Showing posts with label bong. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bong. Show all posts

Saturday, July 21, 2007

SL/4.20 x 420

'Stoners nite' at Hooters-n-Shooters

DJ Elle is officiating. Meanwhile, Yetrates is releasing some kind of mints into the air, in increasing intervals. Intense, I tell her.
She is also holding a bong, wielding it like a light saber, and knighting several people with it.
Meanwhile, Elle giggles, and re-giggles.
She is dancing on top of glass, mind you, fish beneath her sneakers. No way would she would wear high heels tonight and risk injuring a fish by breaking the glass by dancing too much. There hasn't been a fish injury in the history of Second Life--as far as anyone knows--and DJ Elle isn't going to be the first one (to injure one).

I see what color underwear Yet is wearing: Squash. There is a similar-colored fish swimming in the tank. I want to eat it.

No I don't. Yes I do--if it's edible, which I don't think it is.

Noticing the mints now more than ever, especially the big, stationary one on my screen. The mint is sparkly; I like that. I want to eat it (too). I like it when a mint is sparkly. That means the mint has mint on it. The mint has little flecks of mint on it.

Yummy.

I love sucking the mint flecks off of mints I do I do I do.

(: Or at least trying to :)

Brb, famished.

Monday, March 26, 2007

SL/I say this as a straight man

My next trick is to invent a bong so realistic it looks like a penis is growing where the lips usually go.
Men will have a choice: to not smoke, or take the best bong hit ever.
Normal men will likely take the hit.
It will be fun watching their lips form around a penis (for the first time).


Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Second Life/
I somehow ended up at a Yard Sale with Milo, my Serbian house mate, where we accidentally looked at beds.

I need to create a bed for straight men. It will be your basic canopy with a divider going down the middle.
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Pets Wanted
I want a pet goldfish that follows me around.

Pets Wanted
Jenny came over and brought with her her elephant.







Jenny was kind enough to let her elephant use the trampoline.



The giant bong that Milo kept outside the house was the perfect size for the elephant (who knew this as well).






That there might be a car in the way didn't slow the elephant down as he charged the bong.







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A perfect fit.

Monday, March 19, 2007

SL/Overheard (stoner marathon)

Volunteer
LanceG: Anyone want to be my test subject?
Cret: I want you to operate on my taste buds.

Work avoidance
Lee: why you dont use this url for music
Lee: its 80s music
Muwa: oh i hear enough of that at work
Muwa: i need to escape 80s for awhile
Lee: where you working
Muwa: i work in what i call the 'work world'
Lee: lol

Provincialism?
EricD: I want to have the national flag of a country i don't like tattooed on my thumb.
EricD: On the bottom.

A Conversation unique to this universe
littleboy: Hey man, you're on fire.
Milo: I know.
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Over my head appeared a halo made of weed smoke.

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Symbolism

I want to dry off at a nude beach using shredded shower curtains as towels.

Entrepreneurial ism
I want to give virtual tours of the White House attic.

True confessions
I want access to one of the most mysterious places on earth--the confessional chamber normally occupied by Catholic priests. In these cloistered quarters I want to experience 100 bong hits in a row, one for each mistake of the day. At the end of these divine exhalations will be the undeniable smell of a plant being offered up to God. I will emerge with fresh ash on my shirt and lap.
I want to be free again.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

SL/total rambling of As

Anima
I want animation of me checking my wristwatch after each 10 minutes spent with a woman shopping for hair.

Announcement
We'll be holding weekly "bong-band" meetings at my house so bring your bongs and be prepared to suck.

Activism
Since our beach view was sold to a bunch of greedy developers, I propose we erect a giant mural of a beach scene in our backyards that defies the original.

Art
I want a poor house with a very very expensive bathroom.

Attraction?
He needs an animation of fainting every time he sees boobs. Paradoxically, boobs are the only things that can bring him back to life.

Alternative
"I'm going to be the first father that gives birth on Second Life."
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Instead of lindens we will be dispensing our own currency: lyndons.