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After an especially painfull wisdom tooth extraction I was given some heavy duty morphine laced painkillers to control the post op agony.

Dulled in a pleasant haze late last night I decided to introduce a quality bong into the equation. Utterly wankered within minutes, I was unable to find the light switch and crawled at sloth like pace in total darkness to my bed, where I sank into a state of coma like sleep.

The clarity of the dreams that came were atsonishing and to my surprise big A Force was the main player. He was fighting for the title against Paul Hodgkinson of all people and was being battered from pillar to post only to come back in the last round via the aid of some vastly oversized gloves. With one massive punch he knocked Hodgkinson onto a children`s seesaw which then propelled him into a filthy puddle.

Big Aud was sat on Adam Smith for the whole post fight interview whilst wearing a cardboard crown.

Audley dissapeard and was thankfully replaced by a young oiled up Tracy Lords offering me money to get busy with some bedroom gymnastics. Heavy pummel was imminent but just before the bed took some serious hammer I was woken by my my youngest daughter asking me if she had gym at school today.

I don`t smack my kids as a rule, but every rule has an exception. There has to be consequences to ruining such a dream.

The moral behind this? Redemption. Big Aud is going all the way.

I would also recommend the morphine/bong edge. Healthy wreckage for a Thursday night in and I feel fresh as a daisy this morning.

Good weekend to one and all. Peace.

forcefraser wrote:After an especially painfull wisdom tooth extraction I was given some heavy duty morphine laced painkillers to control the post op agony.

Dulled in a pleasant haze late last night I decided to introduce a quality bong into the equation. Utterly wankered within minutes, I was unable to find the light switch and crawled at sloth like pace in total darkness to my bed, where I sank into a state of coma like sleep.

The clarity of the dreams that came were atsonishing and to my surprise big A Force was the main player. He was fighting for the title against Paul Hodgkinson of all people and was being battered from pillar to post only to come back in the last round via the aid of some vastly oversized gloves. With one massive punch he knocked Hodgkinson onto a children`s seesaw which then propelled him into a filthy puddle.

Big Aud was sat on Adam Smith for the whole post fight interview whilst wearing a cardboard crown.

Audley dissapeard and was thankfully replaced by a young oiled up Tracy Lords offering me money to get busy with some bedroom gymnastics. Heavy pummel was imminent but just before the bed took some serious hammer I was woken by my my youngest daughter asking me if she had gym at school today.

I don`t smack my kids as a rule, but every rule has an exception. There has to be consequences to ruining such a dream.

The moral behind this? Redemption. Big Aud is going all the way.

I would also recommend the morphine/bong edge. Healthy wreckage for a Thursday night in and I feel fresh as a daisy this morning.

Good weekend to one and all. Peace.

I nicked some from my gran when I was 12 and tried to smoke it in a pipe, didn't work at all. It was the sachet of redish crystals, meant to be dissolved in water...

Tomasino wrote:

forcefraser wrote:After an especially painfull wisdom tooth extraction I was given some heavy duty morphine laced painkillers to control the post op agony.

Dulled in a pleasant haze late last night I decided to introduce a quality bong into the equation. Utterly wankered within minutes, I was unable to find the light switch and crawled at sloth like pace in total darkness to my bed, where I sank into a state of coma like sleep.

The clarity of the dreams that came were atsonishing and to my surprise big A Force was the main player. He was fighting for the title against Paul Hodgkinson of all people and was being battered from pillar to post only to come back in the last round via the aid of some vastly oversized gloves. With one massive punch he knocked Hodgkinson onto a children`s seesaw which then propelled him into a filthy puddle.

Big Aud was sat on Adam Smith for the whole post fight interview whilst wearing a cardboard crown.

Audley dissapeard and was thankfully replaced by a young oiled up Tracy Lords offering me money to get busy with some bedroom gymnastics. Heavy pummel was imminent but just before the bed took some serious hammer I was woken by my my youngest daughter asking me if she had gym at school today.

I don`t smack my kids as a rule, but every rule has an exception. There has to be consequences to ruining such a dream.

The moral behind this? Redemption. Big Aud is going all the way.

I would also recommend the morphine/bong edge. Healthy wreckage for a Thursday night in and I feel fresh as a daisy this morning.

Good weekend to one and all. Peace.

I nicked some from my gran when I was 12 and tried to smoke it in a pipe, didn't work at all. It was the sachet of redish crystals, meant to be dissolved in water...

You could have put them up your bum

I can't remember if this stuff I just did a line of is cocaine or Ketamine but I BELIEVE!

clopixolacuphase wrote:I can't remember if this stuff I just did a line of is cocaine or Ketamine but I BELIEVE!

You're old enough to know better

Hunter S Thompson hasn't a patch on you hilarious DD
but never right Adam Smith and Audley that's some fucked up shit .

TJ77 wrote:Hunter S Thompson hasn't a patch on you hilarious DD
but never right Adam Smith and Audley that's some fucked up poo .

How come fucked gets past the firewall but s.hit becomes poo?

so does clint but not pudendum

palooka wrote:

Tomasino wrote:

forcefraser wrote:After an especially painfull wisdom tooth extraction I was given some heavy duty morphine laced painkillers to control the post op agony.

Dulled in a pleasant haze late last night I decided to introduce a quality bong into the equation. Utterly wankered within minutes, I was unable to find the light switch and crawled at sloth like pace in total darkness to my bed, where I sank into a state of coma like sleep.

The clarity of the dreams that came were atsonishing and to my surprise big A Force was the main player. He was fighting for the title against Paul Hodgkinson of all people and was being battered from pillar to post only to come back in the last round via the aid of some vastly oversized gloves. With one massive punch he knocked Hodgkinson onto a children`s seesaw which then propelled him into a filthy puddle.

Big Aud was sat on Adam Smith for the whole post fight interview whilst wearing a cardboard crown.

Audley dissapeard and was thankfully replaced by a young oiled up Tracy Lords offering me money to get busy with some bedroom gymnastics. Heavy pummel was imminent but just before the bed took some serious hammer I was woken by my my youngest daughter asking me if she had gym at school today.

I don`t smack my kids as a rule, but every rule has an exception. There has to be consequences to ruining such a dream.

The moral behind this? Redemption. Big Aud is going all the way.

I would also recommend the morphine/bong edge. Healthy wreckage for a Thursday night in and I feel fresh as a daisy this morning.

Good weekend to one and all. Peace.

I nicked some from my gran when I was 12 and tried to smoke it in a pipe, didn't work at all. It was the sachet of redish crystals, meant to be dissolved in water...

You could have put them up your bum

No thanks!

You're no fun

palooka wrote:You're no fun

Tomasino wrote:

palooka wrote:You're no fun

Up the bum twice the fun but dont tell ya mum cos she'll want some.