i woke up not knowing if i had really been sleeping. because my left eye hasn't been shut for a week. so my dreams are just becoming what i see... just my ceiling fan spinning around and around. so, i guess it was a day like any other, get up,walk around to see if anyone wants to buy anything. but suddenly this guy showed up and he is just looking at me... with his beady little eyes "what the fuck do u want" i seid. "whats wrong with your eye?" "which eye...the one that doesn't open or the one that doesn't close? "im gunnu say the one that doesn't close..." "I DONT KNOW..I PUT MY DAILY ACID IN IT?!?" "AND IT STILL HURTS?" IT DOESN'T HURT...LISTEN...IT DOESN'T CLOSE!!!! "try squeezing it as hard as you can" "...alright why not?!?"(squeezes as hard as he can)"AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" "theres your problem" "what is that???? "it looks like an alien." "in my eye?" "i know who you are dr. drugs...." "WHAT?!?" "ive been WATCHING YOU!! COME SON!" (FLYS AWAY WITH THE ALIEN...)
jon: dude lets go to the parK and get blazed! ted: but we could just stay here.... jon: but we need to talk to dr.drugs ted: ok cool,..is he still on that bench??? jon: yeah... ted: why?!? jon: cuz scrunchy (the other homeless-man) is trying to steel it (walking) ted: DUDE!!! jon: what?? ted: found $20 jon: hell yes, thats another half jon: finally.....were here,...dr.d whats up, u holdin?? dr.: always...lets take a walk and smoke this... ted: fine with us... jon: alright!!! dr.: be careful with this stuff... jon: thats what you always say ted: (takes first hit) ?? is this even weed?? dr: no... its poison ivy... ted: WHAT O GOD DR: yeah,...your prolly gunna die.... jon: iv got $60.... and $20 more, if you check his pocket!!! dr: alright lets get elevated....er...here this is actual weed now jon: alright lets smoke now.... dr: lets start walkin ok ....so hows life ted: IM STILL ALIVE!! O GOD IT HURTS...DID YOU ROB ME?!? JON: (takes hit) wow i can already feel it dr: oops...i gave you the wrong bag jon: WHAT?!? BUT I FEEL HIGH DR: yeah thats the piss doin that... JON: PISS??? dr: yeah i pissed in that bag of poison ivy jon: what the fuck man?!? im going to die (back at the park) EMS: sir...what seems to be the problem? ted: (gasping for air) EMS: SIR, i cant help you until you tell me whats wrong... ted: (passes out) EMS: FINE!!! DONT TELL ME.....(WALKS AWAY)
I have absolutely no idea what your talking about. Although if you actually were on acid i am suprised you figured out how to work the keyboard and mouse. (typed)Coherent sentences on acid are almost non existent.
I know that. But i wasn't giving dosage advice, encouraging use, or talking about selling it. Whatever, still whats going on in this thread. Mind breaking it down for me?