Chaotic Coffee Klatch (tea also available)

No tequila for you. Lol
OMG. I love tequila. Sadly I also have stories that involve (1) much fun (2) way too much tequila and (3) not being able to look at tequila for literally years.

I had a friend who quit drinking because he drank a lot of tequila and fell asleep in front of the woodstove and only woke up because his socks were on fire.
 
It is a gateway drug, TO THE FRIDGE.
I've done other stuff partying but haven't for a year or so since I stopped going to parties lol.

I literally ask people if they prefer me stoned and "normal" or on medication and a zombie?

Sorry got distracted by my dog dragging cow poop through the house 🙄

The gateway to the fridge was my biggest issue back in the day when I still danced hard to stay away from all the crap foods I craved, but in saying that the mind to muscle connection was so extraordinary there is no way I would have stopped smoking. All of my best performances were done high as a kite 😂

Plus there are a BILLION studies (roughly 🤣) that have shown that it's not a gateway drug.

People are fucking stupid. Weed is a billion times less damaging than alcohol on so many levels.
People are fucking stupid and ignorant I could print out every single one of those studies and still get argued with over it 😂
 
my biggest issue is no off switch. I need like a stern babysitter if I go out. And normally I just end up leading my babysitter into debauchery instead. I also have this odd attraction to water, luckily I have the built in floatation device, probably would have drown years ago. pools, hot tubs, ocean. kiddie pool, whatever lol.
I will be your babysitter. You can lead me into debauchery. I bet we'd have a lot of fun! 🤣
 
OMG. I love tequila. Sadly I also have stories that involve (1) much fun (2) way too much tequila and (3) not being able to look at tequila for literally years.

I had a friend who quit drinking because he drank a lot of tequila and fell asleep in front of the woodstove and only woke up because his socks were on fire.
oh geesh. flaming socks while a good store years later, probably not good at the time. I have managed to get like "sun burnt" at bondfires. Obviously no the right word, but you get the idea. never set myself on fire though. well except maybe dropped joints/cigarettes, but quick removal lol. Have you managed to avoid the flames?
 
Sorry got distracted by my dog dragging cow poop through the house 🙄

The gateway to the fridge was my biggest issue back in the day when I still danced hard to stay away from all the crap foods I craved, but in saying that the mind to muscle connection was so extraordinary there is no way I would have stopped smoking. All of my best performances were done high as a kite 😂


People are fucking stupid and ignorant I could print out every single one of those studies and still get argued with over it 😂
dogs man. I assume yours gets bored and rolls in cow poop, like mine does chicken poop.

that is some determination. sometimes I remembered where I put the remote.
 
dogs man. I assume yours gets bored and rolls in cow poop, like mine does chicken poop.

that is some determination. sometimes I remembered where I put the remote.
Any kind of poop to be honest as long as he's already had a bath first too.

I was pretty determined back in those days now I'm lucky if I remember to brush my hair 🤣
 
Sorry got distracted by my dog dragging cow poop through the house 🙄

The gateway to the fridge was my biggest issue back in the day when I still danced hard to stay away from all the crap foods I craved, but in saying that the mind to muscle connection was so extraordinary there is no way I would have stopped smoking. All of my best performances were done high as a kite 😂


People are fucking stupid and ignorant I could print out every single one of those studies and still get argued with over it 😂
It's ok, I was looking for my lighter 🤣
 
na, I got cops. I go all in on the cooky, rambling, flighty, and all over the place, that they are part amused, confused, but don't want to try dealing with paperwork with that, so they just tell us all to go home or rent a room lol.
oh, and before Diosax calls it, yes I do very much believe cop whispering is an advantage most easily practiced by white women. It takes a presumption that I am absolutely harmless, not a real criminal, and could not be anything but. After that, my humor can work, but I could not do it as man, and I do not think I'd be as successful if I was dark skinned because they would not so easily believe. I have exploited it from speeding tickets, to trespass, to indecent exposure, public intoxication, and possession, likely enough for intent to distribute. Cops used to always take my pot though. And this is just one of the many examples of why I know the system sucks and is grossly unfair.

oh eta public indecency. the sex in random spots thing has come up a few times.
 
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oh geesh. flaming socks while a good store years later, probably not good at the time. I have managed to get like "sun burnt" at bondfires. Obviously no the right word, but you get the idea. never set myself on fire though. well except maybe dropped joints/cigarettes, but quick removal lol. Have you managed to avoid the flames?

My best setting myself on fire story....

My very first car was a 65 VW Beetle, held together by chewing gum, and the rust in the floor was so bad that you had to slam your foot on the floor mat if you went through a puddle or you'd be splashed in the face. This has nothing to do with the actual story, but god I loved that car, so I raise a hypothetical glass to it.

Anyway, coming home from college, car packed to the gills, and in those days I smoked cigarettes. No a/c, of course, so driving down the interstate, windows open, smoking a cigarette... then later, I kept smelling smoke. And again. And again. And then I saw smoke. Behind me. I stopped. Apparently I'd knocked the flaming end off a cigarette, and it landed in a big foam pillow, which promptly started a slow smoulder. Probably lucky that I had the windows open, because that smoke was not at all good.

I grew up in Maine mostly. I have a thousand stories that involve fire. 🤣
 
My best setting myself on fire story....

My very first car was a 65 VW Beetle, held together by chewing gum, and the rust in the floor was so bad that you had to slam your foot on the floor mat if you went through a puddle or you'd be splashed in the face. This has nothing to do with the actual story, but god I loved that car, so I raise a hypothetical glass to it.

Anyway, coming home from college, car packed to the gills, and in those days I smoked cigarettes. No a/c, of course, so driving down the interstate, windows open, smoking a cigarette... then later, I kept smelling smoke. And again. And again. And then I saw smoke. Behind me. I stopped. Apparently I'd knocked the flaming end off a cigarette, and it landed in a big foam pillow, which promptly started a slow smoulder. Probably lucky that I had the windows open, because that smoke was not at all good.

I grew up in Maine mostly. I have a thousand stories that involve fire. 🤣
ah yes, we have all set our car on fire once.

your car reminds me of my plymoth fury, totally rusted, cinder blocks for seats, bought it for a pack of cigarettes, drove it up north for christmas, froze my ass of the entire time, died in front of a friends neighbors house, who bought it from me based on the gas in the tank lol.
 
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