My antidrug...

... is sleep.

 

what's an antidrug?

 

Methadone?

 

my anti-drug is rape

 

my antidrug is epinephrine

 

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by kitana:
my antidrug is epinephrine<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

I'm allergic to that stuff.

 

my antidrug is weed

 

My antidrug is Pepper Mace.

That's some smooth shit there.

 

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Cheezedawg:
My antidrug is Pepper Mace.

That's some smooth shit there.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Have you ever actually sprayed yourself with pepper spray? I have. It was an accident. I had too much to drink. I maced myself in the bathroom of a Mexican restaurant! How the fuck did I manage that? I had one of those hot pepperspray keychains... I went to pull it out of my pocket in the bathroom and somehow the sprayer thingy was turned and my finger set it off! I knew what had happened, so I just stood there and laughed my ass off! Then my lungs started burning... it wasn't as bad as I had imagined, until I rubbed my nose. It burned for at least an hour. Why did that feel like one of those YM confessions I used to read when I was a teenager?

 

Yep. We would get drunk at parties and spray it in the middle of the room. Then we would take turns walking through the cloud. Most of the folks were pussies and started crying. I put some in a shot glass with some grain alcohol and shot it. That shit'll tear you up quick.

 

Why the hell did you drink that shit? Was it some sort of hazing ritual?

 

Male Ego thing. Shows everyone else "He's not to be fucked with."

 

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Cheezedawg:
Male Ego thing. Shows everyone else "He's not to be fucked with."<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>


but you can fuck him because he passed-out drunk!!!

 

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Nauseous:
Have you ever actually sprayed yourself with pepper spray? I have. It was an accident. I had too much to drink. I maced myself in the bathroom of a Mexican restaurant! How the fuck did I manage that? I had one of those hot pepperspray keychains... I went to pull it out of my pocket in the bathroom and somehow the sprayer thingy was turned and my finger set it off! I knew what had happened, so I just stood there and laughed my ass off! Then my lungs started burning... it wasn't as bad as I had imagined, until I rubbed my nose. It burned for at least an hour. Why did that feel like one of those YM confessions I used to read when I was a teenager?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

My buddies and I would empty a little can of pepper spray on the halls after school for the indoor track team to inhale as they ran round the school. It was fun to see them crying and all mucosy trying to catch thier breath. and I managed to get a dab on my finger and I picked my nose and whoo hoo!! tabasco central! damn thats no good!

 

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Silent But Deadly:
My buddies and I would empty a little can of pepper spray on the halls after school for the indoor track team to inhale as they ran round the school. It was fun to see them crying and all mucosy trying to catch thier breath. and I managed to get a dab on my finger and I picked my nose and whoo hoo!! tabasco central! damn thats no good!<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Serves the little bastards right for runnin' in the halls!

Those were the days, huh? Now the kids are running in the halls trying to dodge gunfire... wait a sec, maybe THESE are the days!?! I feel jipped.

 

My antidrug is money.

I simply can't afford a habit.

 

not all habits cost money. take scratching your crotch, for instance. i've known guys that cant keep their hands off their nuts for more than 5 minutes.

 

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Drug Matthews:
my antidrug is weed<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Oxymoron... nice!

 

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Homewrecker:
Oxymoron... nice! <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

matthews wasn't trying to be clever...

but he is a moron..
and also an oxygen thief..
so i guess oxymoron stands

 

My anti-drug was the detention unit at Schipol airport in Amsterdam,and the polite, but very butch looking female customs officers with the latex gloves...i was more than eager to comply with option 1-evacuate bowels immediately in special glass toilet bowl.
I may not have fully understood this thread,i might add.