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Anonymous #19
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #18]
#11572503 - 12/02/09 08:15 PM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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I took some XHDSA-33l-Oxy-JDA-22-HCL-dietherone and raped my grandma.
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Anonymous #20
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #19]
#11572510 - 12/02/09 08:17 PM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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too many to tell
god damn
it just gets greasy out there
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Anonymous #21
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #20]
#11573599 - 12/02/09 10:33 PM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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Okay, so I lived with this cokehead once upon a time...
Our dude that had all the yayo connects was stayin' there too (Kevin), and the cokehead, let's call him "Scott", had all these benzo and opiate connections, and I was the weed guy, I always kept at least an ounce in a lockbox in my room. We had a shitty, shitty house, let me tell ya.
There was this black cat that Scott kept letting inside the house, because it was a stray and he was an animal lover. I had already taken one dog we tried to keep that destroyed a buncha books to the pound, and this cat was on the same road. Every day for the past week, consistently, the cat had shat in the tub.
Nasty, garbage-y, foul, stray cat shit ALL in my fuckin' tub.
Anyways, we had stayed up from the night before fucked up on klonopins, bong rips, and constant key bumps. So me and Kevin were sittin' in the living room, doin' key bumps smokin' a blunt watchin' Repo Man with Emilio Estevez, when I said
"man, I swear to god if that cat shits in the tub again we should just kill it"
Kevin replies: "I'm fixin' to, I'm tired of that shit. I think it's sick anyway..."
The next morning, no sleep, but a few movies and a sunrise later, Kevin finds cat shit in the tub.
He then proceeds to bait the cat to the back door with calls of: "Here kitty kitty kitty" and the shaking of a food bag.
I am paying attention, but I don't think he's going to kill it, I just figure he'll lure it close and kick it or throw water at it or something.
When the cat shows up on the back porch, Kevin comes back inside and puts on a pair of those long, yellow dishwashin' gloves, and picks up an old, blunt, folding buck knife with a serration and about a four inch blade.
At this point I become worried.
Feeling kind of scared, and curled up on the couch in the living room, I can hear the beginning sounds of a cat in the throes of struggle, I'm feeling bad for what's happening, but what am I to do? I hear more violent cat squawlin' and I decide to save the beast before it's too late. So I run to the backdoor and just as I throw my head out and say "C'mon man! Let it go!"
My friend kevin turns his head from choking and stabbing to say "It's too late..."
I see the puddle of blood under the struggling creature, and Kevin's hand at its throat, his knife twisting at the underside of its jaw.
(There's gotta be at LEAST a gallon of blood in a cat.)
I run back to couch in the living room, and start snorting at part of a chunk I had broke up on a mirror.
Kevin put the beast in a pillow case, and then a garbage bag, after about another 10 minutes of shallow stabs, and futile struggle.
I have been trying to erase the memory of that day since.
Probably the single most traumatizing event of my life (and I was there when they turned off my mom's life support) no one should have to hear or see someone murder a stray cat with a dull knife.
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Anonymous #20
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #21]
#11573736 - 12/02/09 10:53 PM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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Quote:
(There's gotta be at LEAST a gallon of blood in a cat.)
i almost fell out my chair
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Anonymous #20
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #20]
#11573741 - 12/02/09 10:54 PM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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laughing
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Anonymous #19
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #21]
#11573795 - 12/02/09 11:00 PM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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Cocaine's a hell of a drug.
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Anonymous #20
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #19]
#11573967 - 12/02/09 11:21 PM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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yes it sure is
reminds me of some of the times DSG did stupid things
like the time that he smoked meth for like a week straight
then he went out by the barn and saw jesus there
jesus told him what he was doing was wrong
so daniel just fell to his knees and began to weep
oh the humor
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Anonymous #21
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #21]
#11574078 - 12/02/09 11:40 PM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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Quote:
Anonymous #21 said: Okay, so I lived with this cokehead once upon a time...
Our dude that had all the yayo connects was stayin' there too (Kevin), and the cokehead, let's call him "Scott", had all these benzo and opiate connections, and I was the weed guy, I always kept at least an ounce in a lockbox in my room. We had a shitty, shitty house, let me tell ya.
There was this black cat that Scott kept letting inside the house, because it was a stray and he was an animal lover. I had already taken one dog we tried to keep that destroyed a buncha books to the pound, and this cat was on the same road. Every day for the past week, consistently, the cat had shat in the tub.
Nasty, garbage-y, foul, stray cat shit ALL in my fuckin' tub.
Anyways, we had stayed up from the night before fucked up on klonopins, bong rips, and constant key bumps. So me and Kevin were sittin' in the living room, doin' key bumps smokin' a blunt watchin' Repo Man with Emilio Estevez, when I said
"man, I swear to god if that cat shits in the tub again we should just kill it"
Kevin replies: "I'm fixin' to, I'm tired of that shit. I think it's sick anyway..."
The next morning, no sleep, but a few movies and a sunrise later, Kevin finds cat shit in the tub.
He then proceeds to bait the cat to the back door with calls of: "Here kitty kitty kitty" and the shaking of a food bag.
I am paying attention, but I don't think he's going to kill it, I just figure he'll lure it close and kick it or throw water at it or something.
When the cat shows up on the back porch, Kevin comes back inside and puts on a pair of those long, yellow dishwashin' gloves, and picks up an old, blunt, folding buck knife with a serration and about a four inch blade.
At this point I become worried.
Feeling kind of scared, and curled up on the couch in the living room, I can hear the beginning sounds of a cat in the throes of struggle, I'm feeling bad for what's happening, but what am I to do? I hear more violent cat squawlin' and I decide to save the beast before it's too late. So I run to the backdoor and just as I throw my head out and say "C'mon man! Let it go!"
My friend kevin turns his head from choking and stabbing to say "It's too late..."
I see the puddle of blood under the struggling creature, and Kevin's hand at its throat, his knife twisting at the underside of its jaw.
(There's gotta be at LEAST a gallon of blood in a cat.)
I run back to couch in the living room, and start snorting at part of a chunk I had broke up on a mirror.
Kevin put the beast in a pillow case, and then a garbage bag, after about another 10 minutes of shallow stabs, and futile struggle.
I have been trying to erase the memory of that day since.
Probably the single most traumatizing event of my life (and I was there when they turned off my mom's life support) no one should have to hear or see someone murder a stray cat with a dull knife.
BTW y'all, this story is Gospel Truth, let it be a lesson to you. Cocaine and benzos can turn you into a cold, unforgiving killer. Oh yeah "Kevin" went on later to take it up the ass for coke and then he joined the army after he robbed his childhood church. Also fuckin' true.
-Mchaggis
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Anonymous #22
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #1]
#11574390 - 12/03/09 12:35 AM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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While hippi flipping, I borrowed a dollar from a stranger.
Bought a condom, and jacked off in a public washroom.
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Anonymous #23
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #22]
#11574406 - 12/03/09 12:38 AM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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I wiped my ass with my hand while high as fuck, I thought i had shit my pants and had to look.
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Anonymous #19
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #23]
#11574731 - 12/03/09 02:20 AM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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Quote:
Anonymous #23 said: I wiped my ass with my hand while high as fuck, I thought i had shit my pants and had to look.
Saying you 'wiped your ass' implies that you DID shit your pants, does it not?
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Anonymous #24
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #19]
#11575924 - 12/03/09 10:27 AM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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One time at a festival I was so fucked up on molly and acid I couldn't even make it to the bathroom to take a shit. I was very confused and high to the point my brain was actually frying.. Goodtimes goodtimes..
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Anonymous #6
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #24]
#11576312 - 12/03/09 11:47 AM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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While on a good dose of amps one day, swim was pondering sex while doing his daily routine. Though not unusual, the thought of sex and the high from the amps got swim really aroused.
He had been thinking all day about spending some one on one time with his schlong and trying to have the best orgasm he ever had. Swim is an avid masturbator and sex expert. It's his specialty.
He and his wife share a large lock box full of bedroom accessories in their closet. All day, swim had been thinking about what toys he could use, what lube and which videos he could watch to achieve full maximum erotic pleasure.
When swim got home that evening, he had several hours to himself. Knowing that a little simulation of the ol' prostate was in order, swim turned on the shower and pulled out the enema kit from under the sink. After washing up and shaving his taint and balls, SWIM gave his colon a good rinsing.
After getting out of the shower swim lubed his brown eye up with some slick lube and started working his sphincter loose with a small dildo. After some time, he got the stretch he needed to insert a medium sized vibrating plug, and then popped in a DVD of some really hardcore DP porn with his favorite actresses..
After slowly rubbing some heating oil into his shaft, swim used a sewing needle to pierce his foresking in a copule of places. This made swim heart race with pleasure in synergy with the amps he was on. After a few pricks in his prick, his member was at full attention.
Swim slipped on an adjustable lasso around his balls and the base of his cock and continued to give it a long lengthy good slow massage. After about 30 minutes of this, swin reached in his chest of goodies and pulled out an open ended cyberskin masturbating sleeve and lubed it up and slipped it over his lassoed erection.
The sensations from the pocket pussy, and the rock hard erection from having his cock and balls bound put swim on the edge of blowing his wad too early. He still had a couple of hours to kill. He slipped in another DVD and continued his evening self loving session. With the sensitivity getting almost unbearable, swim back off for a minute and massaged his the head sticking out of his masturbating sleve with two fingers while the pleasure toned down to a manageable level.
Swim knew he wouldn't last much longer, the vibration in his anus had his stiffie longer than ever, and the lasso kept it hard as steel. The cyberskin felt soooo wonderful moving up and down his shaft, he didnt think it could feel any better. In order to achieve the best orgasm he could, swim had one more trick up his sleve. He reached in his box of naughties and pulled out a 7 inch vibrating urethral sound. When the light gleamed off the surgical stainless still of one of swim's most loved devices, he almost blew his load upon sight of it.
He lubed up his pee hole and inserted the vibrating tip and then wiht the wieght of the device, he let is slide deeper and deeper into his shaft, expanding the width of his cock from the inside out. Once it reached his sweet spot, the turned on the vibes.
Swim looked up at the vido he was watching and it was at one of the naughtiest scenes on the dvd where a girl was getting pounded in her ass while doing the 69 with another girl. The guy on the movie kept going from ass to the other girls mouth laying underneath.
After 10 seconds of watching this with all the stimulation swim was recieving, his legs started to shake and his ass clenched the plug tightly. His dick turned a bright shade of red and he started to spasm. Swim took a deep breath and pulled out the urethral toy and squirted a shot of cum halway across the room, then another, and spunk wads kept flying.
Swim was in ecstacy. He layed on his side and removed the plug and the sleeve and the lasso. His body was still surging in ecstacy and his heart was pounding and the amps were really kicking in now. Swim opened the top drawer on his dresser and pulled out a cracker and a balloon and filled up a large hit of Nitrous. He grabbed his cock tight as he took a few inhales of nitrous, the furiously fapped his still erect member while watching the two girls on his screen finish off the actor. He came again immediatley.
But it felt too good to stop. Swim reached over and grabbed his urethral sound and inserted it again and continued to furiously fap without regard to the weight of the utrethral sound wiggling too and fro, stretching his pee hole even larger. The sensation of having it stretched felt so good, swim started to blow another load. He took the sound back out and inserted teh tip of his little finger and masturbated fast and hard while trying to force his little finger into his pee hole. Just as the tip went in, the feeling of the pain and the pleasure sent swim over the edge and he immediatley came again....
This time. he was spent. He laid in his floor with trembling afterglow feeling like he was on cloud 9 and like he was a little school girl slut at the same time. Swim had totally surrendered himself to his quest for pleasure. Swim cleaned up and thought about what the amphetamines had just driven him to do. He felt a little ashamed, knowing that he devours every ounce of pleasure he can create for himself. His balls ached, there were a couple of tiny bruises on his penis, and it hurt his piss opening when pee'd. But after another bump of speed, swim was ready to spend another hour with just him and his bird.
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Anonymous #20
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #6]
#11576460 - 12/03/09 12:22 PM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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lol you pulled that from hustler hollywood.
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Anonymous #6
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #20]
#11576490 - 12/03/09 12:28 PM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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Nah. That's all swim baby. Try googling any of those phrases. You'll see.
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Anonymous #20
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #6]
#11576500 - 12/03/09 12:30 PM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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one time i stole a boat and when i was done going around in it, i sank it. i wasn't even fuckin high.
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Anonymous #6
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #20]
#11576798 - 12/03/09 01:22 PM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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what kinda boat was it?
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Anonymous #21
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #6]
#11577864 - 12/03/09 04:16 PM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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Quote:
Anonymous #6 said: what kinda boat was it?
BTW I can't believe I read that whole jack-off spiel
I feel kinda violated now...
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Anonymous #20
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #6]
#11578069 - 12/03/09 04:44 PM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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Quote:
Anonymous #6 said: what kinda boat was it?
a little center console with a ~100hp mercury on it.
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Anonymous #25
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Re: Tell me fucked up depraved stories about you on drugs [Re: Anonymous #1]
#11578214 - 12/03/09 05:01 PM (14 years, 1 month ago) |
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i killed a man with my bare hands
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