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COME ON YOU YANKS
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You've unmasked me!
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Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window. Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behavior and information processing.
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What in the world is that language on the package?
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Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window. Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behavior and information processing.
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COME ON YOU YANKS
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![]() This is a package addressed to DDTempest. Well, part of the address was to DDTempest. The "name" part. The rest was my address. Which makes sense, since it ended up in my mailbox. "Wow, so someone actually used your address as the return address...and it was returned to you!?" Nope. Someone ordered an item from ebay or something...and had the item shipped to DDTemptest at my address. It's really something. Luckily, DD lives a few minutes from me instead of across the country. Hope is not lost. I've it on good word he'll be picking it up from my front porch tomorrow. Nevertheless...this was an astounding fail. |
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Ahoy Fuckbag
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Here it goes:
It all began a mere forty three days ago with an assignment and a wish. A wish that would carry me with childlike anticipation to the mailbox every day with a feeling of anticipation. All of the other kids were receiving their presents; such treasures as pubes, ninjas, gay sex instructional books, or even paper machete bears with bottles of booze crammed into their ass. Each day felt like a could-be Christmas, a could-be Christmas that was ruined by your child molesting Uncle Carl showing up and vomiting all over the gifts before accidentally setting them on fire ultimately denying you any celebration in the name of Christ's Glory. Then came the message: So I wake up early today to drive to Orgazmo's house and retrieve my gift, it's probably a book. Forty three almost-Christmas's have come and gone and I have to go pick it up. The temperature is a blood stopping 11 degrees below zero, but I have heated leather seats and the heater set to about 75. Package is obtained and I return home. I have been waiting for this moment for so long I don't even know what to do with myself. I first consult my calendar, with which I have marked the passing of the days by crossing off each almost-Christmas. It's the 16th of January according to the calendar, the day after Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday and a friday by the looks of it. I didn't have the tools necessary to properly open the package, I would pick them up at work and continue the festivities when I returned home in the evening. As I returned home I gleefully anticipated the coming moments. I had purchased a lighter to help in the proper opening of such a timely gift and staged the package in the stone top of a bird bath and soaked it with the appropriate amounts (a lot) of gasoline. I took a couple moments to reflect upon what I was doing. First I pondered whether or not this would backfire by me singing off my eyebrows. I pondered, what would Jesus do if one of the wise men showed up forty three days after his birthday with only a book to offer him. I pondered the truth of all things concerning Secret Santa and knew the truth: I was doing it because I cared the most. While someone else introduced the idea of Secret Santa, I grew from laughing at it to loving it like a child. I realized the only way to show how much I cared was with tough love. At this point it was no longer a Secret Santa gift, at this point why even bother? Christmas was gone like so much gasoline would be mere moments from now. Nothing that I pulled out of this orange yellow envelope would heal the damage that was already done so I instead chose the cathartic therapy of fire and the whimsical dreamings of my imagination. I very well could have burned the cure for AIDS, the burial shroud of a Caesar, or even the greatest writings that had ever been scribed throughout the ages. Yes, the mystery was better than the probable disappointing truth. I choose to let this Secret Christmas live in my heart and the heavens for all time. The packaging quickly burned away to reveal my pyroscopic tome. Aahhhh fan open those pages and let the knowledge of the ages return to the ashy skies above ... It really IS the thought that counts. |
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L O FUCKING L
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Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window. Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behavior and information processing.
― Terence McKenna |
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(I held down the L on the keyboard for as long as I laughed). Post of the year without question. That jumped into "best post on this message board of all-time" caliber in my book. There is not enough pos-rep for thee, sir. Well played. |
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