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Gravey, I'm never sure, on a scale of 1-10, just how serious you are when you post. – Minarchist
I blacked out once at a work holiday party. Never again.
"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.”
As Gandhi said, "an eye for an eye leaves the whole world without Nazis."
I blacked out once in the 90s, but it was from an LSD trip that went massively bad. Seriously, I came to in an emergency room with no idea how I got there. The last think I remember was trying to turn on some music, when the world just started glitching out like I was in bad sector of the Matrix.
I say "came to," but I don't think I was ever unconscious or asleep. No one seemed to realize that I had no memory of anything that had happened in the ER. The only "memory" I have was from in the ER, however, but it was more of a dream than a memory. It was like a repeating glitchy video clip of a pot of vegetable soup falling off the stove over and over and over. That explained why all my clothes were in paper bag on the floor next to my bed, as I had been vomiting, and this is how my brain processed what I was going through.
Took awhile to get someone's attention, as it seemed like most everyone working in the ER hated me, understandably. I asked a nurse if I could call my girlfriend, but he said I had to pee in a cup before I could make a call, and I refused. This went on for some time before they finally went ahead and let me call. Seriously, I heard this guy say the phrase "pee in a cup" about 130 times before I got to make my call.
My friends brought my gf to get me, as she was on the same trip as me, but had no reaction like I did. The doctor told her to keep me out of the acid and let me go with her. She said that before I disappeared I had started really acting weird and paranoid, so she suggested I go out side and sit in the sun for a bit to clear my head. She heard the door as I went out, but when she checked on me, I was gone.
My girlfriend and friends had been out looking for me, and was just about to call the hospital, as they were getting pretty freaked out, when I finally got through to them.
Weeks later, another friend told me that a friend of his had seen me getting loaded into an ambulance. Apparently, about 10 blocks away, I was standing catatonically in someone's front yard. It was unclear if I was unable to give my name or I was refusing. But I don't know anything else about how I got there, or anything about being taken in.
I think It was a pretty good sign I had done my fill of psychedelics for my lifetime.
Whatever we may think about this moment, our practice is just to return to it. This moment is where all beings exist.
"You Have to Say Something" Dainin Katagiri p. 9
Swtich Friend code
Had a few days off so I sat myself down on the balcony with an iced bottle of Jaeger. Reading a book, listening to music... Timewarp. I wake up on the couch. My headphones are neatly coiled and stacked on top of my audioplayer, on top of my book, in the middle of the coffee table. The lawn-chair is folded up and leaning against the side table.
The bathroom door is propped against the wall in the middle of the hallway, the hinges having been pulled out of the door-frame.
No memory, not even a hint, of how those things came to be.
Politely rude. Briskly vague. Firmly uninformative.
Being drunk is just borrowing happiness from tomorrow and using it today.
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If we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes should fall like a house of cards. Checkmate. --Captain Zapp Brannigan
Congrats "on" your baby.
Elite: Spaceman Spiff
Congrats "on" your baby.
Congrats "on" your baby.
Cong"rats on your b"aby.
No one reads these.
And corduroy pillowcases are making headlines.
You've got me feeling like a Psycho.
That's pretty amusing, but as someone who works in the regulatory industry for Cannabis here in Canada, it is true that THC content is higher now than in the past.
Well, it's about 12,600 times harder to hide the pot from your parents now. The stuff will stink up an entire room now, just sitting in a bag.
We’ve solved that problem here on the west coast because everything smells like pot all the time now, everywhere.
”It’s all over for humanity- there will only be lone survivors.“
Today I ran a check engine light diagnostic on a customer's car, and it totally smelled like weed. I am not making this up. His light's code was for a catalytic converter, and the code was 420. The guy thought I was screwing with him.
I totally read that as clown goths only.
Q-Stone2E3: SallyN is the kindest, bravest, warmest, most wonderful human being I've ever known in my life.
The quickest way to SallyNasty's heart is through a collectibles guide.
Carl Sagan: "Clutching our crystals and nervously consulting our horoscopes, our critical faculties in decline, unable to distinguish between what feels good and what’s true, we slide, almost without noticing, back into superstition and darkness."
Lucky I didn't tell them about the dirty knife.
x-box live: yregprincess
Most Check Engine lights are related to the emissions control system, so this is basically describing walking around while farting a lot.
You've never known true joy until you've shaken a lich stick at someone.
So the answer is an emphatic, "yes?"
Ironically, I've recently started keeping Bean-o in my desk at work so that despite my routine of lentil soup for breakfast and chilli for lunch, I'm not committing war crimes against my cube-mates.
But you've at least felt that way in the past, else you wouldn't be taking Bean-o now.
The Konami Code taught me everything I need to know about sex.
Me: That seems really strange. Why?
Gov't: Because companies gave us a little money to ensure you have to give them a lot more money every year to not go to prison.
Me: Well at least companies like that also have to pay these taxes, right?
Gov't: *snickering in background*