I heard that in medieval times the poor used to cook up a combination of various powders, which when sniffed would produce a euphoric high.
They used to have festivals in which they'd celebrate the harvest, and sprinkle some of this concoction as an offering to the gods. Constable harks back to these times, and has documented them in one of his paintings.

It was, detailed as, ah - I think this works - showers yore E haywains.

Guys?

Guys?
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 10 Apr 2014, 16:14, 7 replies)

I...I think it's trying to communicate.

( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Thu 10 Apr 2014, 16:29, closed)

I've just realised I've totally ballsed it up anyway.
I'm off to kill myself now.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 10 Apr 2014, 16:41, closed)

i love this reply

(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Thu 10 Apr 2014, 17:27, closed)

( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 10 Apr 2014, 16:41, closed)

^ best thing ever

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Thu 10 Apr 2014, 23:32, closed)

(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Thu 10 Apr 2014, 17:28, closed)

Ritalin's wearing off.

( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Thu 10 Apr 2014, 18:20, closed)