The following was sent to me as a drug story but it seems more like a whore story to me, you be the judge.

Slut Story
From: Meg Subject: fucked

I just broke up with my boyfriend, so I decided the best way to get over him was to hook up with someone as soon as possible. This guy who lives in an apartment above mine seemed the perfect candidate. I went to his place only to discover that his brother was much better looking, so after getting drunk, all of us except the first brother came back to my house. I just moved, so I only had one couch. I was really drunk by this time and started making out with boy. All of his friends except one left when my clothes started coming off. I looked over, fully naked at this point, only to see the friend masturbating and watching us! Boy quickly dismounted and threw him out. Luckily for him he was a really good fuck, so I allowed him to continue....

A few days later I went to his friends house with him. I usually dont get
along with girls, but erika, the other girl there, and I got along pretty
well. After being there for a hour or so, they all started injecting coke. I
am not into intravenus drugs, I didn't even know you could inject coke
actually, so I passed, but everyone else got really fucked. I just drank.
Erika started stripping, so I joined her. This made boy, in combination with the coke, really horny. It's really rude to fuck in someone else's bed, so the bathroom was our only other option. Unfortunately the bathroom door was made of solid glass. We fucked up against it anyhow. When we came out, we received a round of applause and Erika said " I had to pee, but you had such a good rhythm going, I didn't want to interupt" I can't really remember much else, but I woke up in my bedroom with terrible gut rot and a million bruises...

If you have any stories like this send them in, you know you want to.

You know I hate cops but these one's are the exception, if all cops looked like these chicks I'd be getting arrested all of the time.

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More, much much more.

Enough self pity and on to the point. I went to my doc and got a prescription for some funky muscle relaxants (novo-cycloprine /cyclobenzaprine). Supposedly they will help my head, but so far they're just making me numb and sleepy, maybe I should triple dose. Now that's an idea!
Additionally I had some x-rays taken of my noggin, if nothing bad shows up they're telling me I should get a cat scan done, I don't know how I feel about that though.

I'm predicting they find a large caked up deposit of old coke building up somewhere near my brain. A mixture of blood, coke, fluid and shmegma... I bet it would make one hell of a topping for an extra bloody steak. If that isn't the case they'll probably just find some life-threatening tumor. I'm pretty impartial; either verdict is kosher with me.

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I shouldn't say that, I have lots of drugs to do before I croak. My life will be meaningless and completely incomplete if I die before trying peyote. Remind me of that if I ever talk about killing myself.

And now for something completely different:

Drug Story:
From: Shorty Bobness Subject: this is fucked

Anyway me and like 12 friends get a motel 6 room. We put on some screwed music and started playing dominoes, eating, watching TV etc. then Dameons friend comes with the acid. I took 2 drops for my first time....then they tell me each drop is like 2 doses because this guy put in double the acid in his drops. then they tell me a drop is 4 times more effective then on paper... I calculated that I had had about 16 doses and then things started going bad. My gf called and I told her my calculations and she called me an asshole for scaring her and doing so much and then hung up on me. Then I started forgetting things like where I was, who my friends were, and ....Click here to read the rest!

That is a really cool story. If I were you I would go smack each and every guy I was with for sending my trip in the wrong direction. A head full acid is a dangerous thing unless you're relaxed and in a "positive" environment.

Smoke Break: Inhale | Exhale | Inhale | Exhale | Better

Acid can be a real mind fuck, but it's important not to get the wrong idea about it. If you keep your cool and don't over think everything you'll have the time of your life. I've found that when the "mind melt" starts... no matter what it takes, go to sleep. Sleep is the best way around the ugly come-down of acid.

Their is one top secret cure to get around the come down of acid though. I have never told anyone before so you must swear to secrecy before you read any further. Ready? Here goes:

More acid!

I changed the poll AGAIN, this time to something a little bit easier to deal with. The picture of all the sex moves can still be found here.

If the page seems a little short it's because everything has been moved over here. Additionally the Sexy Bitch Archive has been updated, you better swing on over and take a look at the accumulated whores featured on this page. Click here to check it out.

Their are two new sections on the menu to the left now, druglife's FAQ's for Woman, and Pick-Up Lines That Can Get You Killed. Check them out.

Just a reminder that you can send in any fucked up drug stories you may have. They will all be posted on the main page and then place in the druglife section: Send them in now!!

Interested in a link exchange? Want to see your site's banner on each of druglife's pages, or your button on the side? Just ask!!

Don't forget to check out today's Sexy Bitch.

1. Their is a new poll up, click here to see the list of positions to choose from. Don't forget the check off all that you like. (Click here to see the REALLY big full version of the picture.)

2. I don't smoke crack, but this guy does.

3. The image viewer was broken yesterday so here's the porn incase you missed it:

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Enjoy.

I'm sitting here by myself drinking a rancid mixture of vodka and some cheap frozen juice, it's quite horrible.

I'm not sure what is worse; How depressed I am, or how depressed I am about being depressed.

I hate depression. I've always disliked people who have shown signs of depression and took it as a lame attempt to get attention. Now that I find myself in this position I don't

know what to think. Do I press it all down and suppress it like I have so many other things?

My mother is a social worker (shrink) who always pushed me to "talk about my feelings" when I was growing up. I never did and I resented the hell out of her for trying to get me to. Now that we don't live together we get along pretty well though.

I remember the first time I really freaked her out just by saying something. She was going on about how "if you don't share your feelings they get bottled up and can come out in other ways" which I had heard numerous times. This time I responded with: "You don't have to worry about that Mom, I just push everything down as far as I can... then it gets so far down that I just cut it all off with my toenails," I thought it was a pretty cool smart-ass thing to say, but I really got to her. Ah well.

Throughout my childhood she sent me to four shrinks in an attempt to "cure" me. The longest I ever lasted was 3 sessions with this one dude stationed in a hospital just outside of Toronto. It was the worst place, I had to take the elevator down to the basement and walk through a maze just to site there and tell some hobo what he wants to hear. Pointless.

I gave up on shrinks before I gave them a chance. I have become my own doctor prescribing drugs on a regular basis.

Not feeling to happy today? Here, take 14 of these and call me if you wake up in the morning. Much more my style.

All this is too much, have some porn and get out of here:

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I'm feeling pretty good right now and it's a pleasant change. My head isn't throbbing and everything's going well so far.

My father is trying to send me to some militant rehab place a few cities away from where I live called Portage. Theirs no way in hell he's going to get me to go though.

I'm 6'3 and he's a little bigger than I am but theirs no way he could take me, I'd slap him around

no problem.

"Portage? Shut-up! I kill you in the face one time!!" *slap*slap*

That would be quite the experience, having an all out fight with your father. Imagine all that suppressed childhood rage you would expel, I bet you'd feel like a million bucks afterwards.

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Saturday night I went drinking and driving and had a great time. Toss a 24 in the back seat, roll up a few three papers and go for a nice long drive, I guarantee you'll have a good time.

A friend of mine and I drove around drinking and smoking for around three hours having a blast. One of the best parts is tossing the empties at cars that pass you. Fun fun fun.

Don't go drinking and driving, it's very bad. My mother used to work for MADD (Mothers Against Drinking and Driving) and I've heard some pretty sick stories of car crashes that you don't want to be a part of. Additionally if you get pulled over, even just for a blown tail light, you're fucked. You have open beer that you can't hide, and the entire car smells like the inside of a bong. It's not a very good idea.

The only reason I do it is because we're in a big truck that is impossible to flip, and anything we hit is going to get damaged, not us. The other reason I do it is because I couldn't give a fuck less about what the cops around here have to say. All we have to do is find some field to drive through, theirs no way that the cops could follow us.

Don't drink and drive, it's very bad!

And now for something completely different:

Druglife's list of things that men will never say:

1. I think Barry Manilow is one cool motherfucker.

2. No I don't want another beer. I have to work tomorrow.

3. Her tits are just too big.

4. Sometimes I just want to be held.

5. That chick on "Murder, She Wrote" gives me a woody.

6. Sure, I'd love to wear a condom.

7. We haven't been to the mall for ages, let's go shopping and I can hold your purse.

8. Fuck Monday Night Football, let's watch Melrose Place.

9. It's late. Put your clothes back on and I'll take you home.

10. Honey, I'm going to the store, do you need more tampons?

11. I know you just blew me, but I need a kiss.

12. I'm sick of beer, give me a fruit juice with a lemon twist.

13. That's wonderful, when will your mother be here and how long can she stay?

14. I wonder if my gorgeous neighbor knows that her drapes are open when she's getting ready for bed? Maybe I should tell her.

15. No way, you weeded the garden last week. It's my turn.

16. Better get rid of these old Playboy magazines. I don't look at them any more.

17. I understand.

18. This movie has too much nudity.

19. Damn, we're late for church!

20. No, I don't want to see your sister's tits.

21. Damn these onions, pass me a tissue.

22. Put some panties on for Christ's sake

23. I'm pulling over to get directions.

24. Here, you take the remote control.

25. That bikini is too revealing.

Imagine what life would be like if you just had two balls... no dick. You would feel so empty. I'm feeling sorry for that Bobbitt fellow right now, poor guy.

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Check out all of those. I assure you that they are all worthwhile, by that I mean that their are no hidden pay-per-click links, and no top 50 sites either.

I'm busy scheming trying to sort out my agenda for the evening. Let me know what you're up to, if it's interesting anyways.

I'm high and my head is throbbing, I think I should go get a little higher. I think you should too.