Quote:Cocaine! Acid! You and your friends are crazy. It's a big mistake to play with things like that, especially when you're on drugs. Have you ever been to rehab? Talked to a doctor or something?

Quote:or how about cocaine? once me and a bunch o friends got a whole giant pile of that killer rock hard cocaine. we cut it real fine into lines and honked on that and we started gabbin bout demons and shit. you know how you get when the cocaine kisses your brain. all gabby like. can't stop talkin. anyways, them demons were wearing the smiles that night cuz one dude got out one of those old ouiger board games.  we was laughin and snortin and chokin on weed and then Jerry brings out that ouiger board. now i already done my acid trip and was familiar with those things. so I just took the straw and blasted the pile once again and watched. those 2 dudes started the routine with it and Jerry asked his question. I forget what it was but just when there was supposed to be answer with that moving triangle, Ron let out the biggest blast i done heard in my whole life. It sounded like giant thunder up close to the ear drum. And the stench?! shitfire! yep, it was worse than shitfire. stank like crappy charcoal. A true fart from hell! Well, we had to get out of the room cuz it got so bad so fast. our eyes started watering. swear to god. we waited like an hour (which is a long time when you want another line) before we went back in the room. The stench still lingered a bit but the coke was still good.

 

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Quote:Yeah, yeah. Tell me this: how could you smell anything with all that coke stuffed up your nozzle? Or, where you smoking it?

 

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Quote:nope! didn't smoke it. i smelled it. spooky, smokey type stench enemanating from that ghastly speaker of sound. you should have heard it, too. wicked blast. Quick thunder with a massive end rush of windy filth. a tornado of enemanation. omg!

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You sure you didn't get high breathing that shit in? Literally?  enemanating? What the hell is that?
 
You're so full of it.     Fine. 
 
So, what was the question you asked the 'ouiger' board, as you put it?
 
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Quote:Oh yea. i've been to that place. they picked me up once when i was drunk in public. brought over to healthy farms and got me all checked in. they said i was blubberin something about the voices telling me i was drunk. i already knew that but the cops thought i wasn't drunk. i didn't do no cocaine or acid that day. got all schnuckered on that night train. that's a real mean wine! cheap tho! i was suckin that shit down like water. got to like the taste. i told the doctor about those ouiger dreams though. all he did was give me more pills. i ate them up and then told them i was ok and they let me go.

Quote:Cops always have a good reason to bring you over to healthy farms. You must have said or done something to warrant that ride to the farm. What were the ouiger dreams you told the doctor about? 

 

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Quote:Ok, ok. You left us hanging. What did he do to freak your mind?

 

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Quote:Ok, ok. You left us hanging. What did he do to freak your mind?

 

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Quote:That old dude was crazy. but then again i'm thinkin maybe he was one of the CIA probes. He looked wackier than a rainbow raccoon! shit, for all know his name was Rocky. Rocky the rainblow raccoon. yeah, he blew rain. lots of it. right down on our heads. he offered us some good weed from this monster bong he had behind the curtain. toked on that until a head rushing choke out occrued. maybe that was part of it cuz there could of been more than just weed in that old bong. he started talkin bout how shit was all F*cked up and stuff. we got around to the dead cuz it was a greatful dead show. then he showed us his ouiger board.

Quote:He did it again! 

 

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My old granny knew about all those things. She used to tell me how my grandfather would do some of his flim flam at the carnival. It isn't called Uncle John's Band for nothing.

 

 

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