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Sadly, the items I purchased were not, and will not, be on sale for Boxing Day. Damn drug dealers, don’t you know I have a budget?
2 ounces of grass.
Assorted medley of Green Transformers, deceptively innocent little yellow ones, and a pink heart (No link to Valentine’s Day, as far as I know. Will investigage).
Fungus steeped in acid, 2 grams of caps.
Need for Speed: The Run? Check. Skyrim? Check. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, novel and DVD, to watch while fucked, and to read while burnt? Check. A collection of Vodka, Rye and Rum? Triple Check.
Waiting 5 hours for my buddies to get back? Terrible, but doable. You know you’re cool when you stop using tumblr for months, and when you finally do post, it’s about drugs and games. Woo!
This tumblr is now only for my sub-sentient ravings of a drug-adled mind crashing through games with no reason nor rhyme. Postings will ensue, but may not make sense. This corner of the world (like 6 people) will know intimately a world that is not mine, but at the same time is no one elses.
What?
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Sour Diesel - Reminded me of home
Sour Diesel isn’t all that great, man. Had some Lemon Kush last night, that was some crazy shit.
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this.
Alright.
So, if we’re playing a game, and you defeat me, I’m a gay noob. I mean, this is dumb, but I understand what you’re trying to say, which is that I lack the true vigor of an actual man. Also, my inexperience at the game - as opposed to my experience at having sex with men, which is encyclopedic - renders me unable to repel your onslaught, which is sure to be savage indeed. Let’s set aside the fact that these assertions are made well before the first encounter, when you have no index of my prowess on any conceivable axis, when everyone is situated in a realm of inexhaustible life and couldn’t die even if they wanted to.
When we emerge from the round, though, in the twilight phase between active rounds, your body broken clean in half by my noble order, with your last gulp of rancid air you still call me a gay noob? How does that square with your other shit? Where do you fall in the hierarchy, then? Did I defeat you with all my delicate homomancy? Call me not noob, call me Anoobis; you have entered the realm of the defeated, and you are mine.
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I laughed for like 10 minutes straight.
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I have both of those games right beside my xbox! Too bad they used a picture of the shitty old 360, and not my WICKED AWESOME 360 SLIM.
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Reblog. Click the image, and Enjoy.
pandemoniumclubfordeatheaters:
omg
this game was banned in my school because people would just play it over and over again in the library
(via thehumanfund)
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I have a hard time believing that U.S. special forces would have killed Osama unless it was 100% impossible to take him alive. I’m sort of suspicious of this for some reason…
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Every. Fucking. Time.
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William Shatner / “Rocket Man”
Watch his fucking face when he says “I’m gonna be….high!”…the way he holds his smoke looks just like a joint, his expression…I’m still laughing.
(via mochaorgy)