So I've been on nights for the past few weeks. It's pretty weird, my body is all fucked up over it. I eat dinner at 3:00am and I'm cooking bowls by no latter than 8:15am.

When the sun gets strong and I can feel the heat I start to get tired. I go to bed and wake up to have breakfast at 10:00pm, just in time for sunset. Sun set has become my sun rise.

Day after day I repeat the process and day after day I accomplish nothing. What is the fucking point of all this?

There is very little in this world that really means something. Money, drugs, property, bitches, jobs, cars... it's all trivial. The most valuable thing you have is your word.

It's about being able to trust someone. It's when someone knows that they have your word, and know they can trust it.

Everything comes and goes, hear and there, passes you by, life is over. The one thing that sticks is... like, your honor. Having people being able to honestly say that you're a stand up guy.

Your bitch of the moment means nothing.

Your car, stash, cheddar, gear, threads, and style mean nothing.

Without your word, you mean nothing.

Puss-e | Puss-e | Puss-e | Puss-e | Puss-e | Puss-e | 24 Puss-ez
Puss-e | Puss-e | Freak-e Puss-e

Fuck fan signs, I want to see your hardware.

Something a little fresh will be coming to druglife soon, but it's going to take a little bit of effort from all you addicts out there. Don't worry, at no point will you become sober.

I want you all to do a rail and straighten yourself up... now get up and find your digital cam or web cam or whatever. Hook that shit up and go grab your bong, snap a pic, send it over here and get your shit displayed for tens of thousands to see.

bongs blunts pills stash crop pipes gear cheddar - click here to submit your pics

To show you all that I'm a good sport, as soon as I can figure out how to reboot my digital camera's memory I'll be posting pictures off all my shit. From the Three Foot Killer and Smokin Joe to the Fuck You Up Face, you'll see it all.

What are you waiting for?
Snap a fucking picture and Send In Your Shit for everyone to see.

Wow | Wow | Wow | Wow | Wow | Wow | Wow | What a Buz

Reader Mail:
From: headster Subject: here's a new drug

xanax THE DRUG (ALPRASOLAM )HAS BEEN AROUND FOR A LONG TIME BUT ,AT LEAST IN S.FL.,THE STRETS ARE FULL OF 1MG.;BLUES
,BLUEFOOTBALLZ,&ESPECIALLY THE VERY STRONG 2MG (STIX, FRIES, FRENCHIES,HALF PIPES,)THESE ARE STICK SHAPED & EITHER WHITE OR YELLOW-VERY STRONG & I PERSONALLY NO OFF 3 PERSONS YOUNG& DEAD FROM MIXING STIX & HEROIN FEELS GOOD BUT VERY DANGEROUS i SPEEK OF EXPEREINCE BEING WOKEN UP IN AN AMBULANCE AFTER DOING SOME herroin after having already eaten some stix ,almost died my self!all the heads out there like me-please becareful the dope & pills are deadly strong!!!!!!If your not sure always take less-a lesson that will keep you alive to get high again1!!!!!!!!!!,

headly-eddshead@netzero.net

Now I really appreciate people contributing, but please put in a little effort.

Josh writes:

Mid East Peace

For thousands of years, people have been killing each other around the world in ethnic clashes....I propose the creation of a new area, called "Ethniklashistan", where each fringe idiot group gets a small parcel of
land. From this base site, each group of clowns can launch missiles, blow up tour buses, and maim schoolchildren to their hearts delight. A 12 foot high barbed wire fence would surround this area, so nobody
else has to be bothered with this crap anymore.

ta ta kranko

I think it's a great idea.

Trip to heaven (lame joke):

On their way to get married, a young couple are involved in a fatal car accident. The couple find themselves sitting outside the Pearly Gates waiting for St. Peter to process them into Heaven.

While they are waiting, they begin to wonder if they could possibly get married in Heaven. When St. Peter shows up, they ask him. St. Peter says, 'I don't know, this is the first time anyone has asked. Let me go find out," and he leaves.

The couple sits and waits for an answer. It takes a couple of months. While they are waiting, they discuss whether or not they should get married, what with the eternal aspect of it all.

"What if it doesn't work?", they wondered. "Are we stuck together forever?"

After yet another month, St. Peter finally returns, looking somewhat bedraggled. "Yes", he informs the couple, "you CAN get married in Heaven." "Great!" said the couple, "but we were just wondering, what if things don't work out? Could we also get a divorce in Heaven?" St. Peter, red-faced, slams his clipboard on the ground. "What's wrong?", asked the frightened couple. "OH, C'MON!", St. Peter shouts. "It took me three months to find a priest up here. Do you have any idea how long it'll take me to find a lawyer?

It's hard keeping a site filled with content over the summer. If you have any rants, short stories, real life stories... etc. that you'd like to see posted on druglife, please don't hesitate to send them in.

EXIT LINKS - Snuff X | Mused | Know any worth linking?

If you had the button in front of you, would you press it? Could you?

Bitch | Bitch | Bitch | Bitch | Bitch | Bitches

Damn this next one's hot.

Whore | Whore | Whore | Whore | Whore | Whore | Anti Whores
Whore | Whore | Freaky Whores

I have no time.

This is a true story about something a friend of mine did the other day.

Stupid stupid stupid.

So he's chilling in this kind of reservation/park thing. You know, where you go to have a picnic with the kids, or go to get high at night...

He's sitting at an out of sight picnic table with some girl about smoke a joint. His cars in view from the table, but you can't see them from the car. They're sitting there, just about to spark the skliff and a car with its lights off pulls around the corner and parks behind his ride.

Searchlights hit the field, but completely miss them. He can see that it's cops, and they've moved onto his car, searching it with their flashlights from the outside.

Everything that happened from this point on could have been avoided if he stayed put... but nope.

He decides to go say hi so he tosses the unlit skliff near a tree and walks over. The cop asks him what he's doing, if he's with his girl... shit like that. He says he is, and brings the cop over to the picnic table to show him his ID.

When they get there the cop patted him down and found his rollies (the only weed he had was in the tossed joint).

Seeing the papers the cop throws out a "So where is it?"...

From here my brethren could have done at least five things; (1) Where's what? (2) Sorry dude, I dusted it when you pulled up. It's in the grass if you want to look. (3) Just finished it. (4) They're just for fixing broken smokes, honest. (4) You can straight up, eat a bowl of dicks.

But again... nope.

My friend (what the fuck) responds with, "Ok, I'll be honest with you..." and actually walks over and picks up the fucking joint that the cop had just unsuccessfully looked for. He picks it up and says "this is all I had,"... and the cop smiled.

He got tossed in the cop car, given a 'promise to appear', and all that shit.

During all of this he asked a few questions; what's going to happen, is this going to be on my record, are you going to let me off because I was honest, are you going to let me off because I'm a fucking retard... blah blah blah.

The cop said he wouldn't be charged, just fined, and it wouldn't be on his record.

All lies.

So he's relieved after hearing this and relaxes a little. He's still in the cop car but with the door open and the cop right next to him. No cuffs.

The cop then holds up the joint for him and says "here ya go... ". My friend just stared at him for a second. Then the bastard cop smiles and shuts the door. My friend called him a crackass motherfucker out the front door but didn't get a response.

From here there was a little bit more bullshit, but he was eventually released. Him and the girl take off and he goes to a friends house who has lots of experience with this particular situation.

After showing the 'promise to appear' and his ticket his man starts laughing uncontrollably. It's the same shit (T-9) that has brought him to court 14 times. Lots of legal bullshit, but it was an actual charge, not just a fine like the cop had said.

Anger sets in. Betrayal, lies, stupidity, should have kept my mouth shut, fucking cops.

So there you have it. We all know that he should have kept his bloody mouth shut, but do you think the cop should have let him off due to his honesty?

Let me know what you think about this whole ordeal:
Click here to share your thoughts with Kyle Bermer so he can study and manipulate them. Then stick them back in your head and gain control of your body for his own twisted use.

This whole incident shows how you should lie to everyone all the time. Other than friends, why bother telling anyone the truth? When someone asks you a question most people feel inclined to answer honestly, I think everyone should purposely lie. Oh damn, what a commotion that would cause.

Try it out for a day and let me know how it worked out for you.

Off Topic:

Ever been to the site Everything I Hate? Well it's been moved to a real server and taken up the name SOCIETY FOR SALE. Seriously now folks, this is one of the few sites around that I have some respect for and it's honestly worth a visit. Click here to visit Society for Sale now

If you're one of the people asking why there haven't been Bitches posted recently here's your explanation; I'm out of server space, and have to scrap together some cheddar to buy some more room. The problem will be solved soon, and I'll make up for it, promise.

Oh, and don't think that there aren't any bitches to look at. Don't forget about the Sexy Bitch Archive, and the Random Sexy Bitch viewer.

Check it out, someone else who didn't like getting booted from the ever so popular Top 24.

You have a new entry in your Alxnter Guestbook (druglife guestbook).

Sent: Sat Jun 30 21:50:47 2001
Sent from: 195.92.67.71 -

Name: MR MOFFSTARR

FUCK U AND UR SHIT DRUG LIFE FULL OF INTERNET JUNK !! UR A FUCKING TWAT AND I WILL HACK UR SHIT AND DESTROY ALL OF IT 4 EVER HAHAAAA U FUCKING PRICK

Cool, this site's too much work anyways.

Reader Mail
From: Mr Moffstarr Subject: User Feedback

MOFFSTARR writes:

THANKX U CUNT I HOPE U GET CANCER AND DIE

That makes two of us.

Doing something you like and an hour will take 2 seconds, doing something you don't like and it will take a day.

That's not just relevant to a day at work, it's applicable to life itself. Have a good time, enjoy yourself and your life will be over before you know it. If you get trapped in a lifestyle you hate your life will last an eternity.

Dr. Uglife's Memory Test

CAN YOU GET THIS ON THE FIRST TRY!

READ FIRST....THEN OPEN PICTURES!

This takes only a few seconds...

It's hard, so good luck finding four or five things! This is a simple psychoanalytic test to measure your memory. Open the first superman picture. Memorize it and open the second. Without reopening the first try to note each of the differences between the two pictures. There are at least three. If you can find five or more, you are of above average intelligence.

IMAGE #1 | IMAGE #2

Webmaster Mail in response to the review of Sticky Keys.
From: wcTrout Subject: thanks for the mammaries

ciao mr drug

saw your review of my site and find it less then endearing.
please remove my review or at least look at my site when your on a better chemical supplementary.

I can't remove your review, because I can't change the past, it just isn't right. I'll try to check out you're site next time I'm on acid though, that's the best 'chemical supplementary' I can think of.

some of the things that you say are incorrect are" Some cool pics too.

i have more pics on my site then any of the sites you list.

your evaluation of web design shows your total lack of comprehension as to what sticky keys is about and that you didn't really look at it.

You're right, I was drunk and high remember?

SK is low bandwidth paper bag pixelating. period. it is designed that even ppl in the 3rd world with out of date computer, slow connections no java can access it.

Good shit, even the less fortunate people of the world need a EroSatiric Post-Porn Zine.

the color scheme is world not american. have you been to india africa asia or even south of the border.

So that's what 'world color scheme' looks like. I live in Canada, south of the border is off limits to me, they have guns there you know. And yes, I've been to Jamaica and Cuba, but don't remember seeing any pink newspapers.

as you noted it is easy to navigate.

as far as the writing goes my zine has won many of the most notable awards on or off the net and is mainly funded by grants because of it's content

Then why can't you take a "bad" review graciously? I'm still sending you traffic aren't I?

what pissed me off about your review is this

'Don't be fooled into thinking that because they're bad at web designers they're bad writers.'

Yea, well... Would you rather be bad web designers AND bad writers?

is this english

i am going to remove your link. Okay
please remove mine. NO!... ok. You're off the Top 24, happy?
why? Why not?
because we are not a e/n site. I've heard that before.
this is my mistake, since i don't even know what E/N means

You're not e/n, but you don't know what it is?.. but then... ah, fuck it. (Everything/Nothing)

good luck
wc

Christ, and here I thought I was being nice.

Druglife's DICTIONARY OF BAR PHRASES:

1. "YOU GET THIS ONE, NEXT ROUND IS ON ME."
(We won't be here long enough to get another round.)

2. "I'LL GET THIS ONE, NEXT ONE IS ON YOU."
(Happy hour is about to end... beers are now a dollar, but by the next round they'll be $4.50 a pop.)

3. "HEY, WHERE IS THAT FRIEND OF YOURS?"
(I have no interest in talking to you except as a way to get your attractive friend into a compromising position.)

4. "WHAT DO YOU HAVE ON TAP?"
(What's cheap?)

5. "I'LL HAVE A GLASS OF HOUSE WHITE." (FEMALE)
(I'm easy.)

6. "I'LL HAVE A GLASS OF HOUSE WHITE." (MALE)
(I'm gay.)

7. "I'LL HAVE AN AMARETTO & O.J." (FEMALE)
(I'm really easy.)

8. "I'LL HAVE AN AMARETTO & O.J." (MALE)
(I'm really gay.)

9. "DO YOU HAVE ANY SAMBUCA?"
(I want to make my friend really sick so we can all laugh at him in the morning.)

10. "EVER TRY A BODY SHOT?" (MALE TO FEMALE)
(I am even willing to drink tequila if it means I get to lick you.)

11. "EVER TRY A BODY SHOT?" (FEMALE TO MALE)
(If this is how wild I am in the bar, can you imagine what I'll do to you in bed?)

12. "CAN I JUST GET A GLASS OF WATER?" (FEMALE)
(I am really annoying, but cute enough to get away with this.)

13. "CAN I JUST GET A GLASS OF WATER?" (MALE)
(It's 6:00 am and I just stopped drinking an hour ago. Hell, probably spent half my paycheck in here last night, it is the least you can do for me.)

14. "I DON'T FEEL WELL, LET'S GO HOME." (FEMALE)
(You're paying more attention to your friends than to me.)

15. "I DON'T FEEL WELL, LET'S GO HOME." (MALE)
(I'm horny, let's fuck.)

16. "WHO'S GOT THE NEXT ROUND?"
(I haven't bought a round in almost 3 years, but I am an expert at diverting attention.)

17. "EXCUSE ME." (MALE TO MALE)
(Get the hell out of the way.)

18. "EXCUSE ME." (MALE TO FEMALE)
(I am going to grope you now and blame it on the crowd.)

19. "EXCUSE ME." (FEMALE TO MALE)
(Don't even think about groping me, just get the hell out of my way.)

20. "EXCUSE ME." (FEMALE TO FEMALE)
(Move your fat ass. Who do you think you are anyway? You're certainly not all that, missy, coming in here dressed like a ho..And get your eyes off of my man, or I'll slap you like the slut you are, bitch.)

21. "THAT PERSON LOOKS REALLY FAMILIAR."
(Did I sleep with him/her?)

22. "I DON'T HAVE MY ID ON ME." (FEMALE)
(I'm 16.)

23. "I DON'T HAVE MY ID ON ME." (MALE)
(I don't have a license since I got pulled over and blew a .4 after my last visit here.)

24. "NO, REALLY, I'M OK TO DRIVE."
(I'm wasted, and I'm too embarrassed to have anybody see who I'm going home with.)

25. "I'M NOT USED TO THESE DARTS."
(I can't throw anything smaller than a pool cue when I'm this bombed.)

26. "LET'S GO OUT TO MY CAR AND GET SOME CIGARETTES."
(MALE TO FEMALE)
(You would look great face down in my lap.)

27. "I'VE HAD LIKE 10 BEERS ALREADY."
(I've only had 3 but need an excuse to behave this way.)

And now for something completely different:

Two bad jokes sent in from Ass Down;

Q: What's the difference between a white gerbil and a brown
gerbil?

A: The white one got away!

These two queers were walking along on the sidewalk and see
this dog lying on the ground licking its balls.

One queer says, "Gee, that looks fun."

The other says, "Go ahead, he looks friendly to me."

Check out this old but great interview with the man, Mr. Leary.

Check out the Druglife Forum and the improved Top 24.