when friends become enemies...
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revodrew
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Heres one as told to me by a fried. He claims to have done, wasnt there, dont know for sure.
Buy a box of donuts, you said he is a stoner so you know he will eat them. Take all the donuts one by one and stick your pecker through the hole and take a polaroid picture of each one. Now take all of them out, and place the pics on a pile on the bottem of the box. Now, replace all donuts covering the pics. The more he eats, the more apparent the pics become. Then ask him how your dick taste. Go get em homo, I mean homie!!!
Buy a box of donuts, you said he is a stoner so you know he will eat them. Take all the donuts one by one and stick your pecker through the hole and take a polaroid picture of each one. Now take all of them out, and place the pics on a pile on the bottem of the box. Now, replace all donuts covering the pics. The more he eats, the more apparent the pics become. Then ask him how your dick taste. Go get em homo, I mean homie!!!
superset2
thats my gf...2/14/06..enjoy
well guys i have finally have a conclusion to my real life story.....last week we my other 3 roommates sat down our pain killer addicted roommate and told him that weve had enough and we are making go clean cause if we dont help him no one will (outside of professional help). we told him it would be "tough love". we told him we would constantly be with him so he couldnt start popping pills and we would also help him get interested in new activities.
that week i personal trained him at the gym 3 times and he started to really like it. he promised us at the end of last week that he had been clean for 5 days (which is huge for an oxy, vikinin, zannex, etc etc addict). by day 6 he was laying in bed all day and we all thought he was back to popping pills even when he denied it. my roommate searched through his phone and found text messages form the last couple days about buying pills from various people and thats when we all had enough.
Before we could talk to him about it, friday night rolled around and everyone was out drinking. I was sitting in the bar (not drinking) and he walks in wasted and makes some rude comment to me how im a pussy cause i dont drink much anymore. usually i would let such comments not even effect me, but i felt so disrespected from all his **** the last 6 months and from the fact that he lied to his "friends" face's that i snapped. i started yelling at him in the bar and told him how hes a worthless piece of **** etc etc....my adrenaline was so pumped i felt like i was in complete fight mode. i walked away and said to him he was lucky he wasnt my roommate or i woulda knocked the **** out of him. he called me a tough guy and gave me a little bump as i walked by. i turned to him and stared into his eyes; sucked in as much nasty green muscus from the back of my throat and spit a huge luegee on his face. EVERYONE was stunned....my roommate left the bar and went home. he was silent for a day where he locked himself in his room. i felt no remorse considering all the disrespect i put up with. sunday night i came home from studying all day at the library and no one was in my apt. i got a call several minutes later that my roomate overdosed on zannex, special K, and then drank a **** load of beers. he passed out before my roommates could of seen what happened and when they came home he could barely breathe......he started rehab on monday after the doctors stabliized his heart rate and blood pressure.
now only time will tell what will happen for him - he knew on the path he was on; he would of not made it past 35.
-sorry its so long - i just needed to vent it out - if it doesnt make sense...well im not gonna reread it and edit now
*RZO
that week i personal trained him at the gym 3 times and he started to really like it. he promised us at the end of last week that he had been clean for 5 days (which is huge for an oxy, vikinin, zannex, etc etc addict). by day 6 he was laying in bed all day and we all thought he was back to popping pills even when he denied it. my roommate searched through his phone and found text messages form the last couple days about buying pills from various people and thats when we all had enough.
Before we could talk to him about it, friday night rolled around and everyone was out drinking. I was sitting in the bar (not drinking) and he walks in wasted and makes some rude comment to me how im a pussy cause i dont drink much anymore. usually i would let such comments not even effect me, but i felt so disrespected from all his **** the last 6 months and from the fact that he lied to his "friends" face's that i snapped. i started yelling at him in the bar and told him how hes a worthless piece of **** etc etc....my adrenaline was so pumped i felt like i was in complete fight mode. i walked away and said to him he was lucky he wasnt my roommate or i woulda knocked the **** out of him. he called me a tough guy and gave me a little bump as i walked by. i turned to him and stared into his eyes; sucked in as much nasty green muscus from the back of my throat and spit a huge luegee on his face. EVERYONE was stunned....my roommate left the bar and went home. he was silent for a day where he locked himself in his room. i felt no remorse considering all the disrespect i put up with. sunday night i came home from studying all day at the library and no one was in my apt. i got a call several minutes later that my roomate overdosed on zannex, special K, and then drank a **** load of beers. he passed out before my roommates could of seen what happened and when they came home he could barely breathe......he started rehab on monday after the doctors stabliized his heart rate and blood pressure.
now only time will tell what will happen for him - he knew on the path he was on; he would of not made it past 35.
-sorry its so long - i just needed to vent it out - if it doesnt make sense...well im not gonna reread it and edit now
*RZO
BingeAndPurge
Active member
At least you guys cared enough to try.