Kids these days, with their silly pseudoephedrines. Like candy, that stuff. Whereas in my day it was all hardcore fentanyl analogues. Now those were some real designer drugs, jack.
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Chop up a patch with some Lumbo Sensi and friday turned into sunday. I liked the lollipops best myself.
I remember partying with this really hot chick after a Nirvana gig.. We fired up some primo herb painted with a little Wildnil.. and thats about all I remember.. When I woke up I was in a bathtub filled with ice and missing my left kidney.. but man, was that chick hot..
I know that gal.
And as a late-baby boomer in the mid 70’s, it was six fingers of gold weed for twenty bucks and shrooms the size of dinner plates, picked yourself, by the lawnbag full. Damned inflation.
Does nobody huff R-12 freon any more?
“might…” for the ozone layer, man.
It’s too hard to bootleg it in from Mexico…
Vectra
And to think, as an old fart, all I ever did was LSD.
When I couldn’t afford real designer drugs I’d draw a little Polo horse on my doobies.
I’m so ashamed.
I’ve come to believe that minor elective surgeries are worthwhile just for the fentanyl.
Wrong g-g-g-g-generation, Webb.
Punks.
In my day, we had to hike through six miles of waist-deep snow to reach our dealer. Sure, we only got stems and seeds, but we LIKED it.