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ROFL I was never banned for anything you know about or are capable of perceiving without being told directly. Trust me, you know 30% of what you think you know 90% about, at most.

"armed criminal toddlerism" is fucking hilarious, hopefully someone with a sense of humor puts that on my banned accounts as a title, "Banned for Armed Criminal Toddlerism" that's fucking hilarious.

good show

still not telling you shit, my idea is actually damned good, so says people that matter, none of whom you have anything to do with.
i apologize mikey

i really want to hear your theory, but i think it would be best told on video as you come across almost normal there, plus clicks = pennies


and as to the bolded part, once again can you please stop trying to imitate scooter and his writing

just be yourself
What the hell? I am not imitating anyone, get ahold of yourself.

Do this- go back several years, and look at my posts- fuck it, I will do it for you. http://www.donkdown.com/forum/408mik...ry-t42700.html

That thread is from 2007, I was still wet behind the ears online as far as the poker forums go, and had 0 influence from anyone there at the time.

I hope that settles how much of a HUGE impact _name_ has had on me. It's not nearly as much as you think.

(the post I wanted him to read I will repost here, it's a funny story actually)

Let me preface by saying the following story is pure fiction, I have never engaged in any illicit drug use nor do I condone the use of illegal drugs.

About 3 years ago I was living in a one bedroom apartment. It was pretty nice, on the inside at least. A few of my friends hit me up on a friday night and wanted to come over drinking smoke some weed etc so I'm like aight. Six people end up coming over and we start pounding beer, they were smoking weed but I pretty much lost interest in it when I started doing yay so I wasn't smoking. One of my boys brings out some shrooms and says they're really good so I down like 5 grams or so. Usually I would eat 3 but the last time I shroomed I didn't think the effect was strong enough so I wanted to REALLY feel it. And this is where the night begins...

After pounding about ten beers everyone wants to go to the stripclub by my place, probably about 3 miles away or so. I'm not much for strip clubs and neither is my friend (we'll call him john) so I decide to just drop them off and will pick them up in a couple hours. On the way we stop at a liquor store and they get a bunch of hard alcohol, and start pounding vodka like it's going out of style and downing handfuls of shrooms. We get to the club and I go round back so they can all puke and they go inside.

I get back to my place and continue pounding beer with john, I think at this point I had at least 16 beers, they just weren't really doing much I mean I was buzzed but not really getting there. That basically describes all my past drug use, I was always GETTING there, but never there. Never happy, never satisfied. The shrooms are sort of kicking in at this point, but just making me feel trippy, kind of elated and excited. John comes up with a brilliant idea to get some yayo, so I hit up my boy and we're off! I don't really remember driving over there, shit was starting to get confusing I just had music blasting and was paying attention to my driving. We get to my friends house and I hand him some money and he gives me my gram, and I randomly come up with the idea to run into his house and bust a rail in his bathroom, leaving my car parked and running in the middle of the damn street.

Dude's apartment was filthy, but i didn't care and dumped a bunch of yay out on his sink and did my best to chop up a fatty line. Shit was spinning around, the shrooms were kicking in I was starting to trip pretty bad. I'm dizzy can't see straight I look down and concentrate on the task at hand. Head straight, get the twenty rolled up good got it, bill up nose line it up with coke PROCEED! Up my nose goes a half fucking gram of super good yayo. I didn't realize how much I had done right away, usually I like to start out with very small amounts and work my way up to larger lines when my dopamine levels drop, I had never in my life done a rail that big. I try walking out of my friends place, and slam into his fence.

I can't feel shit, my whole fucking body is completely numb and I can't see anything. I fall face first into the ground and just lie there breathing gravel for what seemed like an eternity, but actually like 20 seconds. John sees me and runs over and is like "what the fuck did you do?! Get your fucking car out of the damn road before a cop comes!". " I can't drive man you're going to have to" I reply. He says he doesn't have a license and can't drive stick anyway, so I just get up and force myself. At this point I am having problems breathing and my hearts beating pretty weird. I have the music off, my AC blasting and all the windows down, it was probably 50 degrees outside, 40 inside the car and i was dripping sweat. All I could think about was my heartbeat and making sure I got my friend back alive. I was sure I was going to die. Sure of it. My heart was beating erratically, I was definitely losing conciousness but i had to drive and make sure I got my friend back ok. Later john told me I was mumbling "I can't die yet, gota get you back safe" or some weird shit.

We get back to my apartment and I run inside, leaving (again) my car on and running in the middle of the road. I get into my bathroom and curl up in the shower with cold water blasting, with all my clothes on. This is where I want to stay, I'm safe at home cool finally and if I'm going to die this is where it's going to happen. So naturally my phone rings, and my friends want me to get them. They're shrooming out of their minds and drunk as hell and got kicked out of the strip joint. Can they just walk back? No of course not they don't know how to get back, plus theyre fucked up. Yeah join the fucking club. At this point the shrooms have taken a turn for the worse. I'm starting to see shit, I puke and just want to die. I yell outside "john I can't make it man, please just go get them". He's like "what the fuck?! I can't drive fucking stick get out here!" So I tell him to do it anyway, he actually gets in the drivers seat and tries to drive my car.

Sober I would never have done this, my car was really nice and meant the world to me which just shows you how bad drugs are for you. He gets it started, grinds the fuck out of my gears and stalls out. Once, twice, three times and gives up and starts bitching at me for doing so much coke that I can't drive, my friends need me get the hell up! I convince myself I can die later, right now I need to get my friends back safe that is all that matters. I get in, and he's like "what the fuck are you soaking wet for?" I forgot to change or dry myself off, and didn't care really. Soaking wet and freezing cold yet sweating I drive over to the club and get my friends. My boy gets in last and takes one look at me and is like "what the fuck did you do man, are you ok?"

NOT what you want to say to someone on shrooms yay and a ton of beer. I instantly start feeling worse, but I have to drive so I brush it off. He said the same thing john said, that I had all the music off the AC on full blast and was mumbling "can't die yet, have to get my friends back safe". I do not remember this. All I remember was concentrating on the road and trying not to die, not yet anyway. I do get back safe, and run inside yet again leaving my car running in the middle of the street. At this point I am shrooming full blast, 100% worst trip ever in recorded human history. Just seeing mad shit, with my eyes open I can see weird colors, lasers but they're solid, coming at me imagine someone is drawing shit with an etch a sketch, but the lines are all colored and you have zero control over whats going on. It was worse with my eyes closed. MY friends checked up on me every so often and said I just layed on my bed for a couple hours mumbling shit and passed out.

Kids-DON'T DO DRUGS!