Ok so i am currently off my absolute balloons. it is taking me 4 times as long to type this sentence and re-read it with a squint. i am bollickled, but im in a bit of a happy place.
have spent most of the evening talking guff with friends and chewing my gums, also watching great stuff on youtube such as marty feldman and spike milligan. ive done yolks loads of times before, but i would actually appreciate chiffers input into this, considerin there is a few medic type people here. still buckled.
that took ages!
and heres the other thing … by this stage i hope there are no young or gullible chiffer people… but feck me.. class A’s always make me want to do a number2 !! cmon chiff doctors !
I’m sorry:
What?
I stick to my beer and whisky nowadays. I’ve got far too much to lose mucking about with illicit drugs.
I remember the good ol’ days though. I would prepare for a weekend with this list:
one 1/4 oz of hydroponic ganja
2-10 hits of lsd
2-5 hits of x
one gram of ketamine
one gram of cocaine
1/2 a dozen glowsticks
2 bags of lollipops
and one pair of ridiculously wide-legged pants!
I’m 6’ tall and around 210lbs now…back then I weighed just under 160!
That’s probably the only thing I miss…being skinny.
I made alot of bad choices during that part of my life…some of which will haunt me for the rest of my life. I hope you are responsible in your recreational activities, my friend.
droppin a deuce usually happened to me the next morning after a bender. I was usually too busy dancing or engaging in “risky behaviour” to worry about that…and by the time the drugs wore off I was ready to pass out.
I do hope you’re careful with that stuff. It really does fry your brain. When I was an adolescent my IQ was 128. I did drugs heavily from age 17 to age 23. When I was 23 I got an IQ test(in jail, don’t ask) and I tested at 115! My wiring is not as good as it used to be…and I’ve seen people who end up alot worse. If you’re gonna do it, please keep it to a few hits once a month.
I think this is excellent advice, (although I had no clue what Flanum was talking about before you posted.)
I will say this about IQ scores though. A 13 point difference from one test to the next basically doesn’t mean anything. Almost no one will score the same if they take tests every day. The tests vary, your brain varies, and the conditions vary.
Still, I have seen drug use do damage, so I won’t argue that point.
oh lordy, was actually tryin to see if i could delete this thread just now.
ah well, the things ya get up to when no-ones looking eh!
back on planet ireland now, just had delicious fry-up and drank tons of water/coffe ready to face the world, the all ireland hurling final is on today between kilkenny and limerick so im headin into town shortly for some soul retrieving guinness and watch the game with some mentallers! class!
btw i have no favourite seeing as cavan isnt really a hurling county but kilkenny usually show style, but i believe limerick havent won it for thirty odd years so… feck it… up limerick!
good effort being up and about already 
If I’d been posting nonsence at 5 in the morning (actually isn’t the board clock an hour behind BST? which would mean it was 6am when you were on) there’s no way I’d be up and posting again by this time.
yup, just startin to flag now, had one of those freaky twitchy sweatin half sleeps for a few hours so i suppose im actually a bit over the edge still, dont really feel too clever if truth be known but just rang a few lads who are in similar state and we are all headin shortly under the guise of the hurling to drink lots of beer. actually this would be a typical sunday thing for a good few of the lads, the auld yolks are a bit of killer for me, too old and usually takes me about 3 days to recover properly,(a bitter pill to swallow..!!!)! he he. anyways must head in now for copious amounts of painkiller arthur guinness!
This summer I had an awful cough, didn’t know what it was (allergies,
it turned out), but I couldn’t sleep. The doc prescribed this
huge bottle of green tasty cough syrup, codeine based.
After awhile the cough went away but I kept taking
the syrup. It made me so happy. the world seemed
a good place. I would look at pictures of flutes online
and be happy as a clam.
The Buddha said not to take intoxicants, so I try not to drink booze.
I’ve pretty much stopped most of the drug-crazed hippy
activities of my youth.
I did learn something. That if you really slug away at
the brain with druggy stuff, sooner or later it starts
coming apart, and that is about as unpleasant as
things get.
back on planet ireland now, just had delicious fry-up and drank tons of water/coffe ready to face the world, the > all ireland hurling final > is on today
I had to read this twice. My first reaction was “What a strange country” 
Hmm, you can ask a moderator to remove this thread.
My great grand father used to swear by one particular brand of cough syrup, can’t remember what it was called now. It had a really strong aniseed/ alchohol smell, and instructions printed on the label- swig from bottle as necessary. 
Huh? rubs eyes
Sorry, I was napping.
'Sokay. I think we have explored the perils of substance abuse with sufficient clarity to discourage the minors.
I’m still trying to figure out which mind-altering substance is at question here. My Irish is good, but my Hiberno-English sucks raw eggs for free.
Redwolf
Many years ago a friend was driving me to the
University of Colorado Bookstore. I was sitting
innocently in my seat when my friend stuck
a reefer in my face.
The Devil made my smoke that reefer!
Unlike Slick Willy, I inhaled.
by the time my friend dropped my off
my visual field was forming into cubes
and disintegrating, then reforming, then
forming into cubes…
However I went about my business, bought some
notebooks and whatever, checked out through
the cash register and left my wallet there.
As I was leaving the store a woman accosted me,
she had checked me out, but I didn’t remember her.
She had found my wallet, checked my drivers license
picture… The following conversation ensued.
Her:
'Are you Stone? You look like you’re Stone. Are you
Stone?
Me:
‘Noooooooooooooo, Noooooooo!’
Her: Well you certainly like like you’re Stone.
Let me look at your eyes. Yeah, you’re Stone,
alright!
Me:
Go away. Leave me alone.
Her, waving my wallet:
Then I can’t give you this!
Me, recovering brilliantly:
Oh, God!
I suppose experiences like these are worth avoiding,
aren’t they kiddies?
Ecstasy, rolls, mdma, E, X, the drug of choice for ravers and techno-heads.
I think this thread is a cry for help.
You can visit Thailand. They’ll offer you help whether you want it or not.