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    Fried-day, April 6. Lick it, Suck it. 1:00am. State of Mind: High/Drunk
 

Pure skliff

Our entire legal system runs on honesty. Judging someone innocent or guilty, putting someone away for life, it all runs on the word of someone you must assume is trustworthy.

Someone takes the stand and swears to "god" (small "G" on purpose) that they won't lie.

What if that person was me, someone who doesn't accept "their" rules, or "their" religion. What if that person was me and fucked with the system just for the hell of it. I could get called in for jury duty and someone's life would be in my hands, the hands of someone that crossed their fingers and swore to a god they don't believe in. Fuck the DNA evidence, they're innocent... fuck you too.

What if everyone was like that? Everyone could completely fuck with the system and it could do nothing but crumble.

I'm going to court over a goddamn parking ticket in a few weeks. When I'm there my case, my testimony, will be based on my word, a word that they don't know to be trustworthy; "Yea, I wasn't even parked on the road. I woke up and my car had a ticket sitting in my driveway. What the fuck, I'm not paying for this shit," My word verses the cops; Crackass drugged-up system hating mother fucker verses an uptight Baptist racist classiest fascist bigot cop on a power-trip.


Car through house

I'll probably lose because cops and judges scratch each others backs, it's just the way it works. Still though, I'm going to try.

The great tragedy behind all of this is that the only other option is a dictatorship. If everyone started lying the only way things could run smoothly is if someone took charge and told

people what the fuck was up. I don't know how I feel about a dictatorship though, there are so many crummy examples of them, namely Hitler of course.

And now for something completely different:

I have some shit going down and I just need to know... you down? Are you down with the Tactics? If she gives you Sciffaluffogous she's got to go.


Drunk Kyle in Hiding

Random drunk'n'high babbling can be taken as so much more. It better not have been you that stole my stash, I thought I could trust you Brethren.

Here are those really hot dyke pictures I was talking about:

Dyke | Dyke | Dyke | Dyke | Dyke
Dyke | Dyke | Dyke | Dyke

 
   
    Wednesday, April 4. Long. 6:00pm. State of Mind: High
 

Right now I'm coming down from my high and I wish I was in a different place. My eyes are super heavy and a nap just isn't a good idea at this time of night. A nap at this time will fuck with your internal clock, straight up.

I got a positive response to the pictures I posted yesterday. Because of this I give you an encore presentation with more than quadruple the pictures originally posted. (Special thanks to buzman for sending them my way.)

Meat | Meat | Meat | Meat | Meat | Meat | Meat | Meat
Meat | Meat | Meat | Meat | Meat | Meat | Meat
Meat | Meat | Meat | Meat | Meat | Meat | Meat | Meat
Meat | Meat


How very true.
What do you think of all this nonsense? My head/neck is so swore right now I'm convinced I have Meningitis. I know I don't but I'm just one of those people
that turns into a narcissist after they find out what the hell it is. People like me have to stay away from shows on the Discovery channel that depict plagues such as Ebola and Gonorrhea, if I see it, I catch it.
Thursday, April 5. Again. 1:40am.
Pic/Video/Link Cube'o'Fun
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Well call it the daily double or just call it laziness, but I'm finishing a post several hours after starting it.

I woke from my nap, smoked a few more fatties and here I sit again, rejuvenated.

Now that I have a little bit of energy it's time to go back to sleep. Damn, can I ever win? Nah, fuck all that, my bed is the best place to be, you should swing by and I'll prove it to you.

I have some more nice pictures of dykes going at it to post, but I'm going to wait until tomorrow. Hell, I need to come up with some reason for you to come back.

Take a second to vote in the new drug poll, I did. For me nothing cures the munchies like a beer, some beef jerky, and another joint. If you have any funny drug related stories send them my way, you won't regret it.

I make a deal here make a deal there, fuck a bitch here fuck a bitch there yea. - Eazy-E

 
   
    Tuesday, April 3. Hey. 10:00pm. State of Mind: Sober
 

It's good to be back, and I hope that you all got a kick out of my little adventure as an MD. If you missed Dr. Uglife's temporary layout you can catch a glimpse of it by clicking here.

For those of you who e-mailed me worried and concerned to what the hell was happening, thanks. For all of those who e-mailed

me asking what happened to the site and what Dr. Uglife meant, think about it. Ok, take out the period and think a little harder.

Enough about all of this, lets move on to something a little less interesting.

Once again my brain is broken. My constant headaches are growing worse and waking me up in the middle of the night. It's fucking horrible, having your brain feel as though it's trying to push its way out of your ears isn't fun.

Sex | Sex | Sex | Sex | Sex | Sex | Sex | Sex | Sex

I can't handle staring at a computer monitor any longer, I'm going to go sit in a dark corner and try to coax my brain into being nice to me tonight.

 
   
    Saturday, March 31. Fun. 3:35am. State of Mind: Higher
 

Four Black Rum and Barks, 11 bowls, 2 muscle relaxants: The recipe for and interesting time. Around the third drink everything goes pear shaped and it's just nonsense from then on out. What did you do tonight? Really? K-Y or Astro Glide? Pervert.

I'm going to tell you a true story based upon an incident that took place at my work today. I'm at this truck rental place today and we get a call from some community center four towns away telling us to come get our truck off their fucking field. The truck had been there for three weeks.

Turns out whoever rented it had some sick ass plans for it, check this shit

out. We get there and have to break into the truck because we don't keys. Then we spend an hour jumpstarting the thing, but this is still just the beginning. We go out to check the back part, where you put your shit, and it was filled with the sickest fucking crap.

In the back of this truck there was the weirdest shit I have ever seen. There was a bunch of onions, already cooked Kraft Dinner with the spoon still in the pot. Tons of empty booze and prescription bottles. Everything was completely covered in puke! It was the rankest smell I've ever had the displeasure of smelling. To top it all off, (let me remind you this is a true story) there's a cardboard box taped up with a dead fucking cat in it! Swear to AL!

Not only are the animal people doing a full criminal investigation into the freak who lived in this truck for three weeks, he's also going to be getting a bill that I estimate will be around $3,000. A normal truck rental will run you about $50.

There are some very sick people roaming the cities these days, how come I never get to meet any of them?

Just out of curiosity, who do you feel more sorry for? The guy whose life is so crummy he had to live in a puke filled truck for three weeks, or the cat that got killed due to its masters neglect. It's a tough call, I like animals and I have a cat that I could never do that to, but nobody should have to live like that guy. I think this is worthy of a little discussion.

Check out this personality tester, it tells you if you're compatible with someone. It's right here. I can think of a few friendly webmasters that may have some use for that... no names, your secret is safe with me.

I have some really nice images for you today. Check these out, I don't think that you'll be disappointed.

Holy Hell | Holy Hell | Holy Hell | Holy Hell
Holy Hell | Holy Hell | Holy Hell
Holy Hell | Holy Hell | Holy Hell | Holy Hell
Holy Hell | Holly Hell
Holly Hell

The intoxicating mixture of narcotics is taking its toll on me. I think that the best thing to do at this point is bust out a bowl and then stretch out and sleep until noon. Want to join me?

 
   
    Friday, March 30. Business. 1:15am. State of Mind: Sober
 

Well, there are two new buttons that you can use to link to druglife with. If

you were using the old druglife button and not running it off your server you will automatically be using the new one, no need to switch. If you were using the "Are you an ALien" button, feel free to switch over to one of the new ones. Click here for the code.

The site has been archived so you can check out the old stuff here, and the UPDATED Sexy Bitch Archives here. Christ, this page fills up faster than two shakes of a jackrabbit's ass. It seems like I'm constantly archiving, how fun.

You can also check out the Kyle Bermer Reality Tour© by clicking on the appropriate title on the left, or by clicking here.

Eye Candy | Eye Candy | Eye Candy | Eye Candy | Eye Candy
Eye Candy | Eye Candy | Eye Candy | Eye Candy | Eye Candy
Eye Candy | Eye Candy | Eye Candy | Eye Candy

Today's Sexy Bitch is really hot, make sure you check her out.

 
   
    Wednesday, March 28. Your druglife. 11:59pm. State of Mind: Sober
 

The only reason that this site exists is because of its readers. I don't think of this site as mine, I think of myself as the caretaker.

My goal for this site is to create a forum for the drug users of the world to gather, share stories, share information, and share common views. The druglife section and forum are the places where you can share your experiences with others who can relate to you. Check them out and share a thought, or take a minute and submit a story.

Now that that's out of the way...

And now for something completely different:

Ryan from I Smoke Crack sent me this picture today, check out his site for other crazy shit. I Smoke Crack.com
It's one of the few sites that I check out on a daily basis.

Another site that is on my short list of daily visits is Hate the Mainstream. I've been reading this site for several months and still find it a good read. Check it out, you won't be (intellectually) disappointed.

Check out this story someone sent me a link to:

In the wake of recent school shootings,

school officials across the nation are urging students to come forward with any information about possible threats. But the experience of the Tapia family of Lancaster, California, may give any potential informant pause... Click here to read the rest!

If I didn't make any threats and something like that happened to me, I'd be shooting the bitch who caused it all regardless. It makes me mad thinking that an innocent person got defaced because of some girl (that he probably used to call names) wants to get revenge.

Don't take that the wrong way. It has nothing to do with the fact that a girl caused the ordeal, if it was a guy I'd say the same thing. Hell, if I was a girl and a guy spread rumors saying I was a slut (even though they'd be true), I'd be shooting him too.

Show's over, I really don't want to get into a "killing, school shooting, bullshit judical system, anti-authority" rant right now, I better go get a drink before I get any more worked up.

Useless (wicked fucking hot) Images:

Oh Yea | Oh Yea | Oh Yea | Oh Yea | Oh Yea | Oh Yea | Oh Baby
Oh Yea | Oh Yea | Oh Yea | Oh Yea | Oh Yea | Oh Baby

Useless facts:

Michael Jordan has made more money from Nike annually than all of their factory workers in Malaysia combined.

One reason why marijuana is illegal today is because cotton growers in the 1930's lobbied against hemp farmers-they saw it as competition.

Stewardesses is the longest word typed with only the left hand.

The ant always falls over on its right side when intoxicated.

In ancient Rome, the law stated that prostitutes were to either dye their hair blonde or wear a blonde wig to separate themselves from the upstanding brunette female citizens of Rome.

 
   
    Tuesday, March 27. druglife. 10:05pm. State of Mind: Drunking
 

It's all over with. My father came to me with questions about the letter again and I played it cool and covered my ass. He seemed concerned about my involvement with a "dating service" (AFF) and saying they were an affiliate of mine wasn't good enough for him. I simplified it a little and said they pay me to put up their ads, this was acceptable for him.

He asked me again why it said druglife, this time I told him that it was my assigned screen-name. He probably didn't know what the fuck I was talking about but didn't ask due to fear of sounding "un-hip".

After today I will stay away from posting reader mail for a while. I just want you to take a peek into the love you all give me. Here's a little bit of the mail I received in regards to my predicament. As you will see most readers of druglife are too high to offer any real advice, just relay their condolences.

Reader Mail:
From: Molly Subject: ooooohhhhh nnooooo

Hey, I was just reading your last post. A couple of things to say: a- I was looking at the site in the living room, with all the hippies, and they began to take an active interest in the activities on screen. I told them about your first gay crush and then *gasp* clicked on the picture of you. A violent fight broke out as to whether the nether regions depicted were yours or not. I say you would never do such a thing. Right?

Secondly, the getting caught thing would really inconvenience my day, I feel for you. Unfortunately I'm mad stoned and can't offer any advice.

Thirdly, My gay roommate thinks the guy with the shlong has a great stomach, and he cant keep his hands off all your girlie porn. Somethings up.

Goodluck, sorry about life.

Love, Molly

Well I'm touched, that's the second gay guy showing interest in me in the last day, I'm all man. Is the picture of the nether regions a picture of MY nether regions? Good question.

From: Jeremy Blair Subject: im here for you

just tell him it shouldnt matter what its called just tell him you take pictures from the net of bud or some other soft shit and make up these crazy stories and post them and everytime someone comes there you get paid hence the check tell him its no big deal if u think about it and try to walk away remain calm dont seemed worried or nervous and you should be good to go

From: Angela Subject: none

Dude - you should really consider taking that post down. It hurts my
friggin eyes to see it up there like a sitting duck, just waiting for
your pops to read it. Quite the pickle you're in - you're right, a
simple search returns your site...can't think of a good excuse at the
moment, just take the post down for Christ's sake!

Love your site, by the way...Angela

Seeing that people actually care makes me go a big mushy one. I'm sitting here drinking some Bacardi Black and Coke eating some Peanut Butter M&M's, and somewhere out there there's people thinking "damn, I wonder if Kyle's ok".

It's a bit of a head fuck, why would someone who's never met me give a fuck what happens to me? If I were in your shoes I'd be saying "heh, I hope he gets busted," or "better him than me". It's a strange feeling knowing somewhere out there there are minds focused on me.

And now for something completely different:

Reader Mail:
From: mind Subject: druglife

yeah your site is ok but some of the information isn't correct and umm alot of it is just bullshit. if ur going to make a site about drugs do it right, put some pictures of your buds & bongs on it and on the state of mind section you forgot a lot of shit. lol actually now that i think about it your site really isn't that good, *yawn* oh well. it could be a lot better and a lot of the content really just isn't needed at all. ok i'm done rambling now.

smoke dank.

-zackari
http://mind.scrapcode.com

Well Zackari, after checking out your site I must agree with you. Compared to how kick-ass your site is I must agree *yawn* that druglife "really isn't that good".

I don't think this guy has a clue about what he's saying. I also think he sucks so much cock his mouth looks like a pussy. I'm not going to respond to this further as I find it a complete waste of time.

From: mind Subject: none

one more thing.. to clear your system you don't drink Drano, you drink Cranberry Juice and Cranberry Tea, a lot of it. that's all.

-zackari

You again? Well, I'm glad you have the intelligence to recognize a joke. Don't you think that Drano is a little bit to potent to drink? Little own clean your system. If you did drink Drano or Javex I'm pretty sure you'd be dead or at least REALLY sick in no time at all. Thanks for the pointer Zack, you probably just saved a few dozen lives.

Remember everyone, Cranberry Juice, NOT Drano.

The Penis Study:

In 1993, the American Government funded a study to see why the head of a man's penis was larger than the shaft. After one year and $180,000.00, they concluded that the reason the head was larger than the shaft was to give the man more pleasure during sex.

After the US published the study, France decided to do their own study. After $250,000.00, and 3 years of research, they concluded that the reason was to give the woman more pleasure during sex.

Canada, unsatisfied with these findings, conducted their own study. After 2 weeks, a cost of around $75.46, and 2 cases of beer, they concluded that it was to keep a man's hand from flying off and hitting him in the forehead.

 
   
 
 

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