ok ok pass the pipe guys, i think im alive! geeezz wheres my group hug?

heheheh! from the moon and back! (crap) hehehhe!

[FYI] Found this somewhere on some joke site - felt posting it (so people might think - i can read, & has sense) hehehehe!



The Party's Over:

The party is over when you crash after a week of being up, and the only reason your supposive girlfriend pulls down your pants is to get to your dope hidden in a pouch strapped to your leg.


The party's over when you have to search your friend's car for bugs & tracking devices after getting it detailed.

The party's over when your doing circles in bed looking for shards for 4+ hours and wake up hanging half off the bed.

You know the party's over when your shadow-people start seeing shadow-people.

A sign that you may be overdoing it is when you're 5 or 10 minutes into an especially informative radio or T.V. program and just before you pick up the phone to tell a friend to tune it in, you notice it's in a foreign language you neither speak nor understand.

Remove any doubt it's time to cut back if, instead of admitting you tweaked on a perceptual hallucination, you think you're one of those miracle cases you've heard about, where someone suddenly can communicate in a language they've never spoken before.

The party's over when you've tweaked for so long the front porch light switch in your house now flushes the toilet.

You know the party is over when you're sitting in your room and you see your webcam light on and you think the feds are watching u thru your webcam.

You know the party might need to end when you get arrested twice, in the same day...In two different counties...

The party is DEFINITELY over when you figure out it doesn't really matter if you "hold it in" or not.

The party is over when you debate with your "friends", which is better to use? A torch or a lighter?

You know your party is over when you find yourself in the local bathhouse hot tub making bubble art out of boredom at 7 a.m.

The party is over when you would rather take multiple loads over several days then care about your t-cell count.

The party is over when you start having 2 day weeks.

The party is over when you're always late because "you have to do this real quick"

You know the party's over when the tree people are knocking at the door

Party's over when your house is in Everybody's trunk of their car.

You know the party's over when you spend more time looking for your pizzo then you do anything else

The party is over when you think your pimples shards your face and you spend hours pooking it out.

I knew it was over for a good friend of mine when I saw a profile posted about him online. The title of the profile read "Hotrail Tranny."

The party may be over if you've made sure to turn off the "online now" icon on myspace or yahoo msngr so no one will see you are on at 4 am on a Tuesday.

You know the party is over when you're green and your best friend is spraying you down with a hose while calling you skull face!

You know it's over when you empty the shredder and attempt to reconstruct the confetti into some sort of legible evidence of your boyfriend's philandering.

You know it is time for the party to stop when the ambulance takes you to the emergency room for the third time in a month and you still can't tell the difference between a comedown and a heart attack.

The party's over when you have imaginary relationships that you believe are entirely real with the porn stars you are watching on your speed binges.

The party's over when you buy a bag for you and your partner and buy an extra one for your own personal stash and keep it secret.

The party is over when your roommates that aren't home follow you to the bathroom and starts to clean ur foils.

The party was over for me when I no longer referred to days of the week as Monday thru Sunday but as day 1, day 2, day 3...

The party's over if you have ever had an anxiety attack so bad that you tried to sleep it off then decided you'd been in bed too long and so sat on the couch and decided that wasn't working either and so went back to bed... bed couch bed couch bed couch... for a whole week.

You know the party's over when you've bookmarked over 8 thousand sites in one night & cant even recall a single url without looking at the link.

You know the party's over when you resort to using your flashlight to get around the house because you've used all the light bulbs as pizzos and can't afford to replace the bulbs!

You know the party's over when you spend more on disposable lighters, butane, or candles than you do on food!

The party is truly over once you and your friends begin to remember days of the week based on endless (and meaningless) conversations rather than actual calendar days.

The party was over for me when my friends and I started comparing who'd been without sleep the longest! And we thought of it as an accomplishment!

The party was over when they knew me on a first name basis at the local pawnshop. And always said, "See you next week!"

You know the party's over when your phone rings 24/7 and you're awake and happy to take each call!

The party might be over when you have just read this whole list and have actually experienced most of them.

The party ended for me when I'd been up for too many days and didn't know where the hell I was or who I was when I'd been in the same place since the party started.

The party's over when you notice from across the room that there's an oily forehead spot just above the peephole on your door.

You know the party's over if you have "killed off" living relatives in order to get out of going to work.

The party's definitely over if you have spent days on end crying about breaking up with your boyfriend, who was your dealer, who you swore you could change.

The party was over when I stole from the drug dealer, and came back for more, realized someone else was about to steal, and they did. So I hid and watched out to see what else would happen and 4 others came into the apartment one at a time and stole also. We were his "best" customers.

Party's over when your mate now thinks you're calling the cops on him, only it's more like you know the party's over when your mate insists you're recording them for the feds.

The years long party ended when the people in the room next to mine always knew to play the song that I had stuck in my head.

The party is over when a special radio station that only tweakers can hear is being broadcast into your fireplace and they're telling you to go up on the roof to check for the TV station cameras that are there to videotape your arrest to put it on the news. The fireplace radio station is also instructing you to go to foxnews.net for directions on how to get out of being arrested and then you are in a panic because foxnews.net does not exist as a website.

The party is over when you have made friends and enemies with your neighbors, all through telepathic communication.

The party was over when my dealer, who now had a two-gram a day habit, was so tweaked out he started stealing from me to support his habit.

The party ended when I couldn't stop thinking they are watching me through my PC monitor or listening to me through the built-in microphone. And don't forget about the two-way web cam they installed while I was out of the house!

You need to stop the party if you have a yard sale 365 days a year, 24 hours and 7 days a week. But all you're trying to sell is junk you've found in the dumpster or behind the Goodwill.

The party is definitely done when your boyfriend cries for you to come back home, but you stay at some undisclosed hotel, gettin' screwed by your dealer.

The party's over if you have ever read this entire page and cried about it and laughed about it and then really sobbed about it only to decide to email it to your friends.

The party's over when you wonder how it is 6 AM when just 5 minutes ago it was 4 AM.

This party's over and it's time to quit when you pull up to your drug dealer's house and your dad's car is in the driveway.

The party's over when you are in a hotel room on the 8th floor and you swear that you just saw someone at the window!

You know the party is over when you are scraping all the old 20 bags to get that one "I swear it's the final" last hit but you still have that hidden oz but it's hidden so well that not even you can find it.

The party was over when the owner of the club where I was doing drag told me my jaw was so clenched that it looked like I could no longer open it wide enough to get the pipe in.

The party is over when your live-in boyfriend is out of town to visit his family and you are having sex with one guy upstairs and another one downstairs and you think you are such a rock star for getting it on and getting away with it.

The party is over when you call your friends to save you from the shadow people but you're not sure which shadow is the friend you called.

The party is over when you find yourself sitting in some doorway trying to cover up the bloody spots and scratches on your face with make-up.

The party is over when all the cock shots I post on a hook-up site are blurry because my hands are always shaking.

The party is over when your good friend is running a brothel out of your guest bedroom 'cause Tina makes him horny and you allow it 'cause he gets you high.

The party is way, way over when your constant computer tweaking makes it impossible for you to finish reading an article on Wikipedia before clicking on a link to another article, then repeating the process with each successive article until you cannot remember what article you started with even though it seemed somewhat important to look for it at the time. Another "Wiki" sign that the party is over: No matter what you started reading, you somehow end up at a meth, psychosis, or panic attack "resource page."

The party might over if you log on to web sites like this for entertainment at 4:00am.

The party was over for me when me and my buds were playin’ Carpet Ranger down on all fours, combing every last square inch of the carpet lookin’ for that one shard that NEVER dropped!!!

The party is over when you've got your closet in the trunk of your car (if you have a car).

The party is over when you find yourself anxiously seeking a couch to crash on for the night (every night).

The party is over when you've progressed to life as the dealer, and no longer the buyer.

The party’s over when you would love to just stick your head out the window to get a breath of fresh air but you don’t want any of those cameras to snap your picture.

The party has definitely ended when you find yourself driving 150 miles back and forth on a freeway in a state you don’t even live in. And all you can hear the entire time is your heart beat. And you swear on your life you are about to have a heart attack but you don’t.

The party is over when one friend is on his second year of unemployment and your other friend, the one who has had 4 jobs in the past two months, decided he had to move away, back to his family if there was to be hope. The results? One has a great new job, hasn't missed a day, goes to the gym 3 days a week and is actually active in his (new) community. The other one? He shot himself. Who do I feel like today?

This party life is over and done with when you don't need a bank account because you now take your check directly to your dealer since your front is about equal in size. Plus he/she always has cash if there is anything left after your debt is paid.

You know more then one person named "rocky" and none of them are boxers.

It’s time to quit when most of the people you know have names with descriptives in front of them, like Texas Tony, Bicycle Joe, Fast Danny.

You don't remember when you saw the sun last.

You are in the process of completing 200 projects.

You have a use for everything you find on the street.

One of your blinds is bent just enough for your eye to fit.

You know exactly where every 24-hour Walgreens is and are so familiar with their stock that you can and do tell the employees where to find things if they are out of something.

You put your tina somewhere and look for hours and never find it.

Do you own four vacuum cleaners and none work?..But they all take just one small part to work again.....It'll never happen.

You run out of sacs to chase!

When you're home alone and bored because all the friends you used to tweak with are in rehab, prison, or boarding school...

You know the party is over when you miss Christmas with your whole family because you were to busy having sex with people you don't even know.

It might be time to quit if you have imprints on your face from falling asleep with your face the keyboard.

I knew the party was over (or should’ve been) when the top told me he's just unloaded his POZ cum in my NEG ass and I just begged for more.

I choose to "make love doggie style" so both of us can still look out the window.

Because an eight ball is what determined the difference between a str8 guy and a gay guy.

I found myself searching all surfaces for shards, and ended up with a pipe full of wax scraped off the coffee table.

Another good sign the party is over is you have bug or, as I once thought, worms on or just under your skin that no matter how hard you try, you cannot get anyone else to see. Worse yet, you take tweezers to the "bugs" and end up with a nice bloody cut on your ankle. Yeah.. it was "good times" for me

Your own dealer cuts you off out of concern.

You've picked at your face and body so much that when children see you they are frightened and ask their mommy if you were burned in a fire.

Are your jaw muscles the only defined muscles left in your body?

You would be mad at your friend for talking crap about you in the other room all day if you hadn't actually witnessed her leaving hours ago.

Your days consist of computer tweaking, closet tweaking, “getting ready to leave” tweaking and your nights are filled with making to do lists that you don't do, orchestrating elaborate schemes you'll never (let’s hope) go through with and 4 a.m. Rite Aid shopping extravaganzas.

Does the DJ really really need to stop talking to you through the music?

Have you considered whether it was rude or not to take a hit off the pipe while getting fucked?

You say ”I'd lose my ass if it wasn't attached,” only to realize you lost your ass long ago and continue to give new meaning to the term partied your ass off.

You would have been happy to go to work, if you could just get out of your apartment.

When you look at yourself in the mirror and can't look yourself in the eyes.

You have a rolodex of dealers and give your money to the first one who answers the phone even if his stuff is more jumped on than the ones who aren't answering.

You tell someone you love him and within 5 minutes you tell them that you hate him.

You clean your dealer's house just to get a bag.

Your ex-boyfriend's voice is coming from the window-unit of your 3rd floor apartment.

You help a friend for hours, looking for something that you actually stole.

You spend 3 hours walking around walmart, and all you end up buying is some
duct tape and q-tips.

You are absolutely positive that that car following you ... look, there it is again.

Do stories of yet another arrest or OD just bore you?

Have you ever thought you were being visited by the secret conspiracy society?

Do you have a permanent prescription for Kwell or Penicillin?

Does the weekend now end late Monday night and begin again on Wednesday?

Are all of your remotes broken, missing or encrusted in lube?

How does your voracious appetite for speed compare to Kirstie Alley's appetite for french fries?

Has your cat or dog told you they’re fed up with your use?

Does the staff from the psych ward recognize you at the grocery store?

Are your carpets like a science experiment — or so free of lint that it’s crazy?

Do you create art projects out of carpet fuzz?

Have you lost important friendships or relationships?

Have you lost the trust of your family?

Have you run out of excuses to give work?

Have you experienced short term or long-term memory loss — or can’t you recall?

ok ok baaccckkk! lol! as if someone is looking... hehehhhee! heck screw it! IM BACK yO! for like a day. hehehheh!

yO!
omg! wtf!? IM BACK. heheheh! .... say.... no one even miss me at all? (
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