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Originally Posted by JackThe Ripper
(Post 319220)
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Holy hijacked thread Batman. Truth is, I've smoked weed and snorted coke for years. Big difference between the 2. You can smoke a big fat joint and be satisfied for a long time. You snort a big fat line of coke, (no matter how pure), You will want another in 5 to 10 mins. Then that cycle repeats itself, until your chest hurts or you're out of coke and money. Been there done that. But not in the last 10 years.
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Originally Posted by rebelyell
(Post 319312)
Holy hijacked thread Batman. Truth is, I've smoked weed and snorted coke for years. Big difference between the 2. You can smoke a big fat joint and be satisfied for a long time. You snort a big fat line of coke, (no matter how pure), You will want another in 5 to 10 mins. Then that cycle repeats itself, until your chest hurts or you're out of coke and money. Been there done that. But not in the last 10 years.
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Pot, of course. Smoked my first hooter when I was 13. Then got to the other stuff as I grew older.. I've done a lot of bad drugs in my life. The only one that really consumed me was cocaine. I'm glad I quit doing all of it. Drugs are bad.. Pot is a drug IMHO..
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they say pot is a gateway drug, but really, if the more hardcore drugs were more readily available and cheaper would they not get used just as much?
i mean, i've smoked pot in my life, and i want to try other drugs. but, money is a major issue. it's much easier for me to drop on a 5 sack than to buy an 8 ball |
gateway drug... hahah that's a retarded concept if there ever was one. Oh poor me the evil weed made me try those other drugs. That's like saying driving drunk is the beer's fault.
Look... I did a lot of drugs in my youth... a lot a lot. A lot a lot a lot a lot. But one makes choices every day. I chose at times to do acid or drink heavily or smoke cigarettes or pawt or do peyote or coke or speed or smoke nutmeg or whatever. The fact is I CHOSE to do those things and I'm 100% RESPONSIBLE for my actions. I've lived with the consequences whether they were good or bad because that's the joy of being free. I choose my destiny, and I get to choose what goes onto, into, or under my body. Not government, some idiotic religious concept, or anyone else's personal insecurity has a goddamned right to impede me. Street... you don't see the irony in calling this a free land and then regulating my choice to live or die as I see fit? |
well, schools always say pot is a gateway drug. all i was trying to say is that now that i'm older and actually have some money, i can try new drugs!
but, yeah, pot never made me try other things. my own free will did. |
i think these last few posts pretty much made my point for me.....r3d i never said anywhere that this is a totally free land...i never would...i said weed sux and these last few posts made my point
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You want to see some impressive English? Check this out.
It's a letter that a Union officer wrote for his wife during the US Civil war, he was killed 8 days after writing it. Civil War - Sullivan Ballou's letter ---------------- July the 14th, 1861 Washington D.C. My very dear Sarah: The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days -- perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more. Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure -- and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my will, but thine O God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing -- perfectly willing -- to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt. But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows -- when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children -- is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country? I cannot describe to you my feelings on this calm summer night, when two thousand men are sleeping around me, many of them enjoying the last, perhaps, before that of death -- and I, suspicious that Death is creeping behind me with his fatal dart, am communing with God, my country, and thee. I have sought most closely and diligently, and often in my breast, for a wrong motive in thus hazarding the happiness of those I loved and I could not find one. A pure love of my country and of the principles I have often advocated before the people and "the name of honor that I love more than I fear death" have called upon me, and I have obeyed. Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield. The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me -- perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar -- that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have oftentimes been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more. But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night -- amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours -- always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again. As for my little boys, they will grow as I have done, and never know a father's love and care. Little Willie is too young to remember me long, and my blue-eyed Edgar will keep my frolics with him among the dimmest memories of his childhood. Sarah, I have unlimited confidence in your maternal care and your development of their characters. Tell my two mothers his and hers I call God's blessing upon them. O Sarah, I wait for you there! Come to me, and lead thither my children. Sullivan |
Originally Posted by PColav6
(Post 319642)
You want to see some impressive English? Check this out.
It's a letter that a Union officer wrote for his wife during the US Civil war, he was killed 8 days after writing it. Sarah, Baby I'm so damn horny for you. When daddy gets back from the field hes gonna ride ya like a goddamn bronco....oh yeh...tell the kids i miss them too but make sure theyre at the baby sitter when i get back cause we're gonna be loud. Keep it on a fire for me.... Sullivan |
Originally Posted by StreetRacer
(Post 319646)
lets modernize that letter:
Sarah, Baby I'm so damn horny for you. When daddy gets back from the field hes gonna hes gonna ride ya like a goddamn bronco....oh yeh...tell the kids i miss them too but make sure theyre at the baby sitter when i get back cause we're gonna be loud. Keep it on a fire for me.... Sullivan |
I read that in high school. Deep shit.
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What I want to know is how did this go from an english thred to a pot thred? I really dont mind pot heads they dont steal from you and they mind their own business. I personally dont do it cant say i have never,but its not for me i get really stupid,I can do that on my own dont need no help there.
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Originally Posted by Uneed2Douche
(Post 319726)
What I want to know is how did this go from an english thred to a pot thred? I really dont mind pot heads they dont steal from you and they mind their own business. I personally dont do it cant say i have never,but its not for me i get really stupid,I can do that on my own dont need no help there.
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