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Medieval era was wild with that crap. The things they drew and talked about are far beyond our comprehension.I agree. I would not go near whatever he was taking. But I saw it as a weird thought.Medieval times were totally off the grid.
But if anyone decides to try acid anyway, make sure you have plenty of Grateful Dead music on hand. Oh, and have someone around who is not tripping so that they can keep the music going.
@sneakypetetell me who you were with,when you were there,and your team name!No. never.The biggest difference between you and me ... is ... I do not talk. as you spout endlessly.You are a talker. I am not ... would never go into an ambush with you.
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Anybody who did only half the stuff you claim to have done, he would NEVER talk about it. That is not stuff we talk about. Except for you.
Bubba, who just moved to Montana from Texas, walks into a bar and orders three mugs of beer.He sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn.When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.The bartender approaches and tells Bubba, “you know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time.”Bubba replies, “well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in Arizona, the other is in Colorado. When we all left our home in Texas, we promised that we’d drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I’m drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself.”The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.Bubba becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way.He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs.All the regulars take notice and fall silent.When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, “I don’t want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss.”Bubba looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in his eyes and he laughs.“Oh, no, everybody’s just fine,” he explains. “It’s just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking. It hasn’t affected my brothers though.”
