stupid druqs
filed in tigs of obango on Jul.18, 2009
you too can have awesome dreams like mine where you wake up screaming if you take everything under the sun and don’t haveĀ a well centered body, mind and soul.
<@tigs> wow that was interesting
<@tigs> 3-4 dreams, all merging into each other
<@tigs> but with the same storyline
<@tigs> having a house party and realise i forgot to lock the door and my plasma etc is going to get stolen so get cabbie to drive back so i can close the place up, pick up 20-30 white anti-anxiety pills i take and my iphone and lock up the place
<@tigs> then suddenly im in some rural bar/pub in the midwest of america
<@tigs> and for some reason got 10 of my pills laid out on the table so i could take 3-4 and count them
<@tigs> next thing i know im fucking half passed out and cunts are stealing them off me thinking they’re topgrade ecstasy pills
<@tigs> next dream, wake up and the bar owner wants a word
<@tigs> he has two big fucking gashes in his head from being stabbed multiple times from trying to stop two cunts who had taken my pills and gotten into a punchon
<@tigs> then hes gurgling up huge amounts of blood n shit
<@tigs> next dream, wake up on the couch with the owner, owner turns around for a second and 5 cunts get in my face
<@tigs> take out like 2 of them then 3 jump me
<@tigs> next dream, wake up to matt hughes the ufc fuckwit pouring beer on my head, so i instant reaction punch the fucker as hard as i can
<@tigs> then he comes back at me with his beer bottle and starts hitting me over the head with that
<@tigs> next dream, im awake and shits still going down in the backroom of this bar, walk out into the mainroom and its like a family bistro
<@tigs> and my dad and uncle are there for some reason, tell them to get the fuck out immediately before a shitstorm hits
<@tigs> then suddenly im walking around a fucking airport terminal, then im in a hotel room
<@tigs> then im talking to some random chick with the worst teeth ive ever seen come into our room and talk about how her fan and a/c is fucked and the only solution we can come up with is opening her mini-fridge door
<@tigs> then i look out the window of the airport terminal and realise im basically looking out a runway window and can see boeing 747s roll by
<@tigs> that changes quick and the fucking scenary of the window turns into another bar
<@tigs> and then 5 cunts sit across from me leering, one gets up to have words, fucking start fighting him when hes 3x my size
<@tigs> bite half his ear off like tyson
<@tigs> then get pulled off by 3 cunts and beaten down
<@tigs> and now im awake and waiting for these ‘anti-anger’ pills to kick in so i can go back to bed
<@Malbs> and they say smoking dope does nothing to your mental well being
2 8mg pernanzine purple pills of goodness sent me back to sleep and resulted in dreams of playing friendly pick up soccer matches with huge ass africans in Africa. Maybe I just need new druqs, yea thats it…

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