my bro made me stop after the last shot. only reason i wanted to smoke, the alcohol was cut off. he told me later that i was actually begging for more after i was already laid out. cant remember anything that followed the shots. i really pushed it, and got pretty damn lucky.
my favorite liqour out there is by far everclear. Its illegal in Virginia, but my brother went to myrtle beach last year and bought alot and brought home two half gallon bottles. That stuff annihilated me. A couple days after he got back, we bought a couple hits of acid, and a shitload of bud. I...
i think it is. i couldnt stop laughing at the black guy that fell face first and put his hands out to break the fall but the treadmill snatched that shit away, haha.
back to the ****in subject.
I'm not sure if this is exactly ghostly, but weird as shit nonetheless. About a year ago I was in my basement(at this time it was bro's room) chillin with him and his girlfriend. It was a pretty rainy night, but calmed down alot by that time. I can't remember what...