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Yeah right Firky, "type".

tr0tsky wrote:Yeah right Firky, "type".

i am an addict to several things, bet you can guess what they are..

3 in toll...

edit* and rats b4 you pipe up, its not animal sex, gay sex, or dubstep sex...

Necrophillia, Paedophilia and Psy-Trance.

not the 1st two but psytrance definately, its what I am playing nowdays...GOA!

Dead Rats wrote:

tr0tsky wrote:Yeah right Firky, "type".

I was trying to be funny

I know, babe. And I laughed. I just felt a sudden, incomprehensible desire to post a picture of Will Smith without any eyes or mouth, though...

I was once blown miles out to sea asleep in a Rubber Dinghy whilst wearing nothing but Speedos. Only to be rescued my the Lord Of the Manors wife. She took me back to the manor house and offered me nothing but stale Pink Wafers and shit Tea.

In the 80s I was a successful child model. Have been in newspapers, magazines, catalogues, on adverts, on toys and board games, was the face of M&S and even walked the catwalk at london fashion week...

Dead Rats wrote:

tr0tsky wrote:Yeah right Firky, "type".

Dead Rats wrote:I know, babe.

DID wrote:now thats just not normal. she shouldve gone ape shit and i shouldve spent the next few hours trying to get her to talk to me, not spend the next few hours skanking our tits off

Right. Now I know she's definitely imaginary.

I once had a complete break from reality. Like full on psychotic break.

Me and a girl I had been seeing went to a rave and ate a bunch of pills. Im there well fucked up and I see a group of people standing around and it looks like they are pointing at me and talkin about me. So Im thinkin, oh fuck its the cops.

We pay them no mind but they kept pointing and looking over. So we leave and the whole way home we feel like we are being followed. We stay up until the sun came up looking out the windows and jumping at every sound.

See so far the story sounds pretty standard and you figure once I sleep it off Id be fine. Wrong.

Im paranoid and sketched out for fucking days. Every car I see behind me is following, every person on a cell phone is reporting in to HQ about me. I mean I even flushed my weed down the toilet. Half of it was my roommate, so he was less than pleased. I was off work for Holiday break and I spent the whole time locked in my apartment peeking through the windows and looking out the peep hole of my front door like a lunatic.

This went on for about a week. All my friends were really starting to get worried about me and my roommate wanted me out (mind you we'd been friends for years).

One day Im sittin my apartment by myself and my cell phone rings. I stare at it in fear since I didnt know the number. I pick it up and say hello.
The voice on the other end says....Is this [says my full name]?
I say yes, and he repsonds: This is officer Mackey from the Sherrif's Depatment. We've been watching you and we know what youve been up to.
I swear to christ all mighty my heart was about to pop and come out my nose. I sit there speechless staring off into nothing imaging men in ski masks coming to kick down my door. The voice on the other end goes, hello, hello, you still there? I respond with uh uh uh and what i think was a whimper. Then the voice starts laughing and says, hey man its Joe(one of my friends). I heard from everyone you lost your fuckin marbles and youve been hiding in your apartment like a fuckin crazy fugitive, snap out of it you jack ass. He laughs and laughs and hangs up.
I sit there dazed as fuck and felt like an idiot. i thought, how dare they make fun of me. Dont they know how serious this is?

Later that night I went to see another friend. The whole way there Im still looking in my rear view mirror thinkin Im being followed. I get to his house tell himt he story he starts laughin and offers me a spliff.

So I smoke it[first time since this crazy episode started), and sure enough it all dawns on me how fuckin ridiculous I had been. I finally snap out of it, but my girl at that time is still stuck in the delusion. It eventually leads tous splittin up and hating each other to this day.

So yeah sorry that was long, but thats the first time Ive talked about that in many years.

i once was snorting and bombing (crushing, wrapping in rizla, and swallowing) some dirty pills. half an hour later i was sick in the sink. i snotted into the sink and a large sicky lump of snot came out. i began staring at it, as one does when in a bathroom off their tits, then the reality of the situation became clear:
i poked around this lump of sicksnot, and it revealed its form: a full undamaged rizla in its entirety had come out of my nose.

i once stayed up for four days, partying on all three nights. i then slept for 36 hours.

i have webbed toes. upon birth, my parents asked the doctors if they should operate or whether it would have no effect upon my life. they said 'the only effect it will have is, he will not be able to play football.'
to this day, i can play football to the skill of the average girl. i have scored one or two goals in my life, during primary school when i had to try and play it to fit in.
i therefore have no interest whatsoever in football as a spectator sport, and have nothing to say when people discuss it, other than this story.

i have 'pork ball prawn ball' tattooed on my foot in thai, simply because of the sheer hilarity of 'you want pork ball on prawn ball?' said in thick chinglish. due to how the thai language works, however, its meanings have been interpreted as things as far as 'baby meat shrimp earth.'

::G-SUS:: wrote:I once had a complete break from reality. Like full on psychotic break.

Me and a girl I had been seeing went to a rave and ate a bunch of pills. Im there well fucked up and I see a group of people standing around and it looks like they are pointing at me and talkin about me. So Im thinkin, oh fuck its the cops.

We pay them no mind but they kept pointing and looking over. So we leave and the whole way home we feel like we are being followed. We stay up until the sun came up looking out the windows and jumping at every sound.

See so far the story sounds pretty standard and you figure once I sleep it off Id be fine. Wrong.

Im paranoid and sketched out for fucking days. Every car I see behind me is following, every person on a cell phone is reporting in to HQ about me. I mean I even flushed my weed down the toilet. Half of it was my roommate, so he was less than pleased. I was off work for Holiday break and I spent the whole time locked in my apartment peeking through the windows and looking out the peep hole of my front door like a lunatic.

This went on for about a week. All my friends were really starting to get worried about me and my roommate wanted me out (mind you we'd been friends for years).

One day Im sittin my apartment by myself and my cell phone rings. I stare at it in fear since I didnt know the number. I pick it up and say hello.
The voice on the other end says....Is this [says my full name]?
I say yes, and he repsonds: This is officer Mackey from the Sherrif's Depatment. We've been watching you and we know what youve been up to.
I swear to christ all mighty my heart was about to pop and come out my nose. I sit there speechless staring off into nothing imaging men in ski masks coming to kick down my door. The voice on the other end goes, hello, hello, you still there? I respond with uh uh uh and what i think was a whimper. Then the voice starts laughing and says, hey man its Joe(one of my friends). I heard from everyone you lost your fuckin marbles and youve been hiding in your apartment like a fuckin crazy fugitive, snap out of it you jack ass. He laughs and laughs and hangs up.
I sit there dazed as fuck and felt like an idiot. i thought, how dare they make fun of me. Dont they know how serious this is?

Later that night I went to see another friend. The whole way there Im still looking in my rear view mirror thinkin Im being followed. I get to his house tell himt he story he starts laughin and offers me a spliff.

So I smoke it[first time since this crazy episode started), and sure enough it all dawns on me how fuckin ridiculous I had been. I finally snap out of it, but my girl at that time is still stuck in the delusion. It eventually leads tous splittin up and hating each other to this day.

So yeah sorry that was long, but thats the first time Ive talked about that in many years.

omg lOL


random fact... the handsome bloke whom I quoted here, used to hate my guts. Didn't talk to me til recently and used to make my knees tremble with fear. I am seldom scared by anyone. the fact hes a foot taller didnt have much to do with it, but still...mothafucka haaated me

Yeah but I <3 you now.

::G-SUS:: wrote:I once had a complete break from reality. Like full on psychotic break.

Me and a girl I had been seeing went to a rave and ate a bunch of pills. Im there well fucked up and I see a group of people standing around and it looks like they are pointing at me and talkin about me. So Im thinkin, oh fuck its the cops.

We pay them no mind but they kept pointing and looking over. So we leave and the whole way home we feel like we are being followed. We stay up until the sun came up looking out the windows and jumping at every sound.

See so far the story sounds pretty standard and you figure once I sleep it off Id be fine. Wrong.

Im paranoid and sketched out for fucking days. Every car I see behind me is following, every person on a cell phone is reporting in to HQ about me. I mean I even flushed my weed down the toilet. Half of it was my roommate, so he was less than pleased. I was off work for Holiday break and I spent the whole time locked in my apartment peeking through the windows and looking out the peep hole of my front door like a lunatic.

This went on for about a week. All my friends were really starting to get worried about me and my roommate wanted me out (mind you we'd been friends for years).

One day Im sittin my apartment by myself and my cell phone rings. I stare at it in fear since I didnt know the number. I pick it up and say hello.
The voice on the other end says....Is this [says my full name]?
I say yes, and he repsonds: This is officer Mackey from the Sherrif's Depatment. We've been watching you and we know what youve been up to.
I swear to christ all mighty my heart was about to pop and come out my nose. I sit there speechless staring off into nothing imaging men in ski masks coming to kick down my door. The voice on the other end goes, hello, hello, you still there? I respond with uh uh uh and what i think was a whimper. Then the voice starts laughing and says, hey man its Joe(one of my friends). I heard from everyone you lost your fuckin marbles and youve been hiding in your apartment like a fuckin crazy fugitive, snap out of it you jack ass. He laughs and laughs and hangs up.
I sit there dazed as fuck and felt like an idiot. i thought, how dare they make fun of me. Dont they know how serious this is?

Later that night I went to see another friend. The whole way there Im still looking in my rear view mirror thinkin Im being followed. I get to his house tell himt he story he starts laughin and offers me a spliff.

So I smoke it[first time since this crazy episode started), and sure enough it all dawns on me how fuckin ridiculous I had been. I finally snap out of it, but my girl at that time is still stuck in the delusion. It eventually leads tous splittin up and hating each other to this day.

So yeah sorry that was long, but thats the first time Ive talked about that in many years.

Kinda grim story but good that you can laugh at it.

i once appeared on the welsh tv channel 's4c', pretending to listen to a history lesson (in welsh), aged 7

i also spent most of the time pretending to pick my nose- i was the king of the playground that week i tell ya