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Originally posted by notcasesensitive
This reminds me of the time I was packing up my apartment to move and I found a bag of cocaine hidden behind aspirin or whatever in my medicine cabinet. I assume one of my friends hid it there at some point during a party and then forgot about it (there are a few suspects). They probably thought it was a pretty safe spot at the time, since I didn't generally partake. I found it a suitable home and never determined who left it there. Glad I didn't call the police to report a theft of the contents of my medicine cabinet in the interim.
Is this the most boring post ever about cocaine? Can I get a ruling?
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No, those generally begin with, "This one time, I did a pile of rails..." They inevitably end with "I think I [insert activity] at 5 am... Or maybe I was sitting on a couch, gnawing my remote control, rolodexing my skull for the number of a friend with Adavan, cursing my life... asking the Big Questions... or, The Big Question - WHY?"
But then, isn't that the mystery of blow in one word? As soon as it wears off, all you have is "Why?"
And maybe herpes.
