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[Buglamp]

So far music has been mine, but I haven't tried any drugs beyond alcohol and antidepressants.

Pain is a close second (body counters it w/endorphins or something, I read somewhere), but I promised me mudder I wouldn't do that no more.

[Reliuna]

i'd say 4-MEC

[Zaephyr]

Hm, maybe the first time I did shisha, im not sure what was in the stuff I had but it was strong as fuck and i nearly passed out

or maybe MDMA when combined with good house music

[treeqt]

sports related stuff

[Rilor]

This one time, a girl said "hey" to me and I got really light headed and almost passed out.

[tmy]

Either being super baked and listening to Dayvan Cowboy - Boards of Canada or that time I jumped off a 120 feet (np americans) cliff

[Zaephyr]

Witsel, on 08 January 2013 - 06:53 PM, said:

rofl ^



I don't think you can get high with Shisha, unless they put alcohol instead of water, weird xd

you can't get high in the traditional sense but it can give you a really big rush to the head

[Slashgiggle]

I'm high as shit on life

[420blazeitlikeBalotelli]

60 grams of shrooms.

[_Abulafia_]

u shure its not kfc?

[Buglamp]

Rilor, on 08 January 2013 - 06:12 PM, said:

This one time, a girl said "hey" to me and I got really light headed and almost passed out.

I swear you've posted this story before, I'm getting some deja vu.

Spoiler

...and no not deja vu because I've had the same experience. I'm pretty smooth with the ladies for a virgin. Maybe smooth isn't quite the word, but non-fainty. A mix of frustration and angst, some loneliness, confused resentment over them being unobtainable even though I am the one preventing myself from even trying, arousal but controlled enough to maintain flaccidity. I think it all mixes well for a sort of stoic, quiet but intense look.

[Gregoryqt]

Like everyday

[Duckers]

LOVE

Also DMT + LSD.

[Rilor]

Buglamp, on 08 January 2013 - 10:39 PM, said:

I swear you've posted this story before, I'm getting some deja vu.

Spoiler

...and no not deja vu because I've had the same experience. I'm pretty smooth with the ladies for a virgin. Maybe smooth isn't quite the word, but non-fainty. A mix of frustration and angst, some loneliness, confused resentment over them being unobtainable even though I am the one preventing myself from even trying, arousal but controlled enough to maintain flaccidity. I think it all mixes well for a sort of stoic, quiet but intense look.

Are you sure you aren't confusing me with one of the other forever alone's that frequent these forums?

[stalebagel]

On a cold Friday afternoon, I had come home from school. I had been thinking of the gym all day. I was hungry, didn't have any lunch. In fact, I didn't eat because I spent the money. For the past month I was saving up for something. Something special which I bought at GNC. I was surprised they didn't ask for ID; I was pretty sure the cashier noticed how nervous I was. Anyways, my mom asked my how my day was when I got home, but I ignored her. I have more important things to do. I run to the bathroom and unpack my bag. In my school bag is a white plastic bag from GNC. I open the bag, first removing the receipt and flushing it down the toilet to get rid of the evidence. My heart was racing now. I unpack the creatine monster from the bag.

I wonder what people will be asking me when they see that I will be 50lbs heavier. Should I say I was just eating a lot? I remove the label from the tub and tear it into a thousand small pieces. I flush that down the toilet, too. It is time now. I run up to my room when my mom ask me what I am holding. I panic, sweat drips down my forehead and my teeth chatter. "Mom, it's just for a school project". "What project?" "I don't know mom I just started it!". A tear runs down my cheek. I run upstairs and open the creatine, scooping upservings into a clear water bottle. What have I gotten myself into? I fill it with water and drink it. There is no turning back now. The creatine monster is inside me now, it will control me. What should I do if I die? I cant let my family know about this.

I open the creatine tub and throw it all out the window; a white cloud of mysterious dust sparkles into the wind so graciously. I feel the substance taking control of me; I am now the monster. I walk downstairs, its time to work out; time to get big. Now I worry, I don't want to get too big; people will think I use steroids. I do use steroids. No I don't. Creatine. All I see is the weights now, I am almost downstairs when I hear "Do you want a cookie I just baked". I know I do not have time for this **** now. "No mom I do not want a cookie" I walk in the basement and drop to my knees before the weights, tears running down my cheeks. I turn to the right and look at myself in the mirror. Oh god, what have I done?

[Buglamp]

Rilor, on 08 January 2013 - 11:51 PM, said:

Are you sure you aren't confusing me with one of the other forever alone's that frequent these forums?

Entirely possible.

[Rilor]

Spoiler

stalebagel, on 09 January 2013 - 12:06 AM, said:

On a cold Friday afternoon, I had come home from school. I had been thinking of the gym all day. I was hungry, didn't have any lunch. In fact, I didn't eat because I spent the money. For the past month I was saving up for something. Something special which I bought at GNC. I was surprised they didn't ask for ID; I was pretty sure the cashier noticed how nervous I was. Anyways, my mom asked my how my day was when I got home, but I ignored her. I have more important things to do. I run to the bathroom and unpack my bag. In my school bag is a white plastic bag from GNC. I open the bag, first removing the receipt and flushing it down the toilet to get rid of the evidence. My heart was racing now. I unpack the creatine monster from the bag.

I wonder what people will be asking me when they see that I will be 50lbs heavier. Should I say I was just eating a lot? I remove the label from the tub and tear it into a thousand small pieces. I flush that down the toilet, too. It is time now. I run up to my room when my mom ask me what I am holding. I panic, sweat drips down my forehead and my teeth chatter. "Mom, it's just for a school project". "What project?" "I don't know mom I just started it!". A tear runs down my cheek. I run upstairs and open the creatine, scooping upservings into a clear water bottle. What have I gotten myself into? I fill it with water and drink it. There is no turning back now. The creatine monster is inside me now, it will control me. What should I do if I die? I cant let my family know about this.

I open the creatine tub and throw it all out the window; a white cloud of mysterious dust sparkles into the wind so graciously. I feel the substance taking control of me; I am now the monster. I walk downstairs, its time to work out; time to get big. Now I worry, I don't want to get too big; people will think I use steroids. I do use steroids. No I don't. Creatine. All I see is the weights now, I am almost downstairs when I hear "Do you want a cookie I just baked". I know I do not have time for this **** now. "No mom I do not want a cookie" I walk in the basement and drop to my knees before the weights, tears running down my cheeks. I turn to the right and look at myself in the mirror. Oh god, what have I done?

The creatine monster claims another victim...

[downedlolidiot]

played puck on <100 ping

[Breadstic]

probably the best feeling was the first time I did lsd/combined with mdma, although I can say there have been a few times when painting I feel amazing and its probably a better high than that so idk