these drugs i doooo, thats why i do the things, i doooooooooo

(I always tell people if you have an addiction dont admit it to nobody, you know what im sayin keep that shit to yourself. Cause if anybody sees that when ur out in the public theyre always gonna think ur on that shit even if your not thats what i always tell my friends. But i mean ,for like for me,i dont give a fuck ill prolly end up dying form this shit one day. you'll prolly wake up one morening open the Etobicoke guardian to read "Vivid Boy dies from a drug overdose". and my friends they aint no fuckin better u Know what im sayin,they aint nothin but influences, bad influences to me and visa versa, its peer pressure this shit is all peer pressure. thats what it boils down to. and i give in to it and so do they.)


these drugs i doooo, thats why i do the things, i doooooooooo




*sniff*

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Originally posted by StereoPrincess you lost your fucking car and you are too busy? If I lost my car I would be freaking out.

You'd understand if you saw my schedule for Monday

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Originally posted by dEsidEL he may hav been anally probed as a result of his pants being folder on his dresser..

Best theory so far! That also explains why i woke up on the wrong side of the bed - they probably couldn't figure out what the hell the pillow was for!

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Originally posted by Carney tiss is true.......you missin any organs?

I feel better already. This could have ended up being MUCH worse!

d!abolic, did you go with or meet any other TAs at the Docks that can confirm you were actually there?

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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

BWWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAAA!!!! nice one!

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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...

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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...

Oh man, the mental image of your friend puking his guts out in front of the kids and little granny just made me laugh out loud

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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...

these drugs i soooo, thats why i do the things, i dooooooo

(yo and here i am backseat of a car like whoooaaaaaa brought back to my childhood, and everything was like straight out of the "the little prince" it was like th earth turned into this tiny planet and these huge towers are just reaching out into the universe. and i look beside me cause i hear this growling and shit and theres my boy with a hand over his mouth ready to puke. and im high as fuck too u know so theres not much i can do. i was like paralyzed so i started laughin cayuse lil chunks are flying everywhere. and the whole car is spinnin out of control till it finally stops and the two only sober people are like "YO GET VIVD THE FUCK OUT OF THE CAR BEFORE HE SMELLS THIS SHIT AND HE STARTS PUKIN!" i dont know what the fuck is goin in but now all of a sudden im in this lilk neighbourhood still trippin on a childhood fantasy. i know my boy aint doing well and shit but im taking it you know..so i start chasing these lil girls on rollerblades trying to foot race em.. lik ethey must have been freakin and shit. like they didnt even know they were in a foot race at the time they just prolly thought i was trying rape em n shit but im bolting trying to keep up but my legs.. u know my legs are givin up cause of all the shit im on. but i still got the detremination to go on. and the old granny who i learn after is just starring blankly..drugs man too many stories)


these drugs i dooooooo, thats why i do the things, i dooooooo

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