sandy25198 2012-09-04 22:42:54

hey try smoking as much as i do and NOT making that mistake!! (actually dont do that ur lifespan will be lowered by atleast 76% ._.)

Destrayop 2012-09-05 16:57:03

Wouldn't mind that lifespan decrease too much.

sandy25198 2012-09-05 22:16:24

i wouldnt..........dats why im still at it! :D

Destrayop 2012-09-06 15:37:11

Everyone dies.

sandy25198 2012-09-06 17:55:40

lifes short!

VicariousE 2012-09-06 22:57:16

no comment about lifespans from me........

sandy25198 2012-09-08 00:40:45

cuz ur fucking old than dirt ! (jk)

sandy25198 2012-09-08 00:41:41

*older

VicariousE 2012-09-08 08:55:17

I'm in a seedy bar with my non-alcoholic friend (work-mate), who just wants a soda and to play a few rounds of pool. After a beer or two, I'm off to take a well deserved after work slash. Door won't open. Someone's got his foot up against the door. I wait a minute or three.. still hogging the urinal I need. I try again and the door opens onto two suited men well over 6 feet apiece, one white one black (kinda like the hoods from Pulp Fiction, only... real).
After finishing my long craning neck movement upward to look at these "gentlemen", I politely nod and apologize for the intrusion and proceed to wee... reluctantly, but without fear. These guys would smell it. I could hear the tone of their psychic conversation. It was the language of long time combat soldiers.
"Hey. You smoke weed?" The tail. My ponytail.
Still streaming, "Yeah, I've been known to partake..."
"Take your time then. Well have this ready in a minute."
I slowed myself. Wasn't 2/3 rds done when they start chatting about a past job, that seemed to imply... confrontation.
I zip up. My friend, who used to bounce there before someone got killed, tried the door and asked if I was okay.
I said I was under no duress, and in many calm and convincing ways. He could've easily rammed the door open, being 250 pounds of former football muscle and months of Roy Roger's "Trigger-Burger" handouts at the end of the day. I was relieved he believed me. These intimidators were skilled. Their body language screamed close-quarters combat, despite their size in this glorified water closet.
The joint was finished. It's ingredients were very dense, but sufficiently crumbled.
The joint was good. The tall men spoke little, but there was an understanding of peace. Perhaps they were atoning for the day's earlier transgressions. Maybe they didn't have a fuck to give, either. I left like a gentleman after two hits and a thank you... this was 21st century grade stuff in the early 1990's, of which I was not used to.
Floating out gingerly, as to keep the aroma encased, I almost tripped into my sweat smelling friend. He was the other reason I left the session early. Who knows what fate would've transpired had I stayed the course.

sandy25198 2012-09-08 12:31:25

thats actually quite interesting...

Destrayop 2012-09-09 11:48:31

Memories like that could be yours if you started hanging out in bars :l

sandy25198 2012-09-10 18:24:08

god damn it -_- some people are just fucked up in the bad way

Destrayop 2012-09-10 19:04:13

Like biscuits with wings D:<

VicariousE 2012-09-11 01:34:48

Like exploding potatoes |:<

Destrayop 2012-09-11 14:46:22

Exploding potatoes? Damnit, not again D:<

sandy25198 2012-09-11 17:56:22

exploding potatos and biscuits with wings?? D:< hat have you people been doing all these years?!?!

sandy25198 2012-09-11 17:56:40

*what
i failed!

VicariousE 2012-09-11 21:01:21

Long story.... In Cheech and Chong's 'Corsican Brothers', they made exploding potatoes, to facilitate the revolution.... insert fuse, light and throw/run. Really nice sets, but fuck, wat a waste of money that flick was!
I prefer a Holy Hand Grenade :P Or z tactical nuke launcher (Red Faction, Crysis... Yeah, I always find the BFG in FPS)

Destrayop 2012-09-11 22:18:58

The holy hand grenade of antioch :l
First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin, then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.

sandy25198 2012-09-12 22:49:14

ya know wats funny?................25 ._.