just buy the bath salts with your food stamp card you ape?
ROFL with my GA I could actually.
BUT I CAN'T BUY HOT FOOD
*HOT FOOD*
I CAN BUY WHISKY IF I DAMN WELL PLEASE
BUT NOT
A HOT
MOTHERFUCKING
SANDWICH
LIBERALS *ONLY* LIBERALS COULD CONJUR UP SUCH MONIC BRAIN WASTE AND CALL IT 'PROGRESSIVE' AND SELL IT TO OTHER MINDLESS DOLTS WITH TEAL PRIUSES ADORNING THE NEAT AND TIDY (BY THE SWEAT OF THIRD WORLDERS NO LESS) FRONT YARDS OF THEIR HOVELS
SAME IDIOTS THINK THE PLANET WILL BE SAVED BY FORCING THE POOR TO PAY FOR THE SHOPPING BAGS, TO CUT DOWN ON WASTE YOU KNOW
NEVERMIND THE INCREASED HARDSHIP BOTH FINANCIALLY AND PHYSICALLY (AND EMOTIONALLY) THIS PUTS ON PEOPLE
I'VE NEVER HUSTLED OUT WALGREENS FASTER IN MY LIFE THAN BUYING A TUBE OF ASTRO GLIDE AND REFUSING TO BE ROBBED IN BROAD DAYLIGHT BY THE SCOUNDREL BEHIND THE CASH REGISTER
QUITE A SITE TO WATCH THE BITTER OLD BIDDY'S WALKING IN PAST ME, AND THEY DO THE NORMAL HUMAN THING YOU KNOW "HEY WHATCHA GO SHOPPING FOR? I ONLY GET OUT ONCE A WEEK, MY MY, ASTROGLIDE EH..."
I MAKE LIKE A MAN BREAKING A LAND SPEED RECORD (on foot) WHILE THEY MAKE LIKE THEY AREN'T JEALOUS OF TBLOP AND JAZZ HANDSING TILL THE WEE HOURS WITH $7.99 WORTH OF SILCONE AND WATER GOODNESS
AND THE WORLD IS RIGHT, FOR A LONELY FRIDAY NIGHT
UNLESS YOU'RE A TUBE OF ASTROGLIDE A LAPTOP OR A YORKSHIRE TERRIER OF COURSE. IF YOU ARE SUCH A CREATURE, LIFE IS GOOD.
Never been more sober in my life before any accusations are tossed around.
Yeah, that's another lose/lose for me, aint' it. I'm either a has-been you want to scrape off your boot "who just won't turn the corner" or I'm a fucking psychopath or sociopath (can't say what people think is wrong with me at this point, probably hard to pinpoint) so whatever, either way I intend on making life as enjoyable for others as I can.
xanax is one of those kinds of things where, if you aren't physically addicted to the fuckers and vomitting if you go a couple hours without, you might as well not fucking bother in the first place. Few sips of anything throat syrupy with codein in it and you'll be on air, and because it's horrible horrible cough medicine your brain doesn't easily make the connection. Meaning it's a little less addicting.
I know ~8 long time friends who have been towing around a NASTY NASTY NASTY vicodin/xanax/white pills of some kind addictions for oh, i'd say going on 13-14 years now. When you know dudes putting down $400 bucks a night just so they won't get sick, that's a pretty fucking huge red flag right there.
Also xanax needs uppers, you never mix downers with downers unless you have a death wish,.
reppat: tight circle of friends you hang out with
On the surface it's easy to think that, but keep in mind, these $400 a day drug habits don't feed themselves.
of the bunch I'm the only one not clearing high 5 figures/low 6. Two own/manage decent fitness facilities and the rest manage/partially own nightclubs and hawk whatever they can on the side for cash.
Funny how that works-pick up crippling drug addiction, become 100x more ambitious.
Win/win for the IRS and the russian mob, everyone else=shatz.
I mean at least heeb has the decency to pan handle at gas stations and gay for pay pornography work.
Show some initiative, volunteer to pick up litter, something, anything, but please dear pope john bendict arnold the 2nd, no more stories of your genius and expert opinions that you have on every single useless topic discussed.
I have made $525 plus this laptop in the last ~2 weeks pretending I know what I am doing with computers.
I basically get paid $25 an hour to google my butt off and sweet talk the elderly, it's working out pretty nice so far.
Where is this misinformation coming from that I am sitting on my ass doing nothing? I am basically in life limbo until my court date 8.3 and from there, I am either hell-bound for the military doing something cool or I will get back in the full time zombied work force and finish my degree (NOT IN BIOLOGY ffs)
Mike your stories are terrible, if you want to impress us, go out do an honest days labor or at least fucking spend the week applying for jobs.
Unless, like most of the gibberish you spew, the homeless, horse carriage living situation is yet another last gasp of attention based on lies and fabrication, to gain sympathy.
Get serious with your life braj.
I do look for work. Every single fucking day.
In fact I have to, otherwise my GA gets cut off (and I mope around feeling sorry for myself)
I am not a lost cause by any means. A long shot true (I have re-evaluated my chances of long term (<25 years) survival up from ~17% to at LEAST 33%, one in three is fine by me) but I'm either winning this fight
or renting out a very cozy hotel room for my last few on earth. A hotel built sturdy like, with firm reinforced bathroom walls.
11PM: You're cleaning your room and looking for you phone at the same time. Which one is most important to do? You're not sure. You look down; your shirt is completely soaked. Take it off. You do. Two hours later you still haven't found your phone or cleaned your room. You're shirtless and drenching sweat. You've lost 30 pounds in two months.
Next day you have your phone and your room still looks like shit.
This is your life on meth. Love WILL tear us apart!
What's funny is I lived scenarios just like this over and over again for about ~5 months. You get all the energy in the fucking WORLD replete with LAZER LIKE FOCUS AND INTENSITY
and end up sweeping your floor (around the actual mess) 5-6 times, and then picking through the dirt looking for...meth?
What on earth was I looking for...It's got this sickening side effect that I think is the #1 dead giveaway that a person is using or not- CHAOS
Literally that's all you'll see in a persons life if they're using. Just filthy disgusting horrifying and bizarre CHAOS. When I was using weeks would go by and I'd hardly leave my room and it went from looking like a disaster to - worse. Just fucking WORSE.
I am pretty sad about Heeb truth be told. Kid is looking at 5 years in PRISON-actual PRISON- and a lifetime ahead with some very serious felonies following him around.
Not how things were supposed to be...at all...but then they never are. One day you wake up and realize no, the world isn't fun and full of joy and laughter
You were just a child, and didn't understand...then one day, it's time to put away childish things and be a man. Survive in the "real world"...
Put the joy and laughter, the fun times, all the excitement -ALL- of it in the rearview....
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My boys, we are at the end of an age. We live in a land of weather forcasts and breakfasts that set in. Shat on by Tories, shovelled up by labour. Now which of you is going to be a splendid fellow and go down to the Rolls for the rest of the wine?
that's all Mike does. somebody makes a thread, and he lumbers in like a belligerent oaf and does his best Scoots Magoots impersonation which is fucking horrible because Scoot is a masterful genius and Mike is a fucking ape. This is what Skatz has turned into. I love that grapes says he's looking for a job when I hand delivered him a great opportunity and he just ignored it like it wasnt there.
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