There are plenty of things I could put in this thread and I did want to leave it open ended since this is SPAM and nothing should really have a definitive goal or purpose. I just wanted to share a funny story.
I went to sleep last night, all cozy and curled up in my bed. THEN at 3 AM I get a phone call from my ex. If it was friday I would have known why he was calling, but he's been sick and it was a wednesday so I was like...oh God, he MUST be in the hospital (or in jail). So I answer.
Him: "Hey, so guess what you did to me?"
Me: *please don't let it be herpes, please don't let it be aids* "What? Are you ok?"
Him: "Oh, oh yeah, just doing FINE. Remember those pain killers you left over here?"
Me: "Yeah, I don't have anymore though."
Him: "Oh that's okay because I just took the last one. It had a lightening bolt on it and now I am tripping balls."
Me: "You took a pill with a lightening bolt on it and thought it was Vicodin?"
Him: "It was in your pain killer bottle!"
Me: "It was extacy..."
Him: "I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IT WAS NOW!"
Me: "You owe me 15 bucks."
Him: "I'm bored, alone and rolling. Want to watch a movie?"
Me: "Goodnight. Have fun. 15 bucks."
if you have read amory wars feel obligated to PM me.Originally Posted by Foxesmonsters exist
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." - Oscar Wildegenre of choice is macabre
if you have to choose between 2 evils
choose the one you've never tried before."Alcoholic friends are as easy to make as sea monkeys." Burroughsdon't be pretentious
it isn't classy
Huh... Well, willing to bet he'll leave the medicine cabinet alone for a while.
By the ever talented Lillian Thorne!
So, lightning bolts mean ecstasy...
Now we all know what happened here. Voldemort is even more of a bastard than everyone thought.
^ Every project. Ever. ^
Someone say Vicodin?
This reminds of this weekend I spent in Paris, boarding in a hostel with two starving artists. One of them spoke fluent French, while the other was a aspiring valley girl with more ambition than ability. The former was a painter, and together we spent many long hours in Monmarche. She would paint the most beautiful oil depictions of the winding, hilly streets. Her attention to detail was extraordinary. Every cobblestone and brick was paid sufficient attention. I would go with her to write, though comparatively speaking my art was a small, infantile thing. We left France on good terms, promising to return together one day in the future. I went on to London, while she spent time in the Loire Valley. I've been there myself, and while the castles and vineyards of the area are extraordinary, I imagine they are only half so extraordinary as the paintings she left France with.
I would not hear from her for years. I was at a hotel in New York City when I received a call on my cell phone. It was her, and she had a statement and a question for me. She told me she loved me, that through the years she still remembered me fondly, and asked me if I could meet her at the airport tomorrow morning. I said four words.
"Money over everything, hoe."
I never saw nor heard from her again.
Spam Talks Philosophy 3rd Edition
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But there are a lot of different colors and emblems on ecstasy (brands). So, as a rule of thumb, if a pill has anything out of the ordinary on it like a freakin' dolphin or a leprechaun ... make sure you have plenty of water and pop that shit XD