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Posted: 4/7/2013 12:09:51 AM EDT
...And somebody was giving booze to these goddamn things! It wont be long now, before they tear us to shreds.
Seriously, why did I wait so long to watch this?! |
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...And somebody was giving booze to these goddamn things! It wont be long now, before they tear us to shreds. Seriously, why did I wait so long to watch this?! Try some either. What! Nothing. I was just admiring the shape of your skull. |
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Wat? This Don't tell me those things. Not now, man. |
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Wat? I think their strange behavior of late can be explained by a private marijuana addiction. |
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Quoted: Quoted: Wat? This I'm not really sure I can answer that. But what I can tell you is that if Margaret Mead, at her age, smoked grass...she'd have one hell of a trip. |
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Wat? This I'm not really sure I can answer that. But what I can tell you is that if Margaret Mead, at her age, smoked grass...she'd have one hell of a trip. Well... it'll probably work out. We can keep her loaded and peddle her ass at the drug convention. Yeah. She's perfect for this gig. These cops will go fifty bucks a head to beat her into submission and then gang-fuck her. We can set her up in one of these back street motels, hang pictures of Jesus all over the room, then turn these fucking pigs loose on her. Hell, she's strong, man. She'll hold her own. |
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Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: ThisWat? I'm not really sure I can answer that. But what I can tell you is that if Margaret Mead, at her age, smoked grass...she'd have one hell of a trip. Well... it'll probably work out. We can keep her loaded and peddle her ass at the drug convention. Yeah. She's perfect for this gig. These cops will go fifty bucks a head to beat her into submission and then gang-fuck her. We can set her up in one of these back street motels, hang pictures of Jesus all over the room, then turn these fucking pigs loose on her. Hell, she's strong, man. She'll hold her own. I knew it, you're a goddamn narcotics agent |
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Wat? This I'm not really sure I can answer that. But what I can tell you is that if Margaret Mead, at her age, smoked grass...she'd have one hell of a trip. Well... it'll probably work out. We can keep her loaded and peddle her ass at the drug convention. Yeah. She's perfect for this gig. These cops will go fifty bucks a head to beat her into submission and then gang-fuck her. We can set her up in one of these back street motels, hang pictures of Jesus all over the room, then turn these fucking pigs loose on her. Hell, she's strong, man. She'll hold her own. Jesus Christ. I knew you were sick but I never expected to hear you actually say that kind of stuff, you filthy bastard. |
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ThisWat? I'm not really sure I can answer that. But what I can tell you is that if Margaret Mead, at her age, smoked grass...she'd have one hell of a trip. Well... it'll probably work out. We can keep her loaded and peddle her ass at the drug convention. Yeah. She's perfect for this gig. These cops will go fifty bucks a head to beat her into submission and then gang-fuck her. We can set her up in one of these back street motels, hang pictures of Jesus all over the room, then turn these fucking pigs loose on her. Hell, she's strong, man. She'll hold her own. I knew it, you're a goddamn narcotics agent That was our fucking cocaine! |
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You people voted for Hubert Humphrey! And you killed Jesus! |
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Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: ThisWat? I'm not really sure I can answer that. But what I can tell you is that if Margaret Mead, at her age, smoked grass...she'd have one hell of a trip. Well... it'll probably work out. We can keep her loaded and peddle her ass at the drug convention. Yeah. She's perfect for this gig. These cops will go fifty bucks a head to beat her into submission and then gang-fuck her. We can set her up in one of these back street motels, hang pictures of Jesus all over the room, then turn these fucking pigs loose on her. Hell, she's strong, man. She'll hold her own. I knew it, you're a goddamn narcotics agent That was our fucking cocaine! You'll be contacted by Inspector Rock. Arthur Rock. He'll be posing as a politician, but you won't have any trouble recognizing him. |
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Quoted: You people voted for Hubert Humphrey! And you killed Jesus! With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he'll never know. |
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Quoted: And the brit ruins it. COME AT ME BRO Also, you even lift have tracks? |
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And the brit ruins it. COME AT ME BRO
Also, you even lift have tracks?
I don't understand the question and I won't respond to it. |
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I've got the fear. How much did they pay you to fuck the polar bear?
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Quoted: Quoted: And the brit ruins it. COME AT ME BRO Also, you even lift have tracks?How long can we maintain? I wonder. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this Brit? What will he think then? This same lonely GD was the last known home of Rusted; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about FEMA and DHS coming down on the thread? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his avatar off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Norcal law enforcement officer and he'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I post that? Or just think it? Was I typing? Did they read that? |
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Those two men in the dock they gave me the LSD and they took me to the hotel. I don't know what they done to me, but I remember it was horrible.
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As your attorney I advise you to drive at top speed and it'll be a Goddamn miracle if we get there before you turn into some kind of wild animal. Are you ready for that? Checking into a Las Vegas hotel under a phony name with the intent to commit capital fraud on a head full of acid? I sure hope so...
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Those two men in the dock they gave me the LSD and they took me to the hotel. I don't know what they done to me, but I remember it was horrible. Castration! Double Castration! |
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"We had two bags of grass, seventy five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi colored uppers,downers, screamers,laughers, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can." |
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All right, listen to me. In a few hours, she'll probably be sane enough to work herself into some kind of towering Jesus-based rage at the hazy recollection of being seduced by some kind of cruel Samoan who fed her liquor and LSD, dragged her to a Vegas hotel room and then savagely penetrated every orifice in her little body with his throbbing, uncircumcised member.
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All right, listen to me. In a few hours, she'll probably be sane enough to work herself into some kind of towering Jesus-based rage at the hazy recollection of being seduced by some kind of cruel Samoan who fed her liquor and LSD, dragged her to a Vegas hotel room and then savagely penetrated every orifice in her little body with his throbbing, uncircumcised member. You Samoans are all the same. You have no faith in the essential decency of the white man's culture. |
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Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will panic 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.
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Quoted: How long can we maintain? I wonder. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this Brit? What will he think then? This same lonely GD was the last known home of Rusted; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about FEMA and DHS coming down on the thread? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his avatar off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Norcal law enforcement officer and he'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I post that? Or just think it? Was I typing? Did they read that? |
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Been driving past that place for some 40 odd years. In fact, just drove by there yesterday on the way back from a trip to Gettysburg.
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HI THERE! My naaaame...RaoulDuke...I'montheguestlist. Here to cover the race. I have my attorney'eeeee...withme...and I realize his-name--is-not-on-that-list-but-we-must-have that suite!
What's the score here...what comes next? |
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Those two men in the dock they gave me the LSD and they took me to the hotel. I don't know what they done to me, but I remember it was horrible. Castration! Double castration! |
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It goes without saying we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'd run us down like dogs.
We'll just have to cut off his head and bury him somewhere. Shit. Did I say that out loud, or just think it? |
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"There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high-powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die"
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Bazooko's Circus is what the whole hep world would be doing every Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. This was the Sixth Reich.
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I think Depp was actually buddies with Thompson. There's a movie Depp stars in set in Havana? that I think is based on Thompson's life but I never watched it. MIght be on netflix streaming
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In truth, I was nervous. The two front ones were tighter than snare drums; they felt like teak wood when I tapped on them with the rod. But what the hell? I thought. If they explode, so what? It's not often a man gets to run terminal experiments on a virgin Cadillac and four brand-new $80 tires. For all I knew, the thing might start cornering like a Lotus Elan.
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I recall one night in a place called The Matrix. There I was - Mother of God. There I am! Holy fuck. Uh, clearly I was a victim of the drug explosion, a natural street freak, just eating whatever came by.
I decided to eat only half of the acid at first but I spilled the rest on the sleeve of my red woolen shirt. "What's the trouble, buddy?"* "Well, all this white stuff.. on my sleeve.. is LSD." Cameo by Flea. |
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Jesus! Bad waves of paranoia, madness, fear and loathing, intolerable vibrations in this place. Get out! The weasels were closing in. I could smell the ugly brutes.
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