nasty.
giving someone a line of ketamine after youv told then its cocaine. imagine expecting a buzz that makes u think your the centre of the universe when instead you get scanner darkly vision and lose the ability to talk.
(Raol Duke, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 18:52, 8 replies)

Is this a reply to the post below about bag scrapings?
You know there's a reply button?
( Bats, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 18:54, closed)

To be honest
He loved it, and thanked me afterwards - he was by this point turning into quite the cokehead (easy to do - it sneaks up from the odd line, to a gram or two at the weekend, to eventually a gram a day in his case - no mean feat at the age of 15, considering it means he was spending £175 a week) and appreciated the break.

EDIT: And as I remember, I never specifically told him it was coke. He saw the baggie in my drawer at home and insisted on bringing it out with us, not questioning what was in it.
(hypnoticme is an anarcho-syndicalist commune, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 19:04, closed)

But that's good.
I hate coke, it's shit as far as I'm concerned, don't like that wired feeling. Ketamine on the other hand fucking rocks. It's second only to God's own MDMA.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Wed 19 Dec 2007, 19:23, closed)

Things Must Have Changed
Because if someone ever gave me a drug and let me take it believing it to be something else, then they'd be taking their meals through an drip for the next few months.

I can't *stand* cunts who think it's funny to drug someone.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 1:43, closed)

I'm with legless on this one
Not that I I'd be able to really hurt someone if I'd just done a line of K
(loki lie smith kiss me til I'm in a coma, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 2:06, closed)

justice
my mate got search on his way to a club, the bouncer a big nasty cunt, took away his wrap of k then let him in the club. He was latter found in the toilets in one badass k hole. The cheeeky git thought it was coke! it wrong i know but it kinda felt like justice...
(kurious orange, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 9:21, closed)

@ Legless:
With you on this as well.

A 'mate' decided it would be 'fun' to spike my drink with LSD while I was in the toilet one evening.

Fortunately, when I returned and picked up my drink a REAL friend took it out of my hand and poured it into the twunt's lap. (She explained why after)

(not even sure if it would have had any effect having been imbibed rather than just stuck on my tongue...)
(Dionysian Aut viam inveniam aut faciam, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 11:11, closed)

Legless et al.
Oh come on, he laughed it off, he knew what to expect (ish - he got told that it wasn't coke, and advised what it might have been, I wasn't 100% myself), had a good night anyway and learned a valuable lesson - never take anything if you can't be certain or don't ask what it is. I never drugged him, he racked the line up, he put it through his mucus membranes, all I did was neglect to tell him what it was until just after he'd had it.

I'd never drug anyone. About 18 months ago one of my best mates died of an overdose - he was a heroin addict (good lad though, very intelligent - 'twas a shame to see him waste the talent he had), and somewhat of a heavy drinker, we went to a club, he's smacked out of his eyeballs and drinking, then some absolute cunt slipped him (according to the toxicology scan anyway) GHB. He just stopped breathing.

I miss you Jake. I'll avenge you, one way or another. And to the twat who spiked you - I'll find you, you top quality, A-Grade wanker.
(hypnoticme is an anarcho-syndicalist commune, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 11:14, closed)