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f'schizzle!
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if others spell it incorrectly that's their problem.
Somebody call Max Cryer! I think you'll find that Ms. has been accepted as common useage. It even pops up on most forms one is requested to fill out ...
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crazy stuff that datura
"You're just a wuss Che, harden up and take it, what are ya? C'mon Che, it's really good, you'll f#ckin' love it, I'm telling ya! Don't be a f#ckin' f&ggot Che, what are ya? Are you a Narc man? Hey everyone I think Che is a f#ckin D..." - Peer Group Pressure 101
Okay, time for a lie down I think ... this isn't Creative Writing class ...
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are you right handed or left handed? I'd imagine that's been enough "disciples" to sustain you in life thus far ....
Ouch! Truce?
Heh heh - took me a while to get the phrasing right (and I still don't think I nailed it). I think maybe we do need emoticons here on PA since some ppl seem to think I'm seriously upset with them. Quite the opposite!
Maybe I should just finish everything with LOL ??
(Actually I do kinda like the TradeMe emoticon of the green face throwing up)Tamaki can call himself Lord High Poo-Bah
Hands off pal, that one's taken already!
"Flintstones, meet The Flintstones, They're a modern Stone-Age fam-ily, ..."
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... the school kids get the cabbage laced with herbs ...
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a story one of my adults told me when i was young. it went, "they were at a party, smoked a joint, one was laced with pcp, guy who smoked that bad joint fellovercan'tgetup. therefore pcp=bad"
Ah yes. A common strategy: don't hit your kids with the blanket statement that "drugs are bad" because that just alienates them. They've probably tried pot and have decided it's harmless. So instead just scare them with stories of evil, nasty drug pushers who lace the joints with PCP to get kids hooked on the hard stuff (which all kids think they'll never do).
That's not to say that some dealers didn't actually lace their weed with additives to accelerate the high, but generally this was only for older 'discerning' druggies looking for an extra kick. Not school kids.
I remember a bouncer/dealer in the late 90's gleefully telling me that his ecstasy was actually just a tablet with a dot of heroin on it. Evidently it was cheaper this way because ecstasy was in short supply and punters didn't know the difference. "As long as it makes them sweat a bit and accelerates their heart beat, they're happy"
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Denny Crane's girlfriend does.
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When I was six we had to bring a lemon squeezer to school so we could make 'invisible ink' for some project we were doing. Whilst most people have a plastic lemon squeezer, our family had one made of glass. Very solid, very heavy.
So Mum dropped me off at school in the morning and about ten paces from the car I managed to trip over, drop the lemon squeezer, and slice off a significant chunk of my palm in the process. It flapped open like when you half bite an apple and it hinges on the peel. Even at six I knew to close the wound and hold it tightly together (instinct I guess).
Mum had already driven off for the dairy to get another pack of Rothmans so I had to take myself to Sick Bay where they really freaked out. Off to a local doctor (not hospital) where they stiched it up. As a child the gash cut my palm in half (in a semi circle), but now as an adult I'm left with a very small crescent scar at the bottom of my palm - about the size of the old 50¢ piece.
Being the 70's I was left with a 'Frankenstein' scar -- y'know, the one where the cross-stitching is completely visible. Back then they used what seemed to be nylon fishing line, and when the stitches were ready to 'come out' they'd snip the seams and pull out each stitch with tweezers. Nice.
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i was offered pcp at a party many years ago.
a quick bit of research revealled the side effects; potential nerve damage, inability to reason, blah blah blah. the che wasn't touching the stuff, wasted as he already was.It's the phrase/statement "a quick bit of research revealled the side effects" that has me perplexed/bemused. I can't shake the mental image of Che in a kitchen at a party being offerred PCP by some ne'er-do-well (obviously a pimp hoping to hook young Che on the hard stuff, condemning him into a life of hustling) at which point Che decides to conduct a "a quick bit of research" and calls out to those in the lounge 'I've just been offerred some PCP - who thinks I should do it?'
or worse: Che is offered PCP and responds "Hang on a minute, I'll just google the side-effects" and pulls out a Blackberry from his pocket ...
(Which reminds me of something I once did -- but I'll save it for when RB runs Stories: My Most Marnus Drug Experience)
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Daughter did absolutely nothing without checking with Mum.
"Ooh-er, that's that fella from The Rolling Stones, you go an' give 'im a kiss from me"
"Aw mum, he's old enuff ta be my dad"
"Never you mind, Mandy, you could do a whole lot worse"
NB: I have absolutely no idea what part of England Mandy and her Mum come from. They could be Toffs for all I know. (It's late, that's my excuse, fair enuff guv?)