There have been some awesome reads here over time and I thought I'd share them. This is to kind of organize them into one thread, I find it hard to keep track of all of them. 1.) A Grower's Tale http://forum.grasscity.com/blogs/oldskoolgrower/ oldskoolgrower's blog, awesome read and I commend him for this one. 2.) The Fear of Darkness http://www.zenadsl6236.zen.co.uk/Thefearofdarkness.pdf This was a thread on here awhile ago but it was a knock-off blog of the story, this is the real one. 3.) Tales of a Street Sweeper http://zentatsu.com/zloc/Street Sweeper Tales.pdf This is an active thread in RLS, an awesome read about the epic adventures of a late night street sweeper. 4.) 2 Years in Prison - A Man's Story http://www.teamliquid.net/forum/viewmessage.php?topic_id=136858 An interesting story on what really goes on in prison. 5.) The Russian Sleep Experiment http://www.tengaged.com/blog/Beautiful/189125/russian-sleep-experiment-o A Russian experiment gone horribly wrong, havoc insues. Feel free to post more and I'll be happy to add them to the list.
http://rip747.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/russian_sleep_experiment1.png?w=425&h=2399 This is the Russian sleep experiment story.
Thanks! Forgot about that one! And no they don't have to be real, just interesting, preferably long, time consuming stories.
Bump. If you haven't read these I highly recommend them. And please if you know anymore, post them. I can't get enough Also, try to keep other drugs out now, we got caught
I read the 2 years in prison one earlier this morning. About an hour later I went to sleep and had a dream about being in prison lol.
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i dont wanna sound like a penis (yes, penis) but most ppl seem to enjoy my thread..been working on it for a while. its in my sig if u wanna check it out.
Was pretty weird, it was actually nothing like a prison until I started singing with Usher. Then shit got real.
Don't Shave That Hair!!! I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble shitting. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold. I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea. I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over. Little did I know. I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry. Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic shit- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky shit/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm. Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering shit/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own shit blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks." Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil. As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony. Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!
It all started at the beginning of this year; I began to notice that my ass was a forest, a meadow of sort, and I never thought anything of it, because I was the only one to ever lay eyes on it. Until last night; several weeks ago, I met this girl, well technically I had already met her – but this time I met her on a much larger scale; I was over at her house, we were alone watching some movie, we began to snuggle and explore each other, and whatnot. Then the week after she came over to my house and we made out for a couple of hours and fooled around. Then, last night I was over at her place again, it was about 12:30 at night, and we began to take things even farther. I had removed my shirt and she had done the same; she then proceeded to explore the confines of my pants with her hands. It was at that moment, that I remembered that I possessed a bear-like ass. Intent on the situation, I tried to ignore it an move on, but something in the back of my mind kept screaming, “Don’t Touch My Ass!” She didn’t say anything but I knew that the time would come where she would see it in full view, and would be appalled. This morning, horrified of what she might think if we ever decided to hook up again, I made the gutsy decision to embark on a journey of anal shaving. I thought it would be similar to shaving my face; a few quick swipes and we’d be done, no big deal. I was horribly, horribly wrong. I entered the bathroom and equipped my Gillette Fusion with a fresh set of blades, covered my ass in shaving cream and began to hack away. After I was ‘finished’ I decided to admire my work, and to my surprise I still saw an antagonizing amount of hair remaining on my ass; no longer did it look like a forest or an enchanted meadow, but rather like the balding head of a 55 year old man. I decided that I would just do the same thing again until the task was complete, but no more than 2 strokes into the second coat did my razor break. I’m not sure how to explain what happened, but the blades had detached themselves from the base (Pic Below). And now I was left with my old, dull set of blades, and an electric razor that didn’t seem to do shit. I attached the old blade, and got back to work; for 2 hours I switched between the electric razor and the straight razor, the shower and the sink. This quick 2 second task, had now flourished into a 2 and a half hour quest, an epic of sort. After I was satisfied with my ass, I decided to move to my lower back, my legs, gooch and pubes; everything had to be evened out so I didn’t look like a confused baboon. Finally, I was satisfied – the task had been completed; my monumental ass was no longer defaced with thousands of tresses. I cleaned up and threw on some clothes and began to go about the day, when I noticed that my ‘smooth,’ baby-like ass was now covered in thousands of tiny pikes, razor sharp hooks laced with itching powder. And now, every time I walk or try to sit, my gooch and ass sting and itch like no tomorrow. So GC, don’t make the same mistake I did; never shave your ass, not even for a woman or you will regret it, every day of you life.
Does anyone have the link to that story that was basically a sort of average guy's rise and fall as a smack dealer? It was a kinda long read but really good. and yeah, I know "discussion" of other drugs has been banned..but I'm thinking we're not really debating/discussing this stuff if it's in solidified stories of the past, and depending on where stories are actually linked, though mods please correct me/ delete my post if that is a problem.
Yeah it was in the original post but it was taken out because it's not allowed. It is a pretty cool story.