Won't tell me details, 13 weeks long, won't tell me percentages of applicants finish the study and won't tell me the compensation.
You still want it? I wouldn't fuck with them if I lived on campus.
If I let her post the link, y'all better mind your manners. I'll ban you for talking shit to people you ask me to put you in touch with.
I'm not going to worry about the details until I count votes. It has something to do Cbg use by Alkies.
Don't debate in this thread. Only respond Yes (I want to try)
Or No (I don't want any lab dorks in here ever in life)
I will count em up till tomorrow and see what yall decide.
If you come in here with your fuckin opinion and novelization, I will delete your comment. Yes or No Only.
Go get em, champ
I jailbroke out of the hospital way before I should have. But, being fed morphine and oxys every three hours for a week will cloud your critical thinking into straight up psychosis and I already hate hospitals.
I came home and bloated into the snoopy balloon on Thanksgiving. It was actually dangerous, now that I think about it.
So, it's my Badass Girls birthday and she's a beach baby, we going to the beach. I may be a fuckin walrus, but I can ride. I called a pharmaceutical entrepreneur I do some business with and fortify the defenses. I needed to make sure it wasn't bunk, so me and my Badass Girl blew up my studio for a while. A long while. Played guitar, fucked with my puter, just had a blast.
Then I had to get up at the asscrack of dawn and fold myself into a really small car. Did I mention I'm bloated like Bluto?
I don't care, that girl gets what she wants from me, period. So I hope yall count on me today, I can't drink on the beach. I guess there's a lot of shit I've never done without at least a beer.
Chairs, fuckers
Two weeks ago I was rocking along just fine.
Today I'm trying to get on a liver donor list before I die. Which, as it turns out won't be long.
I got to D. T. in the ICU for three days and scared the docs on a whole other level. They legit told my Badass Girl that they didn't know if I was tripping so hard because of the D.T.s, the likely neuro damage or all the dope they were hitting me with.
Me either. Hey! Did you know you have a Sodium Number? I didn't. It's supposed to be around 40 at 20 you got real problems, mine was 14. That shit can kill you.
They moved me to the regular hospital and got me all high on a regular diet of pks. Then they kept me in that room for 7 more days. I went insane. I lied my ass off to the doctors. Told em I was awesome. I had to get the fuck out of there.
So, anyways. It's been a long couple weeks. How's your sodium doing?
So, some of you know my Jody stories. Some don't believe them. I don't care, shit really happened.
So, Jody has a place in the suburbs in a ok hood. He/we/them are having way too much traffic at the house and neighbors called the cops.
kitchen We score a qp and threw it on the table in the "breakfast nook" at the end of the kitchen. We'll break it up later.
I grab a guitar and start playing at the front of the kitchen. Picture a L shape from the front door, through the living room and the kitchen is a long small hallway looking thing around the corner. I'm sitting in the living room right at the kitchen.
You get it?
Somebody pounds on the door and tells "Houston Police!".
Whatever, I do that every time I show up. So do my friends. This time it was actually hpd. Jody opens the door and they step in uninvited with a rolled up paper in the guys hand. Start asking to look around, says the place is getting complaints about the cars in and out. The woman cop walked all up in the living room and checking shit out.
I never stopped playing guitar. Like the piano player in a old west whore house.
Jody got em hemmed up in front, but I'm literally the only thing keeping them from seeing the quarter pound at the other end of the kitchen. She wants my attention and my ID. That sucks. I always got traffic warrants and ain't excited about going to jail in jodys living room.
They put him next to the door and I'm still at the corner of the kitchen. She's radioing my ID and jodys eye fuckin me to stay in the way of the dope on the table. 15 feet from the chick cop. The other cop clocks Jody lookin at me and is going "what you saying to him?" "nothing, man. Her radio goes off and Jody takes that opportunity to grab the paper dude cop is waving around and it's a fuckin Chinese menu.
Swear to god. These assholes bluffed a warrant to get in. Jody tells me loud (over chick cops radio volume, thank God) and tells them to fuck off and get out.
She's now at the kitchen, but facing me. I start tripping about fake cop home invasions and demand her badge.
Yup, I knew she was legit, I just needed her attention and they start talking about bringing back the dogs and a warrant. Jody just walks to the door and opens it.
They fuckin left. I heard the dispatcher reading off my warrants on chick cops radio and they still left.
I went over the back fence and came back for my truck after dark.
Stay in school, kids. Shit gets slippy out here.
We have a banner, sidebar and two sticked announcements at the top of this sub. If you refuse to read it or abide by it, you are outta here.
This is where the mean kids are. On purpose and out loud. I'm sick of playing whack a mole with butthurt participation trophy winners who seek to change the sub into a snowflake hug box.
You have been warned. I don't have any more patience for part time whiners and the old heads are screaming in my ear to do my job.
If you want to post here, follow the rules or get banned. Not removed or bitched at, straight up banned.
Feel free to hate me out loud but you best come correct.
Too much crying in here. A man can only take so much of this shit.
So check this out.
I'm probably around 23, a city kid. It's cold, frost and ice on the ground in Houston. Night time and me and my buddies are at the Addicks dam at like 2am.
We have this thing where we go raid the back of a supermarket for cardboard and shit and take it to the dam to slide down while drunker than cooter brown. It's a stupid thing to do, but that's what makes it cool.
I find this pallet sized thing that holds 2 liter bottles and is slick on the top, but is not flat on the bottom, got all the "cups?" that hold the coke bottles still. You follow me?
Everybody else says I'm a moron for grabbing it, but I figured I'd just glide down the dam, surfing on the bumpy ass thing upside down.
My bros all got boxes and were either looking cool as shit flying down or eating shit cause they leaned forward.
My turn. Andys at the bottom and cheerleading my demise. Jeffs next to me quietly cracking up and I say fuck it and fuck yall.
Boom, baby! This fucker is fast and it's all I can do to try to stay on top.
Yeah. It don't work out for me so good. I lost it about half way down and roll the rest of the way down. Andy runs up and asks if I'm OK. I stand up and say "I'm fine" but projectile vomit about ten feet like a damn sprinkler.
Tried it again, though.
Have some fun, kids. There are terrible decisions left to be made.
I'm dying
How do you do it
The Fear
I can't eat/sleep
My ass hurts
Lunatics cosplaying as Alkies
Crybaby "my boyfriend is a dick" post
Benders
What's the worst thing blah blah blah
What did I miss?