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» The last thing that made me cry
ha ha third the one with the hairy chest
i never cry. i am an emotional vacuum
(Thu 14th Apr 2005, 11:33, More)
ha ha third the one with the hairy chest
i never cry. i am an emotional vacuum
(Thu 14th Apr 2005, 11:33, More)
» It's not me, it's the drugs talking
Frank wasn't there
First time I took mushrooms the first few hours were the funniest of my life. The last few hours, I could have killed myself. All the countries in the world started changing places...on my girlfriend's bedroom wall. I have never felt such intense paranoia and impending doom.
I'd heard that there was a national drugs help-line and thought that a phone-call to them would sort me out. Couldn't find the number so rang what I thought was the next best thing - The Samaritans. Spent a few frantic minutes chatting to the little old lady on the end of the line who got a bit scared and tried to convince me to ring an ambulance, but eventually she found me the number for talktoFrank.
Frank is a shitcunt. Frank wasn't there. Frank was out having a good time while I was climbing the walls. Because of Frank I spent the next 4 hours alone in a bright room with all of the clocks in the flat under my pillow just to stop the ominous ticking towards my death.
Let this be a lesson kids, respect the drugs. They'll bite you on the arse when you least expect it.
Kelly, Claire - do some work.
(Wed 21st Dec 2005, 9:20, More)
Frank wasn't there
First time I took mushrooms the first few hours were the funniest of my life. The last few hours, I could have killed myself. All the countries in the world started changing places...on my girlfriend's bedroom wall. I have never felt such intense paranoia and impending doom.
I'd heard that there was a national drugs help-line and thought that a phone-call to them would sort me out. Couldn't find the number so rang what I thought was the next best thing - The Samaritans. Spent a few frantic minutes chatting to the little old lady on the end of the line who got a bit scared and tried to convince me to ring an ambulance, but eventually she found me the number for talktoFrank.
Frank is a shitcunt. Frank wasn't there. Frank was out having a good time while I was climbing the walls. Because of Frank I spent the next 4 hours alone in a bright room with all of the clocks in the flat under my pillow just to stop the ominous ticking towards my death.
Let this be a lesson kids, respect the drugs. They'll bite you on the arse when you least expect it.
Kelly, Claire - do some work.
(Wed 21st Dec 2005, 9:20, More)
» Stupid Tourists
Sorry
not indicative of all Americans I know. But the Yank tourist who was just telling me what bastards London underground staff are because they wouldn't stop the tube at King's Cross.
On a similar rant. English tourists to London. Come back and stop hiding, the city doesn't need this as well.
(Sun 10th Jul 2005, 17:39, More)
Sorry
not indicative of all Americans I know. But the Yank tourist who was just telling me what bastards London underground staff are because they wouldn't stop the tube at King's Cross.
On a similar rant. English tourists to London. Come back and stop hiding, the city doesn't need this as well.
(Sun 10th Jul 2005, 17:39, More)