Showing posts with label drugs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drugs. Show all posts
18 February 2010
drugs are good 'm'kay! OR - let your children play with crayons
I don't mean any offense to Hunter S Thompson, but I had to pile this gem on there.
The voiceover is from an actual interview, fuggin brilliant animation.
25 June 2009
20 May 2009
This is a true story about finding drugs in the stove

Examine the above picture. Note the stove, the gnocchi and the small bag containing a crystalline white substance.
Earlier tonight, I was at Dreya's apartment, whipping up some gnocchi for dinner. Obviously, I dropped one of the gnocchi and it rolled through the burner down underneath the stove top where I couldn't reach it.
Lose One Turn!
Grumble grumble...turned off the stove and moved the frying pan and took the top off the stove and poked around amid food bits for the errant piece of gnocchi.
That's when I noticed what appeared to be a tiny zip-lock bag hiding amidst the crumbs and burnt food scraps.
Look at the picture again.
Uhhhhhhh.....yeah. This is either really good meth or really shitty coke. The bag was all covered with gunk so I figure it's been in there for years. From the way the powder was all clumped up, I think somebody stashed their blow in the stove and forgot about it (or got arrested) and it just kept getting cooked and cooled over and over again...maybe we've discovered some new coke/crack hybrid without all the additives? Could be a bonanza for the right team of chemists and salespeople...
PS Dreya swears it's not hers.
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drugs,
I swear it's not mine,
kitchen appliances,
Master P
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