i smoked pot about 5 times in my life. i think it sucks, but i also hate the smell and the taste more than the affect. the affect was okay, but the smell and the taste is what ruins it for me. actually pots the only drug i have used aside from caffiene, alcohol and drugs they gave me after my surgery. i never smoked cigs and i don't understand why anyone would want to. someone could give me all the reasons in the world but they just wouldn't be logical to me. plus it makes your breath and body smell really bad. i drink alcohol probably 5-10 times a year (even though when i go to nyc in a few days i'm sure i'll beat my average in 4 days).

and no these opinions i have formed were not because of my past of being a straight edger.

for those that can't get through 12 pages...

RECAP v2.0:

* tom and ollie
* fuck off pls
* fencing
* memories of tatooine
* more fuck off
* more quoting
* humping david bowie
* coffee beer and cigs
* tired
* hops
* genus designation
* plans come together
* enlightened party atmosphere
* bunk bags
* teen drunks
* american schools
* reformed straight edge

Jesus, how many posts in this thread do you make in a given day?

^^^ next gratuitous thread topic.

I'll fucking sue over intellectual property.

I don't smoke weed. It's not compatible with my brain.

Don't smoke weed...

...hash, however, is a different matter :)

decent hash is rarely come across around these neck of the woods, when I do smoke, which is not very often, I prefer tasty bud for it's more psychedelic qualities.

I have so many classic teen-vs-parents stories from my past. The advantage of growing up in a repressed middle-class Catholic household in the 60s and 70s. I could write a book.

I do not.

Thing is, this "legal weed" never got me high, not in the least. It didn't even smell like anything.

i was straight edge because of this (well, technically, i didn't know what "straight edge" was), even though i was one of the first in my class to try alcohol and cigarettes. i didn't start smoking "regularly" until senior year.

I didn't do anything, not even beer, until my freshman year of college. Of course, it didn't help being the high school principal's kid in small-town Iowa.

Keith Richards is rolling in his grave.

oh...wait.

nevermind.

carry on.

i was the only metal/punk kid in school, at least when i was in junior high and high school (or equivalents).

you have no idea!!!! but i'm still here, so not a lot harm done.

it was sweet because nobody was there to tell me what i should listen or what to wear to fit the mold.

I walked around my junior and senior year witha suicidal tendencies cap with the brim flipped up, a la this


my teachers would ask me if the hat was advertising my mental state.


S T!

translation always bastardizes the poetry of human communication and turns people into Jean-Baptiste Grenouille from Patrick Suskind's Parfum

I won't have legal weed in my house now. There was a chap staying here for a bit who had legal weed. It left a fucking awful smell behind. Absolutely revoluting, acrid air-AIDS, it was. Proper weed I don't mind, but that legal stuff can fuck off.

You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to porkmarras' mom again.