That's a little under $350 per week. In product that equaled an 8 ball or more for the weekend and a gram here and there during the week. The shit is expensive. I had help doing it, I shared, and drug my wife into that lifestyle. She'd never done it before. Funnily enough, we didn't have trouble kicking that habit. Usually the only time we did consecutive nights was Friday and Saturday. Typically, I finally went to sleep midday on Sunday and made it to work on Monday. When we got out of it, she left for navy boot camp, I went truck driving. We just got away from the people and the triggers that kept us doing it. Best thing we ever did, except for the wife getting hurt so badly in the navy. I did get hooked on pain pills after breaking my foot six years ago. I did go through withdrawals for that.
How much is a line like they show in the movies? Probably a dumb question but I'm completely ignorant of that stuff.
big, long "movie" lines, there's probably 4 to 5 per gram. I liked to do small lines or straw bumps several times per hour rather than a long line every couple of hours. A gram can last some people a weekend, others can knock one out in half a night.
Park closes for winter on November 1st, and most sites near me have fucked off as of this morning. It’s nice and peaceful. Can finally let Zoe run around off leash as there aren’t any other dogs or people out walking around.
My wife just surprised me with an early Xmas gift — because she wanted to make sure it was okay with me: floor seats to see Bill Burr’s newest stadium tour. Row 12 bitches. Didn’t even think he was coming here.
I fucking love shoulder season. We went on an 18 mile hike and saw 4 people, went on a 12 mile hike and saw 3 people. Trailheads are practically ghost towns. No assholes who assure us their dog is friendly as it is charging with teeth bared at our responsibly on-leash pup. No dickheads playing shitty music from their Bluetooth speakers echoing for half a mile up the trail. I'll take the sketchy weather. Having the trails empty is amazing.
The bluetooth speakers are the worst, followed closely by crazy dogs. Nothing like getting away to enjoy the great outdoors when it gets shattered by some tinny bullshit soundcloud rapper's sick beatz.
I seriously considered building a small broad spectrum signal jammer just to fuck with the Bluetooth speakers on the trail. It's all I can do to not snatch the speaker off their packs and bounce it off the nearest tree.
They're closing the largest campground on our lake from November 1 through June of next year to put in new sewer systems and othe upgrades. It usually stays open all year. It's, like, 250 sites. The loss of those sites are going to strain the other smaller campgrounds and totally fuck up the balance of tourists here. Might make the lake less crowded beginning of next season.
At this point, I am anticipating a headline that reads "Kanye West takes a hateful, bigoted shit, thanks to 'Jew-potle', Eric Cartman reported." I kind of feel for the guy ruining his entire life so clearly in the throes of mental illness....except I don't actually give a fuck, unless they take 808s and Heartbreak off Spotify. Am I correct in the assertion that tits=generic breasts of any dimension or shape, but boobs must have heft? Ie, you can have tiny tits, but tiny boobs would be impossible? I can assert that using the term 'chesticles' to describe a trans person's top gear is...well, it gets mixed results at best.