stoned. ripped. twisted.

good people.

I hate to say this, but this place is getting to me. I think I'm getting the fear.

get out. the weasels were closing in. i could smell the ugly brutes. flee!

We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole multi colored collection of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.

We can't stop here! This is bat county!

Thought she should be here for this:

Call me crazy.

mmmhmmmm
her toooo

kthxbye

weasels ripped my flesh!!!

rzzzzzzzzz!

Floggings for everyone of you!

Dogs fucked the Pope? No fault of mine . . . Get sheep over side . . . Women and children to the armored car! Orders from Captain Zeep!

There is nothing more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge!

Ah, devil ether. It makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel. Total loss of all basic motor function. Blurred vision, no balance, numb tongue. The mind recoils in horror, unable to communicate with the spinal column. Which is interesting because you can actually watch yourself behaving in this terrible way, but you can't control it.

KILL THE BODY AND THE HEAD WILL DIE!

Who is that?

KNOW YOUR DOPE FIEND. YOUR LIFE MAY DEPEND ON IT! You will not be able to see his eyes because of his Tea-Shades, but his knuckles will be white from inner tension and his pants will be crusted with semen from constantly jerking off when he can't find a rape victim. He will stagger and babble when questioned. He will not respect your badge. The Dope Fiend fears nothing. He will attack, for no reason, with every weapon at his command-including yours. BEWARE. Any officer apprehending a suspected marijuana addict should use all necessary force immediately. One stitch in time (on him) will usually save nine on you. Good Luck, The Chief.

Funniest Pitcher EVar.

kittens pwn all

Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Some speeders stop and immediately pull over to the side - this is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop heart. Make the bastard chase you - he will follow. But he won't know what to make of your blinker signal that says you're about to turn right. It will take him a few moments to realise that he's making a 180-degree turn at speed, but you will be ready. Fast heel-toe, and brace for the Gs.

I always test a transmission that way. The rear end . For stress factors.

HHHHUUUMMMM....sounds like a great trip to me Can I join in the festivities

I was wondering if anyone would get that...hee hee

Get me some fucking golf shoes!!

Otherwise we'll never get out of here alive! You'll notice these reptiles have no trouble walking around this stuff - that's because they have claws on their feet!