Incase you haven't noticed the Online Games menu has been moved down to make room for the much awaited Wonderful World of Drugs section which I finished earlier this evening.
Booze, Coke, Ecstasy, GHB, Heroin, Inhalants, LSD, Meth, PCP, Peyote, Marijuana, Rohypnol, and Shrooms... it's got it all, almost.

Keep your eyes peeled for additions to the various drugs, and additions of new ones.

I spent last night in a bliss induced by a half quarter of shrooms, a gram of hash, a 26er of dark rum, and a 20 bag of dope. I came to the conclusion that the secret to happiness is positive thinking. Now that may sound a little faggy or something, but it's true.

As long as you take everything lightly, don't get worked up over trivial bull shit, and always look on the bright side you can be a very happy person. Things always seem to work themselves out, even when you think it's a lost cause. I started last night out in the worst predicament but ended up having a really cool time.

This guy came in for a cash refund we owed him and refused to leave until he got his money... problem was that we were completely out of bills. The guy simply would not leave and we ended up having the call the fucking cops on him. I hate cops, but this one time they were actually on my side and it was pretty nice. When the Cops got there they just kicked him out, but we were already an hour and a half late getting out of work so the plans we had were shot.

Things seemed grim, but like always everything worked itself out. I swear that no matter what happens nothing that's actually "bad" ever happens to me.

On the note of things working themselves out check out this story that the dude from Stole 77 sent me the other day:

Christmas, 1995. The previous couple of months had been good for us weedheads who tried to avoid the local hash and just get da herb. Although, as it is in many smaller cities, the danger of getting busted was always around. Since that October, we had been privy to getting excellent buds - $40/eighth, $75/quarter. It was always around… The guy selling it was one hell of a good guy, but a definite heat score. Hung around with various other small-time criminal types and had somewhat of a rough clientele. Regardless, I got along well with him, but was always pretty nervous leaving his place, as there had been busts... Read the rest by clicking here!

That story is pretty cool, I would never tell my parents anything though, I'd deny everything. Communication between child and parent is usless, they just don't understand that the majority of the people in our generation just don't care. The "don't care" attitude is alien to the older generation because they we actually raised with some morals, and a sense of accomplishment.

When our parents had jobs when they were younger they cared about their job, took things seriously and had respect for their elders. Nowadays twelve year old kids are telling their parents to fuck off and skipping school so they can get drunk. Our world is doomed.

And now for something completely pointless.

I've had a few people ask me if the guy with no shirt on in the animation below is me, it isn't.

Check out today's sexy bitch, then go out get drunk and tell me all about it.

[2:30am] I wish that life itself was like a promiscuous relationship. I wish that you could come and go as good times dissipate and bad times arise. It would be nice if you could slip in and out of reality like you were changing channels on a television. When something that you could do without starts to happen, just "change the channel," and go back when whatever it was is over.

I don't believe that humans evolved to be miserable, enslaved creatures.

[3:00pm]

WORSHIP THE FUCKIN FRO! 100% NATURAL, NO GEL, MOOSE, SPRAY. NO ARTIFICIAL COLORS OR FLAVORING.

To the naked untrained eye this page seems unchanged, but to the expert web addict you'll notice that it has been rebuilt. All the code is new and hopefully the page will load a little faster. Additionally, shit was stuck over here because this place was getting cluttered with absurdly long updates.

I didn't want you all to think I've been smoking too much dope and gotten overly lazy so I got the banner exchange up and running. It's not using the script I wanted to use but it works and it will have to do for now. Just a reminder, if you want your banner at the top of druglife just ask!

When I look back at how ugly this site was when I first started it I laugh. I can only imagine how worthless I'll think the current front page is a few months from now.

RECTUM - I had two Cadillac's, but my ol'lady rectum both.
INCOME - I just got in bed with da hoe and income my wife.

That shirt looks very becoming on you, but if I were on you, I'd be coming too.

I received a druglife submission today that totally reminded me of my life a few years ago. I can remember doing the same type of shit these guys did, but I always used dried alfalfa sprouts and oregano, never match heads.

So me and my best friend Shane are sittin at his house drinkin a 5th of Beam as we always did day in and day lost, when we came to the realization that there were a couple girls comin over and we were all out of grass...and unfortunately out of cash , out of fronts and out of things decent to pawn...We needed smoke and we needed it quickly...So i remind my ol buddy about a kid named Kieth who had a quarter still that we had sold him about two weeks ago...A few things to know about old Kieth: ...Read the rest by clicking here!

young for them to really do anything accept give you a warning. That was the life, I think back on all of the stupid shit that I used to get away with...

"What do you think your doing?" Ummm... nothing, "I've been following you for the last three blocks watching you smash all sorts of shit, want me to take you in?" Ummm... no, "Well go to your shelter, or anywhere else because if I see you again down here I'm charging you with mischief!" Ummm... I don't live in a shelter you filthy pig bitch!!

That's when I'd run my ass off through an alley or two, after I put on a toque to cover my Mohawk and turned my jacked inside out, they never looked twice. I miss it.

Take a minute to leave your mark in the druglife guest book, or send in your own story!

I am so spent right now I can't put forth the effort to do anything. I hate these bouts of depression that plague my life.

I started then left.

He camird.

He must have been there for 5 minutes while we were in the front laughing our asses off. From now on I'm bringing my camera to work.

Introducing the druglife male comebacks to female comebacks:

Man: Haven't I seen you some place before?
Woman: Yes that's why I don't go there anymore.
Man: Really? I heard it was because everyone there thinks you're a fat, ugly, slut.

Man: Is this seat empty?
Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.
Man: Probably because you'd be on your knees sucking my cock.

Man: Your place or mine?
Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I'll go to mine.
Man: That's cool, cause after I get done smackin' it to you in the back of my car...... I don't give a shit where you go.

Man: So, what do you do for a living?
Woman: I'm a female impersonator.
Man: So that's how you got that little mustache.

Man: Hey baby, what's your sign?
Woman: Do not enter!
Man: Sure that isn't "yield to merging traffic"?

Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?
Woman: Unfertilized...
Man: No problem, I can always shoot my load on your face!

Man: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.
Woman: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing
Man: That works for me....... As long as you're still warm when I shove it up your ass!

Male: Do you want to dance?
Female: No!
Male: I think you misheard me. I said you look fat in those pants.

Ha! Next time you get shot down at the bar the bitch will have something comming to her! If you try one of these, let me know.

I'm not sure how many of you out there have heard of George Burdi, but he was a really high up Nazi... he founded Resistance Records and was the singer for the band RaHoWa (Racist Holy War). Well, I have some good news for everyone; people change, even ignorant bone-heads. Burdi has reformed his ways, he is in a new band with two black guys, and is engaged to marry an Indian chick. I think it's really enlightening hearing about stories like this, they make me have a little hope for mankind. Read the full story here.

There has been a ton of construction going on around here. There's a new layout, new banner, flames on the side... If you have any info on additions you'd like to see to this site, or you'd like to tell me what you think of it, please do. Click here to e-mail me!

The extra special top-secret thing that I've been keeping from everyone is running a little late. I hope that it will be up by the end of the week but no promises. Sexy bitch, bitch.