other guys, named Chris and Andrew, and myself took a road trip to Washington D.C. for a big music festival they throw there every year. A good showing of Rock, Hip Hop and Electronica, very cool venue and full of great artists (HFStival). Anyhow before the trip was on its way, we knew we needed drugs..drugs, drugs, and lotsa drugs. How else can a road trip become exciting and full of mishaps? The day of the road trip, we met up at the Pizza Pizza at East side of Centinnial Hill, off of Eringate and Renforth, had some grub and went to grab the necessary things required for surviving a road trip to the states. So Vivid, Chris and I went to my drug dealer, an ex-roomate of mine named Karen, where we picked up one half of the necessary drugs needed for our trip. At Karen's house, she ends up offering alot of K to us while we were there to start the festivities nice an early. I refuse, as I was driving, but Chris and Vivid took the offer gladly. Vivid, a more experience user to K, decide to pour out the k from the plastic bag and spills way too much K over the desk. Now this monsterous mound of illicit drugs would scare the most avid partier, but not ole Vivid or Chris, they split it and did it clean, like a couple of champs. Satisfied, we all left, including my dealer, as she needed a ride to a friends house up in Rexdale. On our way back, heading up Jane, I noticed that my friend Chris had become rather quiet...a little too quiet...just a few blocks from Scarlett, on Jane, near a Tim Hortons, the first sound of trouble had erupted. And let me tell you, there is nothing scarier than the sound of someone up-heaving their vomit behind your seat (he sat behind me). As the up-chucking started my friend Chris, quickly put his hands over his mouth to stop the barrage of vile regurgitation from smearing all over the car (the vehicle that would transport us on our trip). Hearing the call of the sick son of a bitch, I quickly pulled over, to a side street, where little kids were roller-blading and playing hopskotch, and right infront of a little old grannys house, where she was gladly enjoying the friday afternoon, knitting a sweater. There I park and open the door so that my friend can gladly let loose the disgusting bile that was in his mouth. And when I mean by Bile, I mean that...there is nothing good about eating a pepperoni pizza with that creamy garlic sauce, and throwin it back up. A smell that would gag a maggot, luckily we all ran away and let him puke out whatever else he needed. Theres more to this story, but this is long enough and more than enough information...enjoy the tale of the scary druggie kids who plague and terrorize calm and peaceful neighbourhood with their wacky misfortunes... |
Re: A drug story, hmm.....
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| Originally posted by Rodrico Here's One. Two years ago, Vivid boy, two other guys, named Chris and Andrew, and myself took a road trip to Washington D.C. for a big music festival they throw there every year. A good showing of Rock, Hip Hop and Electronica, very cool venue and full of great artists (HFStival). Anyhow before the trip was on its way, we knew we needed drugs..drugs, drugs, and lotsa drugs. How else can a road trip become exciting and full of mishaps? The day of the road trip, we met up at the Pizza Pizza at East side of Centinnial Hill, off of Eringate and Renforth, had some grub and went to grab the necessary things required for surviving a road trip to the states. So Vivid, Chris and I went to my drug dealer, an ex-roomate of mine named Karen, where we picked up one half of the necessary drugs needed for our trip. At Karen's house, she ends up offering alot of K to us while we were there to start the festivities nice an early. I refuse, as I was driving, but Chris and Vivid took the offer gladly. Vivid, a more experience user to K, decide to pour out the k from the plastic bag and spills way too much K over the desk. Now this monsterous mound of illicit drugs would scare the most avid partier, but not ole Vivid or Chris, they split it and did it clean, like a couple of champs. Satisfied, we all left, including my dealer, as she needed a ride to a friends house up in Rexdale. On our way back, heading up Jane, I noticed that my friend Chris had become rather quiet...a little too quiet...just a few blocks from Scarlett, on Jane, near a Tim Hortons, the first sound of trouble had erupted. And let me tell you, there is nothing scarier than the sound of someone up-heaving their vomit behind your seat (he sat behind me). As the up-chucking started my friend Chris, quickly put his hands over his mouth to stop the barrage of vile regurgitation from smearing all over the car (the vehicle that would transport us on our trip). Hearing the call of the sick son of a bitch, I quickly pulled over, to a side street, where little kids were roller-blading and playing hopskotch, and right infront of a little old grannys house, where she was gladly enjoying the friday afternoon, knitting a sweater. There I park and open the door so that my friend can gladly let loose the disgusting bile that was in his mouth. And when I mean by Bile, I mean that...there is nothing good about eating a pepperoni pizza with that creamy garlic sauce, and throwin it back up. A smell that would gag a maggot, luckily we all ran away and let him puke out whatever else he needed. Theres more to this story, but this is long enough and more than enough information...enjoy the tale of the scary druggie kids who plague and terrorize calm and peaceful neighbourhood with their wacky misfortunes... |
I forgot about you chasing the little girls on rollerblades..hahahaha. Man, some good times bro.
Re: A drug story, hmm.....
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| Originally posted by Rodrico (...)So Vivid, Chris and I went to my drug dealer, an ex-roomate of mine named Karen, where we picked up one half of the necessary drugs needed for our trip. At Karen's house, she ends up offering alot of K to us while we were there to start the festivities nice an early. I refuse, as I was driving, but Chris and Vivid took the offer gladly. Vivid, a more experience user to K, decide to pour out the k from the plastic bag and spills way too much K over the desk. Now this monsterous mound of illicit drugs would scare the most avid partier, but not ole Vivid or Chris, they split it and did it clean, like a couple of champs. Theres more to this story, but this is long enough and more than enough information... |
that sucks, but atleast you've got that massive cock going for you!
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| Originally posted by charmscars that sucks, but atleast you've got that massive cock going for you! |
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| Originally posted by disko-kandi why don't you give us her last name and her address as well while you're at it, - for everyone on the whole wide world web to read and for her to get her ass busted! ...just a tip! |
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| Originally posted by chamscars that sucks, but atleast you've got that massive cock going for you! |
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| Originally posted by Rodrico Sozek, lives at 1756 Dundas St. West, go drive by and arrest her. |
fuck that im gonna drive by and get more drugs
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| Originally posted by disko-kandi ?!?! if this is correct info ...then i'm really asking myself if i've lost my marbles, -or you? |
wow, that story was really scary 
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| Originally posted by Rodrico The question is, do you drive by and ask for drugs or find out that I could of been lying about the whole thing? which is why you never should be trusting the internet as a realiable source of information to begin with. |
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| Originally posted by Rodrico The question is, do you drive by and ask for drugs or find out that I could of been lying about the whole thing? which is why you never should be trusting the internet as a realiable source of information to begin with. |
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| Originally posted by charmscars that sucks, but atleast you've got that massive cock going for you! |
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| Originally posted by disko-kandi hey, quite frankly, i don't give a sh** what you do. so i should not trust you then...? good point! |
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| Originally posted by Rodrico I just got the same feeling I get when I tell little kids that Santa Claus doesn't exsist. |
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| Originally posted by disko-kandi i'm glad you're entertained. |
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