Whos Carl
10-29-2006, 03:04 PM
I really dont like drinking alcohol but love toking. I really dont like drinking it just so inferior to smoking weed.
When I drink after a few pints I am only going for a piss I just feel constantly full. When I am not having a piss or talking to someone I forgot how much I disliked I am standing at the bar being touched by overweight middle aged women and having to stand next to some old guy that feels the need to talk to you. Most places where I live that are any good are always packed. I can spend half an hour getting served.
Then we usually go onto a club. Wow whoever made those things is laughing at us now. Firstly you have to wait outside for half an hour usually in the pissing rain because this the UK. Secondly you pay upto a tenner to get in. You go into the club its so dark you usually fall down the stairs onto to some big dude spilling his drink in the process. So you go to the bar and get served by some nice young lass who you know is out of your league you asked for double the amount of drinks you want but your friends are skint and you have to keep the big bloke happy for spilling his drink. Its probably a fiver a drink of anything decent. You cant sit down because there are no chairs just a huge dancefloor with all the really pissed people stumbling along to music so loud you cant hear any of your friends talk never mind understand what they say.
So you finally get out the club about 3am and feel an overwellming urge to eat something your dog would think twice about eating. So you walk to the pizza place in the pissing rain wait half an hour to get your pizza. Go to the taxi rank and wait for another half an hour. You get home minus your pizza because the taxi driver wouldnt let you keep it. Go to the toilet for the 100th time that evening. Then stumble up stairs to bed and fall asleep either on the stairs or someone else bedroom.
Toking on the other is just so much better. I admit it is harder to get hold of than beer but it is so much better.
You call your dealer and go to pick it up weigh it than give him the cash. So you get the quarter home and find it mesmirising to look at. A nice purple or blue tinge to the bud. You open the bag and smell it. It just smells sooo good.
You stay at home and just get someone round or go to someones house. Sit down in comfortable chairs with some decent music on in the warmth of your own house. Watch abit of telly and maybe play a game. Go to sleep at a reasonable hour.
You get sooo high but feel so in control unlike alcohol that just makes everything blurry and makes you look like a wanker. You arent feeling ill because you havent drank 10 pints just breathed in the wonderful THC.
You wake up in the morning not the afternoon lol and you have no hang over you dont look like you have been dragged through a hedge backwards naked!
You dont wake up and remember what you did last night and your friends may never talk to you again because you either got off with there girlfriend or just disappeared without saying goodbye usually because you arent thinking full stop.
When I drink after a few pints I am only going for a piss I just feel constantly full. When I am not having a piss or talking to someone I forgot how much I disliked I am standing at the bar being touched by overweight middle aged women and having to stand next to some old guy that feels the need to talk to you. Most places where I live that are any good are always packed. I can spend half an hour getting served.
Then we usually go onto a club. Wow whoever made those things is laughing at us now. Firstly you have to wait outside for half an hour usually in the pissing rain because this the UK. Secondly you pay upto a tenner to get in. You go into the club its so dark you usually fall down the stairs onto to some big dude spilling his drink in the process. So you go to the bar and get served by some nice young lass who you know is out of your league you asked for double the amount of drinks you want but your friends are skint and you have to keep the big bloke happy for spilling his drink. Its probably a fiver a drink of anything decent. You cant sit down because there are no chairs just a huge dancefloor with all the really pissed people stumbling along to music so loud you cant hear any of your friends talk never mind understand what they say.
So you finally get out the club about 3am and feel an overwellming urge to eat something your dog would think twice about eating. So you walk to the pizza place in the pissing rain wait half an hour to get your pizza. Go to the taxi rank and wait for another half an hour. You get home minus your pizza because the taxi driver wouldnt let you keep it. Go to the toilet for the 100th time that evening. Then stumble up stairs to bed and fall asleep either on the stairs or someone else bedroom.
Toking on the other is just so much better. I admit it is harder to get hold of than beer but it is so much better.
You call your dealer and go to pick it up weigh it than give him the cash. So you get the quarter home and find it mesmirising to look at. A nice purple or blue tinge to the bud. You open the bag and smell it. It just smells sooo good.
You stay at home and just get someone round or go to someones house. Sit down in comfortable chairs with some decent music on in the warmth of your own house. Watch abit of telly and maybe play a game. Go to sleep at a reasonable hour.
You get sooo high but feel so in control unlike alcohol that just makes everything blurry and makes you look like a wanker. You arent feeling ill because you havent drank 10 pints just breathed in the wonderful THC.
You wake up in the morning not the afternoon lol and you have no hang over you dont look like you have been dragged through a hedge backwards naked!
You dont wake up and remember what you did last night and your friends may never talk to you again because you either got off with there girlfriend or just disappeared without saying goodbye usually because you arent thinking full stop.