Posts Tagged ‘cocaine’

What Zest for Life

Monday, June 8th, 2009

People are all bent out of shape about David Carradine going out because he couldn’t stop touching his dick. I don’t get it. I hope that when I’m as old as he was that I’m still running around in Thailand trying to get my rocks off. I’m only in my 20s and I’m concerned already. Every once in a while I have a day where I sleep through the night without waking up to jerk off. Is it time for me to start taking Cialis again?

Today’s revelations about his hands being tied over his head do nothing for me. They certainly aren’t going to convince me that this was anything other than accidental. Obviously David wasn’t alone in the hotel room, but that by no means makes this a murder. He obviously had a couple of 13-year-old hookers that he paid a quarter a piece helping him tie his genitals and throat up. It just goes to show that sometimes auto-erotic asphyxiation isn’t enough, which is a good thing because after spending my Sunday afternoon edging while playing with silk scarves around my neck I was beginning to think that I was maxing out. Unfortunately it seems my sexual addiction may have gone the way of my coke addiction. With both addictions it’s getting to the point where I may kill myself trying to get high.

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Cyclist Tests Positive for Cocaine, Fucks 16-Year-Old!!!

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

Many of you won’t give a shit about this article but that would only be because you are faggots who judge books by the first word of their title. Sure cyclists are a bunch of European fairies but apparently they are infinitely cooler than most of you ever thought. Enter Tom Boonen…

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Tom Boonen is kind of like Lance Armstrong is in the US, only he is younger (28), wins more than one race a year (12 of them last year) and he has a been known to sport the oh so trendy fauxhawk (see photos, especially the 2nd one). Oh yeah, and he plays a sport that people in his country actually care about. In Belgium he is unquestionably the most popular athlete. Every little boy dreams of riding a bike like him, making millions of dollars doing it and apparently now getting busted for using cocaine and fucking women 10 years his junior.

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Boonen was suspended earlier this week for failing his third out of competition drug test for cocaine. While the blowzerwhozwercaine isn’t a banned substance by WADA (World Anti-Doping Agency), cycling’s governing body, the UCI (Union Cycliste Internationale, faggy Euro spelling, I know), banned him for six months. How the fuck is this fair? Just the other day one of MEITS’ bloggers got off a coke rap with nothing more than some community service hours. This trend in professional sports of punishing our athletes more strictly than we do common white trash is of great concern to me.

Mike Vick went to fucking prison for fighting some dogs? What happened to the days when you could kill your ex-wife and her boyfriend and get off because some Afro-American (that’s the PC term these days, right?) told the jury “if the glove don’t fit, you must acquit”? As an avid sports bettor this trend makes my job significantly more difficult. When you keep changing the rules of the game it makes it nearly impossible to predict the outcome of sporting events. This shift in the philosophy of prosecuting athletes is analogous in my mind to when the NHL decided to make the goalie pads smaller. I used to bet the over/under on hockey games but as soon as that rule changed no one had any fucking clue how to adjust their methodologies. I couldn’t bet the totals for nearly half a season. The same thing goes for prosecuting athletes. I know that half the NFL is a bunch of thug-ass _i_g_s (lets see if you guys can guess where I’m going) who probably all deserve to be in jail, but I’ve based my betting for the last 5 years on prosecutors overlooking their offenses and letting the league deal with them in some under the table sort of fashion. The day that these guys start going to jail en masse, a la Mike Vick, I’m going to have some serious re-thinking to do.

In the end, while sports governing bodies and global legal systems may think they are doing the rest of society a favor by coming down harder on those who violate rules or break laws, in actuality the people they are hurting the most are the little people. Not only are they taking money from my pocket by limiting my illegal internet gambling but they are stealing role models from the children, THE CHILDREN!!! Wouldn’t we all be better off if an athlete getting busted with coke or beating the shit out of his wife was just brushed under the carpet so that the kids could go on admiring them and imitating their on-the-field actions?

Regardless of the trend towards punishing athletes more and more there is one legally sound reason that Tom Boonen should get in no trouble for his cocaine use, he was obviously only doing Bolivian Marching Powder to snag a hot piece of 16-year-old ass. We all know that 16-year-old girls love cocaine and I firmly believe that if consumption of coke is in the pursuit of anyone that young it can’t possibly be held against you. I mean, look at this girl, she obviously loves blow. You mean to tell me you wouldn’t split up an 8-ball the night before a race to get in her pants?

(Click the photo for the undistorted version. Not sure why this happens, but don’t care enough to fix it.)

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I’m Steve-O and I’m an Alcoholic Drug Addict. Hi Steve-O

Monday, April 27th, 2009

Two things have really disappointed me recently—MTV and Steve-O. MTV has had absolutely no new interesting programming since my dog died in middle school, basically since those couple of MTV True Lifes about clubbing, meth and the jersey shore. And as for Steve-O…Steve-O has turned into a sandy gash as seen in his appearance on Dancing with the fucking Stars. At last however, it seems these two fallen pillars of my generation have teamed up to air something actually relevant and interesting: Steve-O: The Demise and Rise. Watching this trailer makes think a number of things.

Frst of all, Steve-O used to have fucking fun. He’s a damn modern-day Charlie Chaplin with a bag of drugs and a cock load of pussy. Which leads me to my next point. I’m pretty sure, and stop me if you wanna tell me how cool I am, but I could keep up with Steve-O in his prime. Definitely when it comes to weed, drinking and honkin down chowder. Other than that what’s in the trailer? I think I see some whippits and some ketamine. Heady gas and Special K? That’s weak sauce, I hide that shit in eggs, like its Easter Sunday, and scatter them around the neighborhood. There better be some heavy melting face and some 2ci usage or this will be the most half-assed demise I’ve seen since Joaquin Phoenix. What ever happen to the days of Robert Downey Jr? The series trailer does have one shot of Steve-O’s nose crusted up like a margarita glass which gives me a little hope, and when he tweaks out on that whip dawg. Still, I better see heroin injections straight into the epididymis if Steve-O is gonna make up for Dancing with the Stars. And MTV, you better not make this shit PC, I want all the frosted nostril Stuffy Nose can handle.

Biden Daughter’s Chowzer Scandal

Sunday, March 29th, 2009

After seven failed attempts to sign in and make my inaugural administrative post, StuffyNose has arrived. Having allowed Scales and BallzD to introduce the blog’s drug of choice, it’s necessary to comment on the recent allegations regarding Vice President Biden’s daughter, Ashley, taking some phatties of chowzercaine to the face.

Listen, there is nothing wrong with calling a spade a spade, an immigrant a mexican or a jew a Christ Killer. Calling out a VP’s slutty, party-animal daughter for enjoying one of life’s few organic blessings (taking a gram up her ideally non-deviate septum), on tape being shopped for $250,000, is slightly over the top and borderline communist. I thought this was America. Our current and previous presidents have admittedly dated the white-lady out of sheer boredom, so don’t tell me that the children of their right-hand men can’t at enjoy the same.

Not that’s she’s particularly fat (she actually looks like she could get p3wned), but this brings a particularly traumatic (hot) memory to mind. Halloween senior year: house party, infinity booze, infinity sluts, infinity drugs. StuffyNose is all clear, both nostrils breathing at full stength. After drinking a dozen beers, watching BallzD tickle his favorite pledge’s asshole and heading to the bar, latenight dawned. Like Indiana Jones and the Raiders of The Last Ark, there was only one remaining thing to be conquered: the incredibly large 8-ball (woooh!), mocking from StuffyNose’s desk drawer. Returning to said house and unlocking the door, I’m confronted with the most disgusting (hot) scene imaginable: an easily 220 pound Winnie-the-Pooh costumed monster laying across StuffyNose’s bedroom floor in a pile of her own vomit. I chopped her up, ate her and took the drugs to the nasacaine.

Perhaps said story was nonsensical or irrelevant. If you think so, fuck you! Moral of the story – don’t hate the coke-head, hate he (or she) who attempts to ruin the party. In young Ashley Biden’s case, it’s the anti-awesome snitch seeking profit off a semi-hack-celebrity’s indulgence in her God-given right to get awesome. Don’t hate the player, hate the douche-bag attempting to salt the game.

War on Drugs

Thursday, March 26th, 2009

“We’re losing the War on Drugs. That means we, America, are losing a war to people ON DRUGS.” – Bill Hicks

 

Mexicans play hide the drug money, and lose...

Mexicans play hide the drug money, and lose...

With the recent increase in ruthless, drug-related violence in Mexico, America needs to take a closer look at its drug policy and ask itself, “Who gives a fucking shit about dead Mexicans?”. There are literally millions of them. On the other hand, cocaine prices are skyrocketing out of control while purity is dwindling. Due to the global economic downturn, many men and women are forced to cut back on their cocaine use and resort to being “un-awesome” or “moderately stable.” This is unacceptable.

But while my loyalties will always belong to my beloved yowzacaine, I agree with President Obama’s decision to step up efforts to stop Mexican drug cartels. In case you didn’t already know, Mexicans are not good at dealing drugs. They’re perfectly capable of general landscaping, holding up roadsigns, and taco-making. I just don’t trust them to handle the distribution of something as important as my recreational drug of choice, cocaine. I say let the Columbians do what they do best, literally nothing but selling coke.

It really comes down to East Coast against West Coast scenario like rap in early 90’s. It breaks down like this, East Coast Coke versus West Coast Weed. You New Yorkers think that just because your weed is delivered right to your door and comes in oddly weighed plastic containers, that you are some kind of pot snob? You’re not. When you can buy weed in lollipop, cookie, or pasta primavera form, then you can laud your general location’s ability to provide kick-ass drugs. But let’s not forget the much more important cocaine quality issue. To you Cali kids, your shit is weak sauce. It either goes through Mexico or through us Eastcoasters. So it is either filled with bird shit and tortilla flour or I myself have personally pissed all over it (that shit’s funny to me).

This is why I think Obama should step in and really clobber those Mexicans because they are ruining good drugs. Take out all the top guys and let the Columbians move in. We aren’t going to stop cocaine from being amazing just like we can’t stop women’s opinions from being inconsequential. It is destined to be so. But we can put the right Latinos in the right job. I wouldn’t want a Mexican negotiating my cocaine prices just like I wouldn’t let a Columbian near my Japanese maples.

A Few of My Favorite Things #48

Monday, March 23rd, 2009

Titty Rails

I know what a few of you are thinking. “But Scales! You can’t have two of everyone’s favorite things and combine them to make a new favorite thing. It doesn’t work like that!” Pish posh, I say.

Adding cocaine to a pair of chest wowzers is like combining blow jobs with ass play; it makes both of them more enjoyable. Some would say (mostly Mormons) that titty rails are a waste of blow, but I believe that cocaine is not just something you do to sober up for work or survive Thanksgiving weekend, it’s a lifestyle. Titty rails elevate that lifestyle to baller proportions. Sometimes, it’s actually a necessity.

Say you are at the beach with a lot of titties and cocaine and there isn’t a hard surface in sight. “Oh no! What are we going to do?” That’s right, you’re going to do titty rails! Even better, the girls are going to have to take turns doing coke off each other, which is awesome. In conclusion, when some slut screams at you, “Hey! You got cocaine all over my titties!” You simply reply, “Nah, bitch. You got your titties all over my cocaine.”

Santa Claus knows what I’m talking about…

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