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Originally Posted by punkworld
Coke, speed, battery acid and underage hookers. Top that, fuckers :321GFY
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First off, I would take a shit, and then a hot shower. I would take 15 gravol and wait an hour. I would become slightly delerious from the dimenhydrinate in gravol and would require something to bring me back into the real world. I would drink 1 shot a minute for 5 minutes of cheap Alberta Vodka, good trustworthy Alberta Vodka will keep my astral body from getting up and walking away. I would start to feel a little buzz, a warm tingle. I think it's the time for 2 joints. Maybe in the morning, maybe at night, 2 joints, might make me feel alright. Now that I'm fairly numb and buzzing, I would ingest 1/4 oz of mushrooms. I would do 1 more shot every 10 minutes for 30 minutes, or until mushroom visuals appeared. Once into a fairly nice trippy, stoned, drunken delerious state, I would give it a small rail of ketamine, followed by another joint oiled with 10x saliva extract. Following that, I would attempt to ingest a half bottle of Robotussin Maximum strength cough for a DXM rush, if I were to believe my iron guts couldn't handle it, I would use a generic cough-only gelcap and down about 30. Once into this disassociated, delerious, trippy, rushing, stoned, drunken, slightly messed up state, I would introduce the serious shit.
First off, drop a quad of acid, wash down with grain alcohol, 190 proof. Not too much as we don't want to throw up our belly of goodness. Hit up a small line of San Jose Biker Crank, mmm, crank. To make sure we would be awake and able to function if the police showed up because you were smashing your windows out by headbutting them with your own scrotum that has been self-amputated and nailed to your forehead, or any other small hassle, do 2 lines of pure Costa Rican fiesta granular. Especial. Cocaine! Hell, do the entire Costa Rican 8ball. ( ounce )
As you come down, float into the arms of mother E. Ah yes, the sweet embrace! Oh wait, do a couple lines of e followed by 4 caps. Now we're talking. Put on some trance if you can still see, hear, breath, think, walk, formulate the cosmos, inspect the only astral golden cashew you have seen that has eyes, ears, traffic stats, bling-bling, a pocket full of rubbers and some trident gun. Something like that. When you're finally about to come down, drop 3 caps of GHB. Ahhh, sweet G. That not enough? No way. Do a couple of points, oh you do know what a point is! Good old smack, for that deep, deep sleep.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzz....
