Donovan has got to go.
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NAOS
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I think I'm being humbled by a type of influenza. Let me tell you, there was so much pressure at and around
my nose and eyes that I was starting to panic. I was getting these sense that I definitely must quickly change
the pressure in my head. My girlfriend went to the store to buy expectorant and medicated nose spray while I
took a hot shower (also closing the drain so the water would collect in the basin + sprinkling in loads of eucalyptus
and peppermint oils) just after consuming the brownie and a spicy piece of toast.
By the time she got back home, the marijuana was really kicking on. I started writing poetry. I tried to ingest
the medicated nose spray right away, but my sense of time and order was lost and I couldn't remember if I was
yet to ingest or about to ingest. I told my girlfriend to watch me take two big huffs of that **** and then make sure
to take it away for the whole night (I could tell it was really gonna **** me up and make me feel good [and it did]).
That **** can burn down the chimneys of your sinuses, releasing a kind of euphoria).
Anyway, I did that, and then she took it away and put it somewhere I don't know about. And suddenly the poetry was
coming out silly and self-referential (please note: [a] I don't normally go there, and this surprising fact seems
relevant). In other words, I was suddenly spat out of a panic-inducing sickness and into a state where I am expressing
voices that normally don't get their say: silly and self-referential ones. I even mentioned Christ once (not kidding).
But I'm doing okay, man. We're going to have to alter our Christmas and New Year's plans, but what the hell can you
do at this point?
The peak of my sinus pressure was simultaneous to the most tenuous and difficult acrimony with the cats. That was
all happening at the same time. The image of my writhing cat (scruffed by the neck as I inject some sedative into
her cheek pouch, and then, still scruffed, sing her a soothing rhythmic cat purr [eventually, she powers down... but not until after she has willfully chosen the center of the den as her resting place -- [an event I'm ecstatic about, obvi]]) -- this
image is rendered kaleidoscopically through the pains of my sinuses. What the hell were we all feeling?
my nose and eyes that I was starting to panic. I was getting these sense that I definitely must quickly change
the pressure in my head. My girlfriend went to the store to buy expectorant and medicated nose spray while I
took a hot shower (also closing the drain so the water would collect in the basin + sprinkling in loads of eucalyptus
and peppermint oils) just after consuming the brownie and a spicy piece of toast.
By the time she got back home, the marijuana was really kicking on. I started writing poetry. I tried to ingest
the medicated nose spray right away, but my sense of time and order was lost and I couldn't remember if I was
yet to ingest or about to ingest. I told my girlfriend to watch me take two big huffs of that **** and then make sure
to take it away for the whole night (I could tell it was really gonna **** me up and make me feel good [and it did]).
That **** can burn down the chimneys of your sinuses, releasing a kind of euphoria).
Anyway, I did that, and then she took it away and put it somewhere I don't know about. And suddenly the poetry was
coming out silly and self-referential (please note: [a] I don't normally go there, and this surprising fact seems
relevant). In other words, I was suddenly spat out of a panic-inducing sickness and into a state where I am expressing
voices that normally don't get their say: silly and self-referential ones. I even mentioned Christ once (not kidding).
But I'm doing okay, man. We're going to have to alter our Christmas and New Year's plans, but what the hell can you
do at this point?
The peak of my sinus pressure was simultaneous to the most tenuous and difficult acrimony with the cats. That was
all happening at the same time. The image of my writhing cat (scruffed by the neck as I inject some sedative into
her cheek pouch, and then, still scruffed, sing her a soothing rhythmic cat purr [eventually, she powers down... but not until after she has willfully chosen the center of the den as her resting place -- [an event I'm ecstatic about, obvi]]) -- this
image is rendered kaleidoscopically through the pains of my sinuses. What the hell were we all feeling?
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NAOS
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It's only a serious thread because I fell for the trolljob.
NAOS
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We're in confessional therapy right now. Full-on. I'm opening up so that Archie feels safe to open up, too.
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NAOS
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And @The Thriller
NAOS
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And @Jazzman_86
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416Klawzz
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Yes, please move on since you live such a loser life with too much time on your hands to make such moron threads. Thanks ****
416Klawzz
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I'm not even 50 like you ****, you can go back to playing Bingo with Ostertag.
How many times would you like to embarrass yourself?
416Klawzz
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To be honest its real foolish how many posts I see of this guy has to go and this guy doesn't have to go etc I took a run at Shad because I found his post to be the most ridiculous one. Call it sarcastic or not our forums are become real trash seeing these titles , so that's that .
It's a meme. The joke is on the initial thread about Gobert. You reacted the way you did because you couldn't see what was obviously a joke, and now you're lashing out because it made you look real dumb.
Just go, "whoops lol" and move on.
Or don't, I don't really care. Just wanted to point out your tantrum isn't covering up what clearly occurred.
416Klawzz
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or admit its weak for you guys to continually make new threads then repeat it yep really funny ... Or sad so yeah whoops my bad I will anticipate 49 more posts from here on in got it!
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