There has been another sex move added to the sex move (go figure) section . It was submitted by Tim Roberson and would take some mad skill, so go check it out and see if you think you have what it takes.

I've been getting a lot of positive feedback from readers lately and I think it's really great. I like to hear what my readers have on theirs minds. While I'm on the subject I would like to say that any rants, beefs, recipes, pics or any other shit anyone would like to share is welcome. If you send it in, I will post it.

I have had several requests for the cookie recipe I was talking about the other day and I'm working on getting it. I didn't cook them myself so I'm just waiting on there girl who made them to send the recipe my way. I don't think I'll be able to get around to sending it to all of the people who wanted it, so I will just post it here.

Before I trail off for a bit, check out the Sexy Bitch, play a game, vote over here, and look me in the eyes.

And now for something completely different:

I am continuously becoming bored with the internet. There are only about three or four sites that I check on a daily basis. Those sites are Hate the Mainstream, Slitfinger (which is rarely updated), and most recently Buzman.

If you know of any interesting sites, hell if you run an interesting site, please let me know so I have some entertainment while I sit and stare at my glowing monitor all night with a head full of drugs.

While you're out getting trashed and fucking hoes don't forget to practice safe sex.

Fuck it, posse out!

The first day of the year is always the day you must use to set the pace for the other 364 days (excluding leap years). Because of this, last night me and a few close friends went out and rented the cheapest hotel room we could find. Can you believe four punk asses can walk into a hotel and rent a room for $74.18 (with tax) without even having a credit card.

What transpired in that cheap hotel room last night has to be on of the grossest most bizarre images I have ever laid my eyes on.

The instant we got into the room we ordered pizza. Sometimes it's good to start the evening on an empty stomach, and sometimes it's not. I'm not going to bore you with the toppings that we had on the pizza,

but I have to tell you that there was chicken on it, for this is crucial to the story.

The night continued and all was well.

We had worked our way through a two-four and had hot-boxed the washroom a few times by around 10:30pm. I would say it was about an hour later that things turned for the worse.

For no apparent reason one of my friends made a "beep beep" noise and started laughing his ass off, which caused the rest of use to join him laughing hysterically.

I asked him why he made such a noise but he couldn't stop laughing, or even take his hands away from his face. He was laughing so fucking hard! Then he stopped making noises, hmmm...

The next thing I knew his cheeks were bulged out and his mouth was full of puke. He made a mad dash for the washroom but didn't get there in time. All of the shit that was in his mouth came gushing out of his nose! It was fucking awful.

When he eventually made it to the can he spent five minute hunched over retching. When he pulled himself together came and joined us in the main room, where we had picked up drinking again he explained that the whole time he was choking, but everyone was causing him to laugh so he couldn't swallow to clear his throat.

Next is the truely repugnant extra gross part of the story.

Near the end of his explanation he stopped to blow his nose and this huge fucking chunk of chicken from the pizza we had earlier came flying out. Fucking sick!

The chunk was about a inch centimeter, way larger than the normal hunk of snot. This is truly one of the sickest things I have ever seen, even sicker than the guy I saw get stabbed back when I was in grade 7.

I can't wait until I get the pictures developed for you all to take a gander at.

And now for something completely different:

Reader mail:
From: killarasta Subject: stile

doncha think that stile has become a fagot sellout ? all he ever does now is link to his sponsors becuase he knows his site is goin downhill and he wants to make as much money as he can, while he still can. yer site rocks!

Well now, I'm glad you think my site "rocks" but as for the stileproject, I honestly have no opinion. Actually I do have one opinion:

You're a fucking idiot! Don't tell me this shit! Why wouldn't you let Stile know what you think of him and his site so he could make you feel like a fucking idiot himself. Fucking momo. Fucking bitch.

I hope that everyone had a very happy new year because I can't even come close to remembering if I did. When we arrived at the cottage we all dosed a quarter of shrooms, and continued to do so every eight hours until late last night.

The entire weekend is a total blur filled of hallucinations and complete insanity. Out of all of the drugs at my finger tips I think that the marijuana cookies were my favorite. Mmmm, pure green goodness.

It's great when you know some people who have the skill it takes to pull off making tasty cookies. If you have never had them before you have to try them, I'll send you the recipe if you'd like, just ask for it.

Chocolate chips, butterscotch chips, and dope, they couldn't be better. The only problem is you can't stop eating them; I brought home five to eat at work the next time I go but I've already eaten all of them.

Send in the details of what you did for New Years, I have a funny feeling that some of your nights activities would fit right into the Drug Life section.

And now for something completely totally different:

I'd like to say thanks to all of the addicts out there that read, or have linked this site. Druglife got over 170,000 hits last month and they are still rolling in. If you're one of the sites that has linked Druglife, let me know and I will return the favor. Don't forget about this.

I would like to let you all in on a secret. For the last 4 years my new years resolution has been to stick with the smack, and I plan on sticking with what works. I am the opposite of sober right now and I plan on staying in this shape until Monday morning, and the next year for that matter.

Early tomorrow I am leaving my cozy crawl space and heading out on a four hour drive to a friends cottage. You may say that this is completely normal for New Years, or you may say that I'm crazy for not hitting the city. Either way I don't think that it makes a difference where you are if you have a quarter pound of shrooms, an ounce of dope, a gram of coke, a snowboard, three two-fours and two sexy bitches.

I'm spending the next three days in a pure drug trance, completely tuned out from reality. I'm not going to be able to update while I'm gone, but here are some pictures you may have missed while my cam was on live earlier.

I love my Co-cheese glasses. The drunk fool with the normal glasses, bald nuts, nasty ass, and tattoos is Snork. The Sexy Bitch is a grrl. I'm too camera shy to show my face, or anything else.

I didn't bother putting "druglife.net" on each picture so if you're going to use them, please just link me.

I'm bringing my digital camera with me for the journey so if I can figure out how to take pictures off of its memory chip with the cheap software it came with, you are in for some very interesting eye candy.

I'm starting to sweat and I think it's because I'm starting to sober up. I think it's best if I go
have another drink to calm my nerves. What is my life coming to...

The world is a cold and unkind place. It's cold because it's winter out and it's unkind because I can't do what I want. What is it that I want you ask, I want nothing.

I don't want any responsibilities or privileges. I don't want to be taken seriously, or not to be taken seriously. I don't to do anything except sleep; I don't want to have anything to do with this world, or the "life" that I have in it.

If I could develop a machine to feed my body the necessary nutrients, remove the necessary waste, and inject the necessary intoxicants and hallucinogenic drugs, I would waste my life away and be completely happy.

I'm so sick of all of the bullshit that has encrusted the universe. I hate laws and authority. I hate schools and businesses. I hate styles, cliques, cool, ugly, technology, society, structure. Fuck it, who needs it.

The world has become so trivial it's annoying. WHY should I, I don't NEED to. "But you 'have' to." Go to fucking hell you'll like it there, I hear Hitler is running it now. It shouldn't be too bad once you get used to the sodomy.

I think I should move to somewhere warmer. I'd probably be way calmer if I could lay in a nice forest of illegal tree's with the warm sun beating down on my body. Eye's red as blood.

The world is a cold and unkind place.

Some people go on a mad shopping craze on boxing day, but not me. They go out and buy some great Nike and Tommy gear or some junk like that, but not me.

Instead I round up a few friends and a lot of booze for a good 'ol drunking binge, with a side order of dope.

My room was trashed by the time the booze was gone. In the chaos my keyboard was broken; evidently keyboards don't like beer being spilled on them. After I found that out I did what any logical mother fucker would do.

Serves the bastards right! Selling computer hardware that's not water-resistant, what was Microsoft ever thinking?

Did you get what you want for Christmas? I didn't but I never do, super models aren't easily bought

My hangover from last night is almost gone so I believe it's time to have a beer.

I'm anxiously awaiting the arrival of some more top secret shit coming direct from down south. It's not Peruvian White, but it will have to do.

If I could get my hands on some real crazy shit, I could try this.