The way you describe it I don't ****ing blame him, as I wouldn't step foot in the place either. It sounds like something from the Wild West mixed with a series of Jeremy Kyle
Update on the fishing tackle theft. The smackhead who lives in the halfway house bubbled the culprit to the blokes who came into the Cheese looking for vengeance. They told him they'd batter him if he didn't grass the bloke up. Apparently, as well as the fishing tackle, he robbed an outboard motor Denice has banned the grass for life as she doesn't like grasses.
I was a very silly boy on Saturday. Got to the Cheese and was chatting to an old mate in there. He'd got a tab of acid from Denice. I got one off her as well, and we took them at 12.30 pm. **** me An hour later and I didn't know where I was! It's over 30 years since I last had it, so I'd forgotten just how strong it could be. 20 ****ing hours it lasted. My mate had gone back to his and ended up calling an ambulance as he was so paranoid Suffice to say: never, ever again
been a long time since i have as well, don't think i ever will again though(not even for nostalgia reasons), last ones i had were called superman lol, and yes you did literally feel like you was bouncing down the road on them.
Dumb batard! Recreational drugs are a young man's game. I've heard of young at heart, but silly move that, compadre. Better driving after dropping acid (clumsy!) than driving after consuming acid.