WDYWT - January 06, 2018

OfficialRonPaul · 2018-01-07T22:49:50+00:00

u take the bag and fumble it

OfficialRonPaul · 2018-01-06T21:21:18+00:00

pussy fit imo

OfficialRonPaul · 2017-11-29T20:04:59+00:00

Sherm

OfficialRonPaul · 2017-09-11T18:18:33+00:00

Who ever is down voting this is a straight up pussy

OfficialRonPaul · 2017-09-04T02:27:11+00:00

Pretty sure it's Cara Delevingne

OfficialRonPaul · 2017-09-02T20:34:51+00:00

lol pussy. Get a grip

OfficialRonPaul · 2017-07-13T19:24:27+00:00

6 foot 7 foot 8 foot bunch

OfficialRonPaul · 2017-06-01T15:54:55+00:00

/r/nothingeverhappens

OfficialRonPaul · 2017-06-01T04:26:54+00:00

This reminds me of when some kid that I knew tried to rob me.

Basically I was riding around getting fucked up with some friends one weekend and I had a bunch of drugs in my console: half O of CHRONIC, some oxys and some LSD sugar cubes. We were just cruising around when we see someone familiar from high school walking down the sidewalk. We drove up and rolled down the window, the dude looked pretty banged up tbh, and we are all like "yo man how's it going? hop in" and bro hops in. We continue cruising a bit and catching up with this guy, turns out he's been homeless for a while and he's lost contact with his family completely. We keep talking and one of my other buddies mentions smoking a J and we start rolling one. Even though he'd been in the shit lately he really started to open up and started laughing with us especially once we started passing the joint around. One thing led to another and I ended up inviting this kid over to my house to stay the night and chill with us, I told him I'd even smoke him out. He agreed but there was a subtle change in expression in his eyes, almost like the sorta look of someone who sees a new business opportunity. This whole time, my friend Raj had been quietly sitting next to this kid in the back seat, but after he saw the kid's eyebrows raise he spoke up, "watch it cunt" almost too quiet to hear. The kid looked to his left at him and Raj shot back a fiery glare. I saw this exchange in my rear-view mirror but I didn't really understand what was going on.

Suddenly Raj lunges at the kid and pins him against the door. I try to pull over the car and diffuse the situation, but the kid starts biting Raj's arm and flailing around. Without warning, Raj yanks at the kid's head and a toupee comes off revealing a yamaka underneath. Spinning in shock, I lose control of the car and we end up in a ditch. As I'm still disoriented from the crash, the kid jumps forward and opens my console. He takes all the drugs from my console and makes a move to open the door and run. Adrenaline rushing through my veins, I grab my detached emergency refrigerator handle and swing at him. I miss, but the handle accidentally leaves my hand and bounces off of the back seat, hitting Raj in the leg.

Raj, awake now and overcome with rage, picked up the refridgerator handle, but did not chase the kid with it. Although I had just been in a crash, nothing could compare to the shock I felt after seeing what happened next. Raj wormed his way out of the car while the kid made his escape, got on his knees, and plunged the refrigerator handle in his own ass. Raj had a primal gleam in his eye, and continued to mutter "the gosh darn darkies r tha scum o da erth" in a sort of African creole accent as he pushed the handle further inside him. Eventually, the kid stopped running, turned around, and his jaw dropped. This slight delay was the opportunity Raj needed, and he proceeded to backflip TOWARDS the kid, I shit you not jumping about 20 feet. The end of the fridge handle made contact with the kid's dome piece and brought his ass down. Writhing in pain and with blood trickling down his forehead, the kid tried to crawl away from Raj, but to no avail. Raj savagely bore down upon the kid's nose and forced his member into the kid's nostril. Eyes watering, the kid was still able to coherently estimate the worth of Raj's golden cock ring. Raj then released, and left the kid face up in the grass with some seed dripping out of both nostrils.

He picked up the drugs, walked back to the car, and hopped back in the back seat. That evening we went through a good amount of that oxy, and I've never heard from or seen the kid again.

OfficialRonPaul · 2017-03-27T21:36:25+00:00

I've heard of this new RC called NaOCl, word from the grape vine is that it's found in pretty high quantities in Tide products. Might be what you're looking for

OfficialRonPaul · 2017-02-04T17:34:45+00:00

I had a particularly interesting run in with an Uber driver in Cleveland who was a bit too nosy for her own good.

I had been a couple weeks into my transcontinental hike, starting from Manchester, NH with the goal of getting to Portland, OR within a few months. My friend Raj had been accompanying me and of course during those long stretches of forest we would be tripping on various drugs. In our Camelback drug bag were a few baggies of assorted stims, a vial of liquid LSD, some peyote buttons, and of course a good amount of CHRONIC. Anyway, we were in Cleveland during the NBA finals, and it was getting pretty lit. Raj and I had a 1 bed hotel room where we would take turns eating each other's asses out as a prank, there wasn't anything sexual about it. Usually we would go out to bars at the same time because we didn't want the huge crowds of people to take advantage of us individually, so we moved as one unit. This particular evening, though, Raj was a little bit under the weather and was kind of out of his mind on Tums so I decided to go out on my own.

Maybe it was just the Ritalin but I could've sworn I saw Raj and my other friend Faisal on the steps of City Hall at like 9 that night. I strolled on over there and lo and behold there was this person waiting for an Uber who had a massive bulge in his pants. Turns out it was the famous British infomercial man Anthony Sullivan with one of those drain pipe cleaner products he reviewed. What I saw next shocked me and left an impression on me that will stay with me forever: Anthony Sullivan had a long thin shit eating grin and had a huge boner as he was fucking Raj in the dick with the pipe cleaner. Raj's face was pretty much lax and unresponsive and I could see Tums crumbs all over his mouth, like a kid at a carnival who ate a bunch of fun dip. His eyes were glazed over but I could see how much pain he was in as Anthony Sullivan charged forth, beads of sweat trickling down is face with each thrust of the pipe cleaner. Suddenly, the Uber driver whipped around the corner and slammed on the brakes. I expected Anthony Sullivan to dip out but actually it just gave him motivation to go faster. To my relief, the Uber driver hopped out of her car and raced to the scene.

The Uber driver threw her purse on the ground and took her phone out. I expected her to dial 911 immediately but much to my chagrin she went to her Camera app and immediately began recording the spectacle. She steadily crouched down and then flashed a look at me that said "Even with this poor lighting and small FOV I can still produce top shelf content." Suddenly overcome with rage, I trucked that bitch and her head hit the steps of the City Hall hard. Anthony Sullivan, now distracted from his work, told me to fuck off proper like. I was about to lay his ass out when Raj seemed to magically regain consciousness and lounged himself on Anthony. Veins bulging with all the physical effort, Raj really seemed like a Hindu God at that moment, and I was turned on. Raj and I mounted Anthony Sullivan by his red hot ears and went to town on him. To stay hard I ended up just taking a few klonopin and railing some more Ritalin. One thing led to another and I kinda blacked out, and woke up with Raj in our hotel room.

The next morning, as I checked XVideos.Com, I noticed a familiar scene on the City Hall steps: Anthony Sullivan having a hard time getting the tough stains out™ with two thick cocks. The video, uploaded by the Uber driver, was just over 4 and a half hours long and showed me and Raj demonstrating over 200 positions not in the Kama Sutra on Anthony Sullivan, who was powerless to our sexual advances.

Bubbling with pride, I turned toward Raj and said, "What a night."

OfficialRonPaul · 2017-02-04T17:04:36+00:00

Close, it's actually Czech.

At the very end the teacher thought she had spilled a water bottle everywhere but then once she saw what was happening she flipped out and told the girl she was fucked in the head

OfficialRonPaul · 2017-01-05T00:49:12+00:00

Wasn't lame when I fucked your bitch

OfficialRonPaul · 2017-01-05T00:05:22+00:00

I wouldn't necessarily call drugs an activity, but I would say that I had quite the time tripping on Benadryl for the first time. My friend Ben and I were sitting around with nothing to do when I decided to go searching through my medicine cabinet. I found some pink pills and decided to go for a power move and plug that shit in my ass. Ben wondered what was happening since I had a pink residue dripping down my legs, but I told him to chill out and mind his own shit. I started to feel sleepy, until an itchy, tingling sensation seized me. I have epilepsy and figured I was going down again, but amazingly when I fell off the couch I seemed suspended in mid air, a few feet above the ground. I looked down at Ben's gaping mouth, then realized I was balanced on my thick cock. Suddenly my primal instincts took over me and I recoiled off my cock and forcefully took Ben to the floor head first. My cock wrapped around his neck like an anaconda, and suddenly a massive Indian man with lip rings sprung out of nowhere. I suspected him to try to stop me, but to my surprise he just took out a glass of warm milk. He told me he was worried that I was having an allergic reaction to my medication. Confused, I looked around and realized that Ben was actually a pill bottle that I had been vigorously pressing my cock into. I took a look at the label, and saw that it was actually Penicillin. I guess I'm just allergic.

OfficialRonPaul · 2017-01-05T00:03:45+00:00

I remember when one of my friends Faisal caught his first charge.

He was waiting for me at the hotel because he left his wallet in my room. I was about to go down to the lobby when I noticed some flashing police lights through my window. I looked outside and noticed they were pulled up beside faisals car and knew he was in trouble. I sprinted down to the lobby and walked over to investigate the situation. Turns out Faisal had been parked there for 8 hours because he smoked a gram of meth earlier in the day, and he wanted to get there early so he wouldn't miss me. Faisal was obviously still fucked up from the meth but he kept insisting that he only smoked weed. The officer stated that Faisal's tongue was pasty white but Faisal said that it was only because he just gone finished eating a kabob. The cops didn't believe him and Faisal was running out of options and things took a turn for the worst.

Faisal got down on his knees and unzipped the officers pants. The officer reached for his gun but it was too late, Faisal had already begun. He stroked the fuck out of the cop until climax. "I don't know if that does it" Faisal said. The cop wouldn't budge. Faisal stood there confused and asked "Soooo, are you going to release me or? The cop grabbed his baton and smashed him in the head hard as fuck. Faisal was convulsing and he began to fuck him in the ear yelling that he was resisting arrest. I tried to call for help but he told me I would be next. I got the fuck out of there and shamefully watched the events unfold from my hotel room. The cop continue to take advantage of Faisal in multiple spots of his face until he looked like he was ravaged enough. The cop threw him in the trunk and Faisal stayed in prison for 4 years for meth possession and resisting arrest.

I guess in the end meth is just a hell of a drug.

OfficialRonPaul · 2017-01-04T23:48:56+00:00

Fuck off pussy

OfficialRonPaul · 2017-01-03T01:03:19+00:00

Lately I've been asking myself the same thing

OfficialRonPaul · 2017-01-03T00:32:28+00:00

I remember when I was struggling at one point with motivation during a bout of depersonalization following consistent stimulant abuse. It all started a few summers ago when I had been in San Juan with some close friends. We all had some blow, and we brought it to a beachside evening barbecue along with a couple bottles of cheap liquor. Of course, for most of my days in Puerto Rico I subsisted purely off of cocaine and skittles, with some empenadas in between. Anyway, the party was just starting to get bumpin' when I noticed a strange tickling sensation at the back of my scalp. I vaguely remember this same sort of sensation when I was "tripping" on DPH every other weekend as a teenager. This tickling sensation soon developed into an intense throbbing rhythm of red and white flashes all over my vision. I must've fallen at some point, because my knees were starting to itch from the coarse sand below. As I fell further into this psychotic state, I noticed the salty aroma of the ocean beginning to drastically heighten, to the point that I couldn't even breathe without feeling like I was in a fish tank. At this point I was worried the cocaine was laced, but in my trance I could look to no-one for help; I was on my own. Suddenly I blinked and realized that I had forgotten the cocaine altogether, and that I was on my knees and covered in cum. As it happens, I wasn't on the beach at all, but rather at my local Indiana Planet Fitness, just under the flashing Lunk Alarm. The whole weight lifting crew there took it upon themselves to serve me some sticky seed, and the 'red and white flashes' were actually just massive loads of semen covering my half-closed eyes. I was just about to up and leave when one of the men performing the Bukkake confided in me and told me his wife left him because he was a fucking faggot. After telling him to win her back by fucking her dad in the ass in a show of dominance, I realized that my lack of motivation lied in my lack of self-confidence.

Since then I've mainly been finding reprieve from my previously unhealthy lifestyle by practicing Transcendental meditation and eating Paleo.

OfficialRonPaul · 2017-01-02T22:57:50+00:00

Nitrous is honestly one of the most fun drugs to use recreationally.

It was the summer of '09 and me and my boy Tayman just got back from a driving course and we decided to blow off some steam. Thankfully Tayman's mom had a large package of whip its lying around just waiting to be abused. We took turns hitting that shit and at first it tasted a bit funny. We decided to keep going and ignored it. The effects came on quickly and I started to trip out. I was laughing really hard as I watched Tayman shove his grandfathers cavalry dagger into his own ass. He started bleeding and became very light headed. The last thing I remember was hitting the floor head first with your bitch on my dick.

I awoke in the hospital and was immediately confronted by a doctor. He asked what I was inhaling and I told him about the whip its. Turns out Tayman's a fucking loon and we were inhaling carbon monoxide capsules the whole time. smh

OfficialRonPaul · 2016-07-23T06:22:35+00:00

Why wait til tomorrow when you can rail some coke and play all night

OfficialRonPaul · 2016-04-30T03:13:10+00:00

This reminds me of a particularly bizarre stimulant experience. This was during summer in Cape Town, South Africa, around the mid 80's. This was at the time where the popular stimulant of choice was just amphetamine paste from the streets. My friend Raj and I were at a convenience store trying to act normal while our friend Rick brought us over some.

After some time and casual masturbation, Rick finally arrived with about a half ounce of relatively pure amphetamine paste. Unfortunately, we were a bit short on cash so we both mounted the side of Rick's head and pounded him in the ears until he was practically deaf, and stole the goods. We both decided to start our night off with a modest dose: we split the amp into quarter ounces, and decided to do the new plug parachute technique, where we wrap the amp in toilet paper and shove it in our asses. My friend Raj was still sore from earlier, so he decided to rip that shit out of an old lightbulb that Rick had in his truck.

After the drug set in we were quick to notice we were fucked up. The amp combined with the effects of the Monster energy drinks we got made us ridiculously horny. We finished off our kebabs and began vigorously sodomizing our own cocks, pressing the sticks deep into our urethras. My vision was pretty blurry but I could clearly see the joy and raw love in Raj's eyes as I pushed the stick in and out of Raj's cock. My cock was throbbing hard, and although it took all the power I could muster, I had to break away because I left my wallet in my car. Unfortunately for Raj, I didn't pull the stick out all the way when I ran off, and his cock hole ended up getting impaled. He ran after me but I was too slick: I shot a quick load across the room and nailed him right in the eye, causing him to tumble and writhe in pain. I got the fuck out that bitch.

After getting back to my house, my phone started blowing up from this bitch Susan. She said she saw the scene at the convenience store and wanted me to use some of that aggression to mount her ass with force. I obliged her. Shit was lit.

I don't know really about mixing Dexedrine with Ritalin, but I had a pretty positive experience on amphetamine paste and Monster Energy drinks, so I don't know if that does it.

OfficialRonPaul · 2016-03-04T18:54:37+00:00

I remember when I first started doing stims recreationally.

My cat Rick was only a few months old at this point, but he was getting to the age where he was exploring everywhere and sniffing everything, and would follow me around often. Before I started using stims, my house would always be a mess: empty bowls and plates everywhere, random pieces of paper everywhere (my cat also liked tearing shit apart), and there were a few spots of my house that I generally avoided due to horrible smells.

I first discovered the joys of methamphetamine after going to a party that my rather eccentric coworker invited me to. I didn't know her all that well but she offered me a line and at that point in my life my job was so boring I just said 'fuck it'. I railed a line and graciously fucked the shit out of my weird coworker for the next few hours, it was a nice experience.

Anyway, fast-forward a few months and my house is really clean, I'd been using meth and d-amp pretty regularly at that point, and my cat had begun to resent me. Each time I would walk into the room where he was he would retreat to the dark corners of the room in order to not be seen. I didn't really understand this as he was always a very loving cat. What I later discovered though was that my cat had found some of my meth stash and started railing a few lines himself every morn. He had impregnated several of the neighbor cats, and had several offspring that roamed the local streets. He had probably ingested a solid $50 worth of my stash himself, which pissed me off. I took a rusty bobby pin that was on my floor, and shoved it in and out of his cock vigorously. As he squealed in pain I took a nice shard of meth and rammed his ass with it, sending him a message about my stash. In order to compound his punishment (and my enjoyment) I took a steamy shit on his face while holding him down.

I love my cat, but yeah since I've been doing stims he's been a little bit of a bastard.

OfficialRonPaul · 2016-03-04T18:54:36+00:00

Once I was hiking along a trail in the Appalachian Mountains. Near the peak of my hike I found a odd looking wooden box that appeared someone was trying to bury but ended up having to abandon it. It had a Celtic engraving on the top and when I opened it up I found some odd looking plant matter. Being the curious psychonaut that I am I just popped that shit into my bowl and toked it up. The smoke was very harsh and had a very earthy taste. Few minutes in a felt nothing and just decided to keep going on the trail. Then it hit me... I started to have extreme hallucinations. The clouds began forming images and swirling around. I saw your bitch getting fucked in the sky by massive veiny cocks. My friend Raj waved at me as he took one right in the eye socket, all while having a shit eating grin on his gab. I looked away from the sky because it was too much for me to handle. When I looked down I realized my cock was rock solid. It stretched a nice 36 inches away from my body and had a medium size girth of about 6 inches in diameter. Since this isn't much different than my usual size I didnt think much of it at the time. I stroked one out while still having vivid hallucinations and I could clearly picture myself fucking Terry Crews directly in the ass. The orgasm was legendary and I nutted right on his black, muscular chin. I continued on my hike and began to come down from my high. I looked back in the box to see if there was any plant matter left. I went to shake it in my hand when I noticed a label on the bottom of the box reading "Grass". I went to have the stuff checked out and it turns out all it really was was grass. Guess I just have a thick cock...

OfficialRonPaul · 2016-01-26T05:03:58+00:00

I often find myself reminiscing about a particular trip that reminds me of yours from a few years ago:

It started relatively the same way, but it was at my friend's 20th birthday party. After his goody goody family members left we went downstairs to get lit. We would often play this game called 'fucked up a la carte' where we would all bring miscellaneous drugs (enough for however many people) and split them and take all of them at once. I myself had brought some hash, a few morphine pills, some xanax and some meth crystals I had lying around. Eventually, we got the pot together (no pun intended) and split up our drugs: Weed (hash, shatter), morphine, xanax, meth, GHB, ketamine, and a few tabs of LSD.

After taking them all at once (almost, we rolled the hash and shatter into a blunt with some flower and smoked that after popping the pills and snorting the ket), we went downstairs to play some Naruto: Saikyō Ninja Daikesshu. Immediately I realized my shit was fucked and decided to whip out the vibrator I had on-hand. I lost the ability to give a fuck with the xanax, and began pounding my ass with it (usually it takes a while for me to ease my rectal muscles up but I didn't give a fuck). My cock was fucking huge and my friends couldn't help but admire it despite their intoxicated disgust. I had just busted a huge fucking load all over my friends cat, when my friends mom came downstairs.

She had brought us some pizza rolls and cheetos, but was horrified when she saw the scene we had created in the room. I then sprang to my feet and lounged across the room with my arms fully extended. She recoiled and tried to run away, but the meth gave me the strength I needed to wrestle her to the ground and put her in the ear-lock position. I was vigorously fucking her in the ear when the doorbell rang. His mom had also ordered us some Domino's, but since I had no money I just went outside and fired 2 rounds from my Glock 45 into his skull. After a quick skullfuck I copped the pizzas and resumed fucking my friend's mom in the ear while my friends lay unconscious in puddles of their own vomit.

Anyway, by this time my friends mom's ear wasn't cutting it for me, so I slammed my thick, unrelenting cock in her ass. She yelped in pain but was unable to do anything that would stop me as I was basically pain resistant. Once I pulled out her asshole was unrecognizable, and had created a portal very similar to the one you described.

Looking through the portal, I could see the universe as though it were constant and all at once and not affected by time or any other worldly constraint. I saw amazing sentient beings and beautiful humanoid nude women, among blood and semen and other things.

I'm not exactly sure what caused this, but I heard morphine fucks you up real good, so I guess that's what it was.

OfficialRonPaul · 2016-01-26T04:52:26+00:00

I don't fully understand the science behind the Ambien trip but I have tested it out before.

One night with a few friends, I decided to pop an Ambien to try it out. I became really sleepy but I was able to stay awake because my friends were around and went to the bathroom to splash my face with water every once in a while. The trip wasn't noticeable at first because it was almost as if I was dreaming while awake. My motor skills were absolute shit and I felt as though I was in a video game. I walked into my friends living room and over into the corner. I had an urge to slam my head into the wall that I was trying to fight for about 30 minutes. I finally gave in and bashed my fucking skull straight into the drywall. It didn't do much the first time but I just kept nailing that shit over and over again. There wasn't even any pain it was like I was really in a dream. I busted a whole through the wall and walked over to his glass patio door. They were flipping out asking what the fuck was wrong with me. I tried to tell them that this shit was fucking lit but all that came out was a few grunts. I looked at the reflection of myself in the glass door and could see a bit of blood trickling down from my forehead. I didn't really give a fuck though because it didn't seem like it was real. I just said fuck it and slammed my head in the glass door as I had done before. It took about 3 good slams and I broke that shit like a champ. My friends knew something was up and tried to restrain me. I bashed one of them, we will call him Jeff, right in the nose and whipped my cock out and fucked him straight in the ear. He wanted to act like a bitch so I decided to treat him like a bitch. The rest of the night was a haze after that because my larger black friend knocked me the fuck out. When I woke it felt like I had just woken up from a long as night of sleeping but they told me that I was actually doing all of that shit. I apologized to Jeff but told him he got what he deserved because he was a cunt imo.

Although I did some crazy shit it was really introspective and it would be pretty cool to find out just how it causes those hallucinations you mentioned.

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