To start off this miserable day I present you with this little bit of bizarreness curtosy of a real Druggalo.

Drug Story:
From: Tony Subject: My Story...

It was 22nd B-day recently, and I was visiting some friends in Reno. We went out to see Keyser Soze, a local Reno band at a bar. We had been drinking wine and beer all day, and smoking fat spliffs before we went out. We get to the bar, and we commence drinking. or should I say I commence drinking. Hey, when it's your b-day and everyone wants to buy you a drink, who am I to say no. Anyway, after only a hour and a half or so, I am sloshed off my @$$!!! Vodka Collins and pints of beer and shots of Tuaca (nasty shit!), Jack Danny, and god knows what!

I go outside to smoke a ciggy, cuz in Reno you can smoke almost anywhere, and me being a Cali guy, I'm not used to the haze of Camels and Pall Malls in my grill. This is where is gets hazy. After my death-stick, I go to get back into the club, but the bouncer tells me
that I'm ... Click here to read the rest!

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Drug Story #2:
From: Gorsh Gorshley

I remember the time when snorted a bunch of extacy and then I took some liquid acid. Shortly after that, I smoked a shit load of nuggets. I was really ripped. After that I did a couple whip its. Oh man I was funked up! All of a sudden, the room started spinning and the walls melted. Then the potato men came out and started chasing me around the room with their frying pans. I was so scared. The potato men beat me with their frying pans. and they told me I had to smoke all my nuggets with them, and if I didn't, they would tie me up and crack majigens on me. then everyone started chucking. All I could hear was CHUCK! CHUCK! So I smoked all my nuggets with them and we cussed at all the flying purple penguins.

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What's that? Still too lame? Try this one then: Like My Nude Photo?

Druglife's Presents: BEER TROUBLE SHOOTING GUIDE

SYMPTOM: Feet cold and wet.
FAULT: Glass being held at incorrect angle.
ACTION: Rotate glass so that open end points toward ceiling.

SYMPTOM: Feet warm and wet.
FAULT: Improper bladder control.
ACTION: Stand next to nearest dog, complain about house training.

SYMPTOM: Beer unusually pale and tasteless.
FAULT: Glass empty.
ACTION: Get someone to buy you another beer.

SYMPTOM: Opposite wall covered with fluorescent lights.
FAULT: You have fallen over backward.
ACTION: Have yourself lashed to bar.

SYMPTOM: Mouth contains cigarette butts.
FAULT: You have fallen forward.
ACTION: See above.

SYMPTOM: Beer tasteless, front of your shirt is wet.
FAULT: Mouth not open, or glass applied to wrong part of face.
ACTION: Retire to rest room, practice in mirror.

SYMPTOM: Floor blurred.
FAULT: You are looking through bottom of empty glass.
ACTION: Get someone to buy you another beer.

SYMPTOM: Floor moving.
FAULT: You are being carried out.
ACTION: Find out if you are being taken to another bar.

SYMPTOM: Room seems unusually dark.
FAULT: Bar has closed.
ACTION: Confirm home address with bartender.

SYMPTOM: Taxi suddenly takes on colorful aspect and textures.
FAULT: Beer consumption has exceeded personal limitations.
ACTION: Cover mouth.

SYMPTOM: Everyone looks up to you and smiles.
FAULT: You are dancing on the table.
ACTION: Fall on somebody cushy-looking.

SYMPTOM: Beer is crystal-clear.
FAULT: It's water. Somebody is trying to sober you up.
ACTION: Punch him.

SYMPTOM: Hands hurts, nose hurts, mind unusually clear.
FAULT: You have been in a fight.
ACTION: Apologize to everyone you see, just in case it was them.

SYMPTOM: Don't recognize anyone, don't recognize the room you're in.
FAULT: You've wandered into the wrong party.
ACTION: See if they have free beer.

SYMPTOM: Your singing sounds distorted.
FAULT: The beer is too weak.
ACTION: Have more beer until your voice improves.

SYMPTOM: Don't remember the words to the song.
FAULT: Beer is just right.
ACTION: Play air guitar.

So I'm sitting here at 3:40 and high again. Do you know where your kids are?

Reader Mail:
From: mauricio Subject: REALITY TOUR

is the reality tour a joke??
if not, r the chicks paid?
i dont have to agree on the
rehab clinic shit do i??

-mauricio

Yes it's real. The chicks aren't paid, they're just drunk. And yes, unfortunately you HAVE TO agree to the rehab clinic or the government will shut me down.

You have to understand that I've found a very tight loophole in business structure. If I don't follow the specific setup of the Reality Tour I'll be shut down and thrown in jail.

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From: Kris Subject: Drug life Fan

Hola,

I was just recently introduced to your site (like a month ago) and i haven't missed a day since. I love it. The first time I saw it, I was like, DAMN thats the page I would've made if someone else hadn't done it first!

okay enough with the well deserved ass kissing,

I like your hot babes, but I assume that "real" chicks send you their pics too (only because I seen 'em on the site before) What do you do with all those? and if I can't find em on druglife, where can I find 'em?

chicks with bongs rule, its a universal truth.

Thanks for making an awesome site!!!

Kris

...chicks with bongs rule, it's a universal truth. Send in your pics today!

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And now for something completely different:

I'm sick of this and I'm sick of that. I'm sick of weak drugs and having to hit the beer store five times a week. Friends, family, fights, tv, movies, driving, life.

But fuck it, no matter how tired you are of everything there's really nothing you can do. Well, unless you are motivated and willing to make some real changes in your life. Unfortunately I'm far to uninterested in self-improvement to put forth the effort to change for the better.

I'm constantly debating what's really real in life, what really matters. School, work, love, hate, nothing. Every time I come to the same conclusion; The only thing that really matters is being happy.

That sounds like something a dirty hippy would say but fuck it, it's true.

Drunk, high, sober; No matter what it is, if it turns your crank, do it!

"Time is never wasted when you're wasted all the time." - Catherine Zandonella

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Today is just another day of my life that began with confusion. When I awoke on the floor of some room I was overwhelmed with absolut disorientation.

I looked around but didn't recognize any of my unique surroundings.

I closed my eyes and my head hurt a little. My mouth tasted like beer and stale bong water.

I sat up to look around and noticed that there was some dude passed out on the bed

in the corner. I tried to think of who it could be but I drew a blank.

I checked for my cell phone, watch, and gear... nothing.

I looked around a little more and remembered hitting the beer store and my dealer the night before. It was starting to come back to me. From there I drove around grabbing a few friends from various places. We all went over to an old brethren's pad that had come home from out of town for the weekend. He's a communist.

Lots of booze, dope, and old memories followed. We had a great time sharing stories that had happened while we were in each others absence.

This went on for hours and only died down a little when the beer ran out. I remember to liven things up, we threw together another skliff and went to the side of the house to light up.

After that is when my memories get a little bit hazy again. I remember getting into a quarrel with a shady pizza guy, and talking on the phone ordering hamburgers. My last actual memory was of myself feeling a bit lightheaded, and trying to get comfortable on the couch.

If I was on a couch I thought, how did I end up here?

I got up and walked downstairs to get a glass of water. By the time I got downstairs I knew where I was. Doboy was the owner of the house and I didn't think he'd mind if I helped myself to a glass of water. I guzzled three glasses and started the search for my missing articles.

In the fridge I found four uneaten burgers. Odd, but no wallet. I went down to the basement and found all my gear on a table. In celebration I went outside and smoked a joint.

After the smoke I decided I didn't like the scene and headed for my car. Cruised home and took a nap. Do you see?

It's hours later, I'm high again, and I still don't know what happened. Where is my life going? Shit shit shit.

Fuck it, who cares. This is bullshit, what a crappy update.

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I wish there was food in this house.

We flood the market with meat straight from the baby farms and the veggies go nuts so we eat them too.

I'm so fucking hungry I'd gulp down some Taco Bell Grade D beef without a second thought.

Reader Mail:

From: Anon Subject: some love

Where can I begin, drugs I think are the gateway between life and reality. I mean just think about it it's like were living a dream. I wake up and I don't know what I want to do, smoke a fat blunt, drop some x, shrooms. It's amazing how all of theses things make u feel. I smoke weed every day 3 times a day etc…

But I don't think its bad I see everything totally different. Drugs help
u see the truth. Of what's really going on in life ... I hope u don't
think I am crazy because I am not. I just have a different perspective of everything. Me and all of my friends just do drugs. But I mean it in a
good way. This is how we all relate with each other. Every day about 6
or 7 of us get high drunk drop tabs whatever. But we don't go out start
fights or steal. We just like to get fucked up... females 2 I have a lot
of female friends who u wouldn't believe how much they smoke they kick it like fellas. Sometimes we go to raves and get fucked up chill and get fucked up. But no matter what the plan is weather to go to the movies or just to go out were all ways fucked up all day 24/7

p.s if I spelled any thing wrong its cuz I am on shrooms, everything I've
just told u is straight from the heart...

I'm not too sure but I remember either doing that, or seeing someone do that before. It's weird when your own memories are mixed in with others; it's kind of like not being able to remember if you were in that shootout, or if it was just a movie.

Don't do drugs. You sound young, it's not too late for you; Turn back now.

From: |nFeRn0 Subject: drug story

One time friend and I were walking downs some train tracks to go smoke a bowl, and then we stopped to light it up, and a train came by, so we waited for it to pass and then we smoked our weed and continued on our journey towards our friends house. Before we got there we realized that ... Click here to read the rest!

Manual labor is about as much fun as dog shit is fresh scented.

Smoke Break:

Don't leave home without it, Bastard Card.

So the page is short which means all of the old posts can be found here, and the Sexy Bitch Archive is flowing with even more bitches.

Hot chick with a cute pussy, what could be better? Maybe a hot pussy with a cute chick.

Check out this site, it completely ripped off the Wonderful World of Drugs section... word for word: Gabberhouse, click on drugs.

Looking for something to do? Try these:

- Join the Druglife Mailing List, click here.
- Check out the Top 24, click here.
- Take a walk over to the forum and smoke a joint, click here.
- Try a game, click here.
- Check out one of the Sections, click here.
- Wander over to the WWoD's and learn a little, click here.
- Search the entire Druglife website, click here.

Druglife Presents: A Lesson in Boy/Girl Diction

THINGY (thing-ee) n.
Female: Any part under a car's bonnet.
Male: The strap fastener on a woman's bra.

LESBIAN (lez-bi-an) n.
Female: A woman who makes love to other women.
Male: A woman who has sex with other women so men can watch.

VULNERABLE (vul-ne-ra-bel) adj.
Female: Fully opening up one's self emotionally to another.
Male: Playing cricket without a box.

REMOTE CONTROL (ri-moht kon-trohl) n.
Female: A device for changing from one TV channel to another.
Male: A device for scanning through all 75 channels every 2 minutes.

COMMUNICATION (ko-myoo-ni-kay-shon) n.
Female: The open sharing of thoughts and feelings with one's partner.
Male: Scratching out a note before suddenly taking off for a weekend with your mates.

BUM (bum) n.
Female: The body part that every item of clothing manufactured makes look bigger.
Male: The organ for mooning (and farting).

COMMITMENT (ko-mit-ment) n.
Female: A desire to get married and raise a family.
Male: Not trying to pick up other women while out with one's girlfriend.

ENTERTAINMENT (en-ter-tayn-ment) n.
Female: A good movie, concert, play or book, dinner with best mates.
Male: Sex, preferably with two lesbians.

FLATULENCE (flach-u-lens) n.
Female: An embarrassing by-product of digestion.
Male: An endless source of entertainment, self-expression and male bonding.

MAKING LOVE (may-king luv) n.
Female: The greatest expression of intimacy a couple can achieve.
Male: What women do while the man is shagging.

Go out, join a gym, lose weight, burn calories, get in shape.

Bullshit... non of that stuff is real... calories don't even exist... its all just a ploy to get you to the gym. Calories are just like time, invented by someone who wanted you somewhere so they could turn you into a slave and make money off of you. If you're late, you're fired.

Punch in, punch out, just like a good little robot.

anyone here? In my world, time doesn't exist.

When it comes to jobs, education and life, I'm a very confused person. Do you do what makes you happy, what you enjoy, or what makes you "successful" and "wealthy"?

I think that success and wealth shouldn't be based on possessions or money. Happiness in life IS success, a love for life IS wealth.

Everything can make sense and nothing is bad. Nothing is the end of the world. Think positively, it's the secret to life. If you can't think positively, try acid or suicide, you'll be better off.

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Thinking violent thoughts... thoughts about killing... thoughts about doing drugs... thoughts about ripping down the government: It's the way the world is becoming. School shootings aren't a bad trend, they're the future. Children aren't innocent anymore. Some wise philosopher (I can't remember who) said that children are like an empty book, and every experience is written into this book which comprises who they are. Kids books are getting filled with violence, anger and hate at such a young age they don't know how to deal with how this makes them feel. Do you see the writing on the wall?

Unless the fuckers that run the show now learn how to change the world they are going to completely lose control. If so by the time our kids are our age, murder and drug use will be legal.

Laws will be enforced by individuals: The reason you don't rob houses is because if you rob the wrong house you're going to get knocked the fuck out, and their isn't going to be any cops to help you.

The world is evolving, twenty years ago cops used to be looked up to and trusted. Now cops are rarely trusted and pretty much hated. I know several people (personally know them) who have gotten the shit beaten out of them by cops, for no reason at all. If this trend keeps up, twenty years from now things could only be worse.

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I find a girl and she pisses me off so I end up throwing her away. Sometimes I miss them though, so I fake a left and catch 'em with a right hook. Not really, hitting woman is wrong. Hitting them is wrong, but they are the cause of everything evil in this world. What, don't believe me? I have scientific proof that woman are the root of all evil.