Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
Add to that waking up several times in the night.. though the girlfriend must share blame for that, and you have the wonderful recipe for feeling decidely funky on a Monday morning!
You can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug, especially when its waving a razor sharp hunting knife in your eye
d00mw0lf wrote:*passes the pro-plus*
Don't do it! When you sleep that's when they come for you...
Don't even mention that!
I had to take a year off partying because I actually ended up one morning walking through the streets of islington and Kings Cross convinced that the French Secret Service were on my tail...
Let just say though that my pharmaceutical chemistry these days is far less toxic than it once was!
You can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug, especially when its waving a razor sharp hunting knife in your eye
Gottdammerung wrote:
lol... I think it was the fact that this stuff looked like Playdo.. that really should have set the alarm bells off!
Though I think I might have learned a lesson about cycling under the influence...
The trick to cycling *under influence* not the alcohol beverages, is years of practice...and on the return *home*....not knowing how you managed that one....or that the bicycle was possessed!...
That thought indeed does leave sleeping out of the question and the mind on a roller-coaster thought effect!
MB
it's all about circles and spirals
that ongoing eternity
Gottdammerung wrote:
lol... I think it was the fact that this stuff looked like Playdo.. that really should have set the alarm bells off!
Though I think I might have learned a lesson about cycling under the influence...
The trick to cycling *under influence* not the alcohol beverages, is years of practice...and on the return *home*....not knowing how you managed that one....or that the bicycle was possessed!...
That thought indeed does leave sleeping out of the question and the mind on a roller-coaster thought effect!
MB
lol....
actually, confession time, it was my first time cycling home from a party after a night on the rugs...
Though my girlfriend who I was following is a veteran of such things.. I knew I should have taken the lead!
You can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug, especially when its waving a razor sharp hunting knife in your eye
best advice is if youve got any left do it in to get through to home time ;drink yourself to sleep early enough to get a nights sleep and if you feel crap tomorrow ring in sick!
Well I was handsome and I was strong
And I knew the words to every song.
"Did my singing please you?"
"No! The words you sang were wrong!"
eastmidswhizzkid wrote:best advice is if youve got any left do it in to get through to home time ;drink yourself to sleep early enough to get a nights sleep and if you feel crap tomorrow ring in sick!
Alas I didn't actually have any of my own, a rather nice person I know gave me some... and gave a very evil laugh after I had swallowed the bomb and then started to cry as my gums melted from the stuff that I had l smeared on them left over on my fingers...
Good advice but I've had so many sick days that my work probably think I've got some kind of terminal illness that I've not told them about yet...
Also, I don't drink normally as my cocktail on a Saturday night is not that nice on the stomach..
and finally, its impossible to sleep when the drugs turn your girlfriend into a lustmonster...
You can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug, especially when its waving a razor sharp hunting knife in your eye
Gottdammerung wrote:Good advice but I've had so many sick days that my work probably think I've got some kind of terminal illness that I've not told them about yet...
Gottdammerung wrote:Good advice but I've had so many sick days that my work probably think I've got some kind of terminal illness that I've not told them about yet...
Not another case of Heartlanditis?
No, here we have the Pharmacy, where you go to get cured...
And D00meh manages to get in some product placement for bloody Coca-Cola again!
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
Gottdammerung wrote:Good advice but I've had so many sick days that my work probably think I've got some kind of terminal illness that I've not told them about yet...
Not another case of Heartlanditis?
No, here we have the Pharmacy, where you go to get cured...
And D00meh manages to get in some product placement for bloody Coca-Cola again!
Yea, that's obvious that he got cured
They should invent something for paying people to sneak brand names into forums... Product placement, right?
Who wants to join me in starting HL Product Placement Ltd.?
We'll probably do better than the 'big thing' of the moment, this one: clicky
Well today I am sponsored by Lucozade Sport for hydration, Red Bull for staying awake post lunch time, and Wrigleys for those annoying jaw grinding moments that seem to come about by still having some stuff in your system...
There's no way I should feel this awake right now....
You can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug, especially when its waving a razor sharp hunting knife in your eye
From experience and having written the book and printed the t-shirt to go with it, I can tell you there is life after drugs - it's just not very interesting!
The only noticeable difference was a marked tendancy to swear more.
However, I didn't make a fool of myself in a hospital, nearly get arrested, attempt horrendous kareoke renditions, or recreate Python sketches. Therefore, it's probably better for me than alcohol.
Gottdammerung wrote:Good advice but I've had so many sick days that my work probably think I've got some kind of terminal illness that I've not told them about yet...
Not another case of Heartlanditis?
No, here we have the Pharmacy, where you go to get cured...
And D00meh manages to get in some product placement for bloody Coca-Cola again!
Howd'ya think I pay for my rock 'n' roll lifestyle?!
Christ this is going to be the longest two hours fifty minutes of my life..
Everything just wore off at once and I'm about to pass out any mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...
You can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug, especially when its waving a razor sharp hunting knife in your eye
