How many happy molecules does this man have so that he can be on a 5 day ecstasy trip
if they arnt decomposing or rotting, it shouldnt be a problem. since they release a poisonous gas if potatos decompose in large number.
I think there might be other indicators.
and speaking of potatos.
I heard of a situation where some low-income ladies stuffed potatos in their vaginas to prevent pregnancy
One lady left it in there for too long and it grew into her ovaries and ended up killing her
that’s the grossest story I know of
Like, a whole potato? Stuffed up in there?
A whole potato? At this time of the month? In this part of your vagina? Localized entirely inside you?
Yes
Can I see it?
No
It is unknown to me how much of the potato or how big the whole potato was. From what I was able to gather, the woman was very fat so maybe it was a large portion of a larger potato
Five days? Why? Two days and it stops having any real effects, other than to mute your brain.
Yeah, that’s not how E works. Of course the media just uncritically parroted cop lies though.
Day three of an e binge is WEIRD.
You start a sentence and can’t remember what it was about before you finish. You get up and forget why the second you’re up. You can’t remember what happened 10 seconds ago. Everything is bright interesting but you can’t focus well enough to BE interested in anything.
“Said a doctor with a perfect upbringing to a disadvantaged, lower class, utterly depressed individual with no hope”
Other than mute your brain
That’s exactly what I need in this world.
Brain on mute in a potato filled bath sounds kinda nice actually.
“Caught” is a very weird way to describe seeing someone do something entirely normal.
In Germany there used to be these late-night radio shows where people talked about their kinks. One of the callers said that he would take old ground meat home from work, shape it into a woman in his bathtub, and then have sex with it.
There, see? That’s something you get caught doing.
Wild what people are willing to admit to, though… 0.0 hopefully joking
When I was a kid, I had a book called “Are You Normal?”
The premise of the book, at least as best as I can recall, was that the author had interviewed an extensive list of people about normally private and/or embarrassing things, such as bodily functions. They would then reveal within the book some of the statistics and you, the reader, would compare yourself to them to determine how “normal” you were.
I don’t remember too much from the book, but I remember in the intro the author said something like “it amazed me how many people wouldn’t open up to their wives, but would throw the bathroom door open when I asked about how they peed.” (This is heavily paraphrased because I only remember the gist.)
Presumably the phenomenon you referenced here in your last line is something similar.
Well, it doesn’t matter if you’re judged by that random person with a typewriter you’ll never see again.
Being judged by the wife will ruin your life.
That would be really fun to listen to on a road trip or camping trip with friends. Please tell me if you remember anything about what it was called
sounds like a talkshow hosted by Jürgen Domian
https://youtu.be/BFPa0Vp2MYQ this is the story about the ground meat enthusiast.
He hosted radio talkshows since the mid 90s where people would call in and could talk about a lot of things, not seldom about strange behavior or their romantic misadventures.
dont make me listen to the poor guy again who inserted a rose into his penis as surprise for his girlfriend.
Thank you!
It’s pretty tame for a man on an MDMA bender. (I realize it just says “ecstacy”, so it could have been literally anything.)
Dude should try ether next
I also kind of want to know why the fuck the police officers were in his bathroom in the first place.
I feel like mashed would make the most sense. The maintenance guy was probably pretty upset
Perhaps he was filling the tub so that he could mash them all at once.
Now I’m imagining a hot plate with a large pot, peeling them, boiling them, crazy! I have so many questions.
Time to let something go.
Normal day in Eastern Europe.
