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| SheRat |
Speaking of getting high and the subequently necessary remedies, have we rung the bell loud and long about THIS new development?
"Coffee may cut alcohol liver damage
CHICAGO, Illinois (Reuters) -- Could Irish coffee be the perfect drink?
Researchers report that drinking coffee cuts the risk of cirrhosis of the liver from alcohol -- by 22 percent per cup each day -- but they stopped short of saying doctors should prescribe coffee for that reason.
The report from the Kaiser Permanente Medical Care Program in Oakland, California, was based on a look at data from 125,580 people.
"These data support the hypothesis that there is an ingredient in coffee that protects against cirrhosis, especially alcoholic cirrhosis," concluded the report published in the Archives of Internal Medicine.
What could cause the apparent protective effect is not clear, the report said.
"Coffee is a complex substance with many potentially biologically active ingredients," the study said. "The fact that coffee is also frequently taken with added cream, milk, sugar or other substances adds more possibilities for health effects."
Other studies with similar findings have led to speculation that caffeine could play a role. However, the protective effect was not found among tea drinkers, though the authors said they were not nearly as numerous in the study as coffee users.
The report did not suggest alcohol users increase their coffee consumption or seek out drinks like Irish coffee that combine booze with coffee.
"Even if coffee is protective, the primary approach to reduction of alcoholic cirrhosis is avoidance or cessation of heavy alcohol drinking," the researchers said."
Sounds like a frikkin' plan to me!
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| pdog |
Coffee may help the liver, but it's tearing my colon apart! |
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| Dead_Flowers |
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pdog wrote:
Is this that stuff that makes you trip? It was on the news a few months ago b/c a white kid did it and killed himself... If not, what is it...
Special K is the one drug I never got a chance to do... That's okay... I never drank Zima either, and I know it sucks!
Oh yes! It makes you trip hard, you wouldn't think so since it's legal. It doesn't last too long, which is good. |
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| Dead_Flowers |
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Dan wrote:
Yeah I have read all about it and been meaning to try it, just never seriously shopped for it. Definitely interested in the experience since horror movies these days just aren't scary enough.
My experience wasn't scary really. It was just really strong. I did it in my closet because it was dark and quiet. Yes, my closet. Sounds retarded but you don't want to be around a bunch of light and noise. They recommend you lie down and close your eyes when you take it, and have someone with you that you trust. I can easily see how some people would freak out on it, reality disappears for a few minutes. |
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| Dan |
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Dead_Flowers wrote:
My experience wasn't scary really. It was just really strong. I did it in my closet because it was dark and quiet. Yes, my closet. Sounds retarded but you don't want to be around a bunch of light and noise. They recommend you lie down and close your eyes when you take it, and have someone with you that you trust. I can easily see how some people would freak out on it, reality disappears for a few minutes.
I think I will get my mom to do it. I will assure her its totally legal then see what happens. |
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| sirmoonie |
This thread is going nowhere.
What the fuck is wrong with this board?
I could take this fucking into Superblow Part XXXVXII territory by myself on just the stuff I did in my late 30s, ffs.
You are all homos who need to be on Viagra. |
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| Dan |
quote:
sirmoonie wrote:
This thread is going nowhere.
What the fuck is wrong with this board?
I could take this fucking into Superblow Part XXXVXII territory by myself on just the stuff I did in my late 30s, ffs.
You are all homos who need to be on Viagra.
Some of us might be a little hesistent to tell drug tales in a public forum. But by all means share your tales, it might embolden some of the rest of us. Personally I have never done hard drugs. |
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| SheRat |
"Is this that stuff that makes you trip? It was on the news a few months ago b/c a white kid did it and killed himself... If not, what is it...
Special K is the one drug I never got a chance to do... That's okay... I never drank Zima either, and I know it sucks!"
Zima is only good if you put Chambord in it. I learned this at a gay bar in Santa Fe, NM. Which, BTW, is a HUUUUUUUUUGE coke town.
We did a LOT of blow when in Santa Fe. The parties were outrageously 70s feeling--especially because we hung with a lot of ghey dudes. Only lesbians were into country back then. And they didn't tip, much less do blow.
One time, we had a going away party for one of our co-workers, a dreadlocked little waif named Oliver--one of 3 straight guys who worked at our bar who now works at that lame-ass "white trash club" Butter on 9th street--and somehow, I got talked into doing a strip tease for everybody to Rickie Lee Jones' version of Bowie's "Rebel Rebel."
I'd never heard that version before, but I was pretty frikkin' high, so I just went for it, and I must say, it was one of the best I've ever done.
Afterwards, Oliver made it known that he wanted to fuck me and all the gay guys were like, "DUDE! You HAVE to screw him and tell me how it was! You cannot NOT fuck him!"
But I didn't. He was a fop, a dandy. A snotty, rich, spoiled little pussy, if you will. And that's where I draw the line.
moonie: more like that? |
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| sirmoonie |
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Dan wrote:
Some of us might be a little hesistent to tell drug tales in a public forum. But by all means share your tales, it might embolden some of the rest of us. Personally I have never done hard drugs.
You suck. You are un-American. You are a Viagran terrorist. You can't rocket elections back into terrorism. I win!
I partied with Tony Laetrile during the 70s. I could scorch on that one all night long - the booze, the booze, the women, the booze, the stuff.
Tony?! Where are ya man?!?!?
Y'alls? We going to hit this thing?
Shama a ring dama do ma dah! Whack ol' my daddy o' Whack ol' my daddy o' ! WHISKEY IN THE JAR-O!!!!! |
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| Dan |
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sirmoonie wrote:
You suck. You are un-American. You are a Viagran terrorist. You can't rocket elections back into terrorism. I win!
My favorite drug memory and favorite rock and roll memory is as follows.
A friend was promoting some local gigs by a now deceased rock legend. My friend found out in advance that this guy requires about a ton of pot to keep halfway sane/amiable. Said friend only does hard drugs and is pretty clueless about how or where to find weed but somehow gets himself a nice fat eighth of some killer stuff. I tell my friend a bag like that should be good enough, it would last me quite a bit.
In the ensuing 2 days I also meet said rocker who is staying at the Burbank Holiday Inn downtown. Backstage at the first show I attend, he hits ME up. "That was good stuff, you got anymore!" Me and my friend were kinda shocked him and his wife already smoked the whole bag in a night. He is already out, throwing the following 2 gigs in jeopardy!
Oh, I forgot to mention this dude is my all time favorite songwriter and I am both excited about the gigs and a bit nervous.
My friend can't get ahold of his previous connection. I am kind of abstaining myself and my steady connect moved away a month or so before. At work the next morning (a Sunday I think) some former junkie drug counseler in training co-worker says she might be able to get me some. I just say its or myself or whatever, I just suddenly want some bad so the whole weekend aint a wash. She miraculously comes through.
Call the guy up at his hotel room, tell him I am about to go to lunch and does he still need anything? Run over to the Holiday Inn and spend the next 15 or 20 just bullshitting and smoking out with him and his wife in their hotel room. What a lot of fun that was! |
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| pdog |
God story, and good job at not name dropping... Although, I like name dropping! |
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| Zack |
I love this shot. Notice the two piles. I suppose the big one on the right is the blow and the smaller one on the left is the smack. Yet I would think such a huge amount like that would kill you. Keith's passed out yet there are two lines still cut. And look at the size of those fatties! I don't know the procedure for multi-snorting. Do you alternate between one and the other, or just do a little of the H and groove on the blow till you're so wired you need more horse to mellow out a bit? |
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| Altamont |
it's all about finding your own balance. i don't recommend it to anyone. Dope is fun, but you have to know your limits... trial end error sometimes means close friends die. I've lost about ten friends in as many years. |
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| FotiniD |
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Altamont wrote:
it's all about finding your own balance. i don't recommend it to anyone. Dope is fun, but you have to know your limits... trial end error sometimes means close friends die. I've lost about ten friends in as many years.
Fun? It almost killed Keith, it killed ten of your friends as you say, it's killed countless of people. And when I see junkies, "fun" is definitely not what comes to mind. The illusion of having control is what traps people in the very first place.
I never got the concept of drugs either way - I mean, apart from the romanticized [sp?] image the rock 'n' roll lifestyle wants you to bite. Why mess with reality and your concept of it, when it's so messed up as it is already? And then deal with cold turkeys and depedencies and getting fixes and all that shit. I don't see the point. |
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| RSRTG |
I wonder wot ever happened to this bloke?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1JYW422BP0&search=altamont |
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| keefkid |
quote:
Zack wrote:
I love this shot. Notice the two piles. I suppose the big one on the right is the blow and the smaller one on the left is the smack. Yet I would think such a huge amount like that would kill you. Keith's passed out yet there are two lines still cut. And look at the size of those fatties! I don't know the procedure for multi-snorting. Do you alternate between one and the other, or just do a little of the H and groove on the blow till you're so wired you need more horse to mellow out a bit?
OMFG... now i have to clarify again...
#1 - This picture was taken a very long long long time ago when people were so stupid they actually thought coke was good for you.
#2 - All of what you see is coke, nobody snorted H back then it was not pure eonough.
#3 - Yes ingesting even half of what is there at one time would kill you.
#4 - Someone or probably more than a few someones thought this pic would be 'funny' - keith has dozed off a bit and someone placed the mirror there and snapped the picture. Again, a long long long time ago when PEOPLE WERE STUPID ABOUT DRUGS.
#5 - DO NOT ATTEMPT THIS AT HOME
geeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz |
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| keefkid |
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pdog wrote:
Please, let's talk about the good drug experiences...
I'd share some of mine, but I can't recall them to well...
I do remember I loved smoking weed alot. I would get really stoned, come up with a great idea, then spend the next three hours wandering around the house from room to room trying to figure out what I was doing. Then I'd realize all i really wanted to do was listen to Exile and smoke some more weed!
God, I miss those days... Daze!
you know what... i wouldnt even know where to begin...many good, many bad, one possibly fatal haaaa
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| FPM C10 |
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FotiniD wrote:
Why mess with reality and your concept of it, when it's so messed up as it is already?
Ha! Yeah, I found myself making the same comments recently - a friend was talking about some new legal herbal stuff that was supposed to make you hallucinate. He said, for instance, when looking at magazines, pictures seemed to come to life. I said "why would I want that to happen? Isn't life f%&*@cked up enough?"
Then I laughed and thought about how much of that is because I got older, and how much is because the world got uglier. I sure as hell wouldn't want to watch the news if I was tripping.
Back in the day, though, back in THE DAY! I hate to sound like Old Man Monkey, but you snot-nosed punks wouldn't know real 'cid if'n it bit ya in the butt.(Actually I have no idea - haven't done any since the early 70s - but I know just during the time I was in high school the quality decreased dramatically, from 4-way orange barrels which would make 4 people trip for 8 hours, at least 2 of that in outer space, to blotter that made you grit your teeth and the wallpaper crawl a little.)
Our generation deluded ourselves (or did we?) that we weren't getting a buzz - that was for coarse rednecks and their bourgeois booze - we were raising our consciousness, learning to look at our world in a new, magical way, seeing dimensions that we normally missed. And after awhile, you had gone as far as the chemicals could take you and there seemed no real point in continuing to explore ground now familiar. I quit any sort of hallucenogen about the same time I got into a new band and discovered blow. (See: Johnny Depp movie of same name)However, sometime in the early 80s, someone gave me some 'shrooms, and I thought that might be an acceptable way to revisit an earlier era. I began to carefully plan everything - it was wintertime, so I would freeze them until spring, when conditions were optimum and positive - new growth and awakening, not the frozen white death of Pennsylvania in December. I would retreat, with some trusted companions, into the quiet forest, to a favored spot of seclusion near a waterfall which had always been a place where I felt centered and safe, and there we would pass a lovely afternoon of zen musings on the nature of reality, with the soothing sounds of rushing waters in our attuned ears.
HOWEVER, as it turned out, my keyboard player and his wife talked me into doing them almost immediately. We gobbled them down and headed to a biker bar where we drank and did blow and drank more. Then we went for an all-night cruise, me at the wheel, and at some point, around 3 am, we were on the main street of a small town stealing Xmas decorations - the parking meters had been covered with decorated PVC pipe to look like giant candy canes, and we managed to pry one of the 7-foot tall pipes loose and drove off giggling with it sticking out the back window of my Chevy Belair. On the way to their house, he dropped a lit cigarette down the back seat, and when we got there the car was shrouded in stinking smoke. Unable to stop laughing, we dumped a pitcher of water on it and went in to spend the rest of the night doing lines and laughing. Their front porch was newly decorated with a festive 7-foot candy cane, which the police later confiscated without asking too many questions about how it got there.
I haven't tripped since.
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| Zeeta |
Tripped a few times when I was a teenager and quite enjoyed it.
I saw a teddy bear and spoke to it, thought Barbara Windsor from EastEnders was a pig (not far from tripping actually!) and thought my eyebrow was a worm!!!! Trippy man!
I enjoyed the kind of stoned feeling I got but it got a bit strange sometimes.........
Also once had a massive, hilarious amphatamine whitey but that story can be saved for another time!!!!
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| Egbert |
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Zeeta wrote:
Tripped a few times when I was a teenager and quite enjoyed it.
I saw a teddy bear and spoke to it
That explains the Dead bears... |
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| Zeeta |
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Egbert wrote:
That explains the Dead bears...
Huh?!
In the words of the great Bart Simpson: "Nobodysawmedoityoucan'tproveanything"!
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| FPM C10 |
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Zeeta wrote:
Huh?!
In the words of the great Bart Simpson: "Nobodysawmedoityoucan'tproveanything"!
He means:
NOT
as for what "a massive, hilarious amphatamine whitey" is - I don't know, and I don't think I WANT to know!
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| Zeeta |
Massive, hilarious, Amphetamine whitey?!? You never had one of them? What?!?!? Nah, didn't think so!
I gotta tell you now haven't I:
Well I smoked some skunk but it was laced with a shit load of speed! There followed a chemical fight between weed and speed inside my blood and I got fucked up. - Passed out, heart rate over the roof! etc
My mum sent me to hospital but in my wasted state I failed to get changed and emerged from my house in a cream dressing gown, shorts and shoulder length hair. I musta looked like the "dude" from the Big Lebowski or something!
Anyway as I was coming outta my house a bus went past with loadsa my school friends on - all looking and laughing. The next day at school was hell e.g. "What were YOU doing coming out of your house dressed like jesus going into an ambulance!?!?!" etc etc and the whole thing was massively embarrasing as a 17 year old kid...But fuckin funny in retrospect!
There you have it! A VERY short version of a "Massive, hilarious, Amphetamine whitey"
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| Egbert |
"Massive, hilarious, Amphetamine whitey" - my initial thought was that Rush L. got busted again.
Funny story Zeeta aka "Speed Jesus"! |
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| Dan |
quote:
pdog wrote:
God story, and good job at not name dropping... Although, I like name dropping!
It was that dude from Eddie And The Cruisers on their 2009 reunion tour. |
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| FPM C10 |
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Egbert wrote:
"Massive, hilarious, Amphetamine whitey" - my initial thought was that Rush L. got busted again.
No, that would properly be termed a 'massive, obnoxious, disfunctionally non-erect honky' .
"pull my finger!" |
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| glencar |
I hate to cavil in fear at "disfunctionally" but honky is a racist term, nigga! |
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| FPM C10 |
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glencar wrote:
I hate to cavil in fear at "disfunctionally" but honky is a racist term, nigga!
Honk if you hate honkies!
It originally meant "Hungarian", I think, by way of "hunkies". Etymologically speaking. It just sounded funnier than "cracker". |
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