...decided to treat myself and bought a 20 stone of crack last night... ...and as usual wondered why I'd wasted my motherfuckin money. Lol. Still, crack and gear smoked together is a nice if dangerous combo. Almost never smoke rock, but the crack and smack scenes go hand in hand here in the UK. One is never far behind the other. Don't do crack kids. Crack is whack.
I used to love me some hard everyonce and a while but out her in OKC they got some bunk ass shit, miss Newark
I think crack is one of two drugs that taste nice - the other being weed. Despite my experience with opiates, I still can't say I like the taste of H.
Yeah man I agree crack tastes wicked good. Though I love the taste of Opiates/Dope/Cocaine/Weed. In that order.
Are you aware of the tale explaining the manner in which my way of life was rotated along a Y axis until it reached a position roughly 180 degrees from that which it started. If I could have 60 seconds of your time, simply place your posterior in the selected location, and I will relate to you the details of how I was made the male monarch of the district of the City of Los Angeles, California located at coordinates 34.08333 -118.44778. In the western region of the "City of Brotherly Love" known as Philadelphia, my mother expelled me from her womb and indeed that is also where I spent my childhood, in my mother's care. The majority of my time was spent in a recreational area containing such diversions as a jungle gym, swing set, sand box, etc. I was typically at the height of leisure while frequently at a temperature slightly below what might be considered standard room temperature. Outside of my educational institution I was engaging in a game of basketball with some of my friends, when a couple of gentlemen who seemed to be of the disposition to cause a great deal of mischief began causing a great deal of chaos and disharmony in the area in which I lived. I was involved in one rather small bout of fisticuffs after which my mother became concerned for my general safety and well-being, and she informed me that I would be moving in with her sister and her sister's husband in the previously mentioned community located at the previously mentioned location. I implored my mother to relent approximately 24-48 hours ago, yet she gathered my belongings in a somewhat flat, rectangular shaped piece of luggage and expelled me from her presence. She placed her lips upon my cheek in an affectionate manner and handed me a pre-purchased pass for public transportation. I placed the headphones for my personal music system into my ears and verbalized the idea that I may as well impact this situation with my foot. Traveling in the highest available level of comfort, this is indeed an unfortunate situation (although I make this statement with some irony). Consuming the juices obtained by the squeezing of the fruit of a Citrus sinensis from a piece of glass stemware commonly reserved for the sipping of sparkling wine originating from the Champagne region of France, I pause to wonder if this is indeed how the residents of the admittedly upper-class neighborhood located at the previously mentioned location commonly live. Indeed, I find this situation may be rather to my enjoyment. I puckered my lips and exhaled forcefully to produce a shrill note in order to gain the attention of a taxicab driver, and as the driver approached I observed his California vanity plate which, in place of the traditional jumble of alpha-numeric characters, used only the letters F, R, E, S, and H, spelling out the word "fresh". Additionally, from his rear view mirror dangled a pair of oversized, fur-covered cubes decorated to look like the six-sided dice commonly used in gambling and board games. In such a situation I could have made a statement about the unusualness of this particular taxicab to the point of it being nearly unique. Instead I cogitatively decided against it and instead informed the driver that he should deliver me to what was to become my new home in the community located at the previously mentioned location. We pulled up to a large domicile sometime between the hours of 7 and 8 o'clock, and in a loud tone of voice I informed the cab driver that at some undetermined point in the future I would again detect his odour through my sense of olfaction. I gazed about the region of land that I was destined to rule, reflecting on my arrival: Here I would claim my rightful place upon the throne, from which I would govern the previously mentioned community of Bel-Air as monarch.
Never tried it. Never want to. I'm not judging, it's just that I might like it and I can't like things a little.
Well, you love it a lot when the smoke hits your lungs, and hate it forever afterwards. You're right, there's no stage of liking it a little, for anyone. I couldn't possibly get addicted to it or make it a frequent thing cause its just too horrible, lol, but once in a while if you got cash to burn it can be a blast. No pun intended. But still, its the one substance I would say, if you havent tried it, just dont bother. Theres no point. Sorry, cocaine + dope + a nice cup of tea = mad rambling...
Yeah at heart im a coke head but I'm able to just do it like once a month. Anymore than that is gonna make you lose control
hmmm i never enjoyed coke so i doubt that i would really like crack. however, i loooovvvveee heroin. im glad you realize how much of a waste crack is. it makes me sad to see wonderful people ruined by coke and crack. be safe, be smart.
