Sister-site? C'mon man, you teasin' us? Give us the scoop.
Give me the list of this month’s lawfully proscribed chemical compounds and an address where I can secure an 🎱 without my dick shriveling up -or- some bulky, bully thug acting like he gets to enforce his white-coated übernerd overlord’s enforcement directives onto me.
You cannot re-bottle this genie;
I now know the truth, and isn't it nice of me, not to be hollering my head off about it? My content doesn't have to be as bad as it is.
I could be shot by Pinkertons before dawn on any day of the week, with just five minutes of certain...
select statements behing made,
n’est-ce pas? Fortunately for you — you, and your
ilk — I seek neither martyrdom, nor revolution.
(Vengeance for Alexander Shulgin.)
Read my lips:
I fucking like to fucking get fucking high, and obviously I'm not a goddam drug addict. Stop dumping poison on me. Stop sending me shitty dope. STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE IN GODDAM CHARGE.
G-d rules your world. Not dope, not stims, and not your stupid projectile weapons. By the way, I meant it, I stopped using alcohol. *snap* Just like that. So:
STEP OFF, SMOKEY. Oh yeah, that reminds me, I'm going to buy some cigarettes now... Mom says, “they do match the truck.” I love my Mom, btw... and you’re all goddam lucky that she loves you too, Bellgab.
Because she's basically the only friend you twerps have left. #peace
