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#1461 toomuchstash

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Posted 06 December 2006 - 5:38 PM

(i've been waiting like 17 fucking years to use that line)

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Posted 07 December 2006 - 8:53 PM

Boring afternoon, got my first exam out of the way with little to no difficulties. Next one's tomorrow so I have a fair bit of studying ahead of me. But it's early and I'm going to make a slow go of it.



Just crushed and ate/drank 4 Tylenol #3's with codeine. Acetaminophen levels are low enough I didn't bother with a filtration. Washed it down with some clamato juice and a shot of white rum. Took an antihistamine as well before I realized that the non-drowsy ones don't potentiate opiates. Ah well, I'm not getting dressed again and leaving the house. Hopefully 120 mg codeine will give me a warm fuzzy feeling and help me study. Or whatever.



Feeling good about tomorrow's exam. Feel good about today's exam. Will be feeling really good in 25 minutes.

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Posted 07 December 2006 - 8:59 PM

I would totally murder a hobo for some codiene... 2 for some vicodin.

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Posted 07 December 2006 - 9:04 PM

Just added some DXM to the mix. I'm a bit of an idiot.



I miss the oxycodone around here. That was some fun shit. So was drinking a fair bit of DXM and smoking a joint. Double vision never seemed so hilarious. Would do with a joint right now, but I'm not going to buy any until after exams, if even then. Clean living, clean living, clean living.



This Erol Alkan mix is already picking up some enhancements though.

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Posted 07 December 2006 - 9:08 PM

you ever hear DJ Screw? He's the Houston rap guy who makes music under the influence of cough syrup for listening under the influence of cough syrup.



He has his own store in Houston

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Posted 07 December 2006 - 9:10 PM

I've heard of him, but never listened to anything by him.



Getting nice and buzzy already. Actually feels like coming up on pills right now, the tactile sensation, slight altering of perception, and need to dance.

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Posted 07 December 2006 - 9:29 PM

Plateauing off. This needs to go up more or down more or something. But I'm not taking anything else. Benzos stay locked away.



Give it some time. Or else I'll actually start doing schoolwork.

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Posted 07 December 2006 - 9:33 PM

dude, just don't die like that IRC retard... "I TOLD U I WAS HARDCORE!"

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Posted 07 December 2006 - 9:35 PM

No, definetly. This will have to do. It's a pleasant little buzz. Was hoping more though. Ah well.

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Posted 08 December 2006 - 3:45 AM

Whirly just nailed it "Oh my god, we've destroyed an entire generation!"



and it reminded me of this:



HOWL

by Allen Ginsberg





I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by

madness, starving hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn

looking for an angry fix,

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly

connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,

who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat

up smoking in the supernatural darkness of

cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities

contemplating jazz,

who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and

saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,

who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes

hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy

among the scholars of war,

who were expelled from the academies for crazy &

publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,

who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear,

burning their money in wastebaskets and listening

to the Terror through the wall,

who got busted in their pubic beards returning through

Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,

who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in

Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their

torsos night after night

with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares,

alcohol and cock and endless balls,

incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and

lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson,

illuminating all the motionless world of Time between,

Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery

dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops,

storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon

blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree

vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn,

ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,

who chained themselves to subways for the endless

ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine

until the noise of wheels and children brought

them down shuddering mouth-wracked and

battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance

in the drear light of Zoo,

who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's

floated out and sat through the stale beer after

noon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening to the crack

of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,

who talked continuously seventy hours from park to

pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,

lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping

down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills

off Empire State out of the moon,

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts

and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks

and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,

whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days

and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the

Synagogue cast on the pavement,

who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a

trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,

suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grind-ings and

migraines of China under junk-with-drawal in Newark's bleak furnished room,

who wandered around and around at midnight in the

railroad yard wondering where to go, and went,

leaving no broken hearts,

who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing

through snow toward lonesome farms in grand-father night,

who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy

and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively

vibrated at their feet in Kansas,

who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary

indian angels who were visionary indian angels,

who thought they were only mad when Baltimore

gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight street

light smalltown rain,

who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston

seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the

brilliant Spaniard to converse about America

and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa,

who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving

behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees

and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago,

who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the

F.B.I. in beards and shorts with big pacifist

eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets,

who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting

the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,

who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union

Square weeping and undressing while the sirens

of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed

down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed,

who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked

and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons,

who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight

in policecars for committing no crime but their

own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,

who howled on their knees in the subway and were

dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,

who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly

motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,

who blew and were blown by those human seraphim,

the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,

who balled in the morning in the evenings in rose

gardens and the grass of public parks and

cemeteries scattering their semen freely to

whomever come who may,

who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up

with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath

when the blond & naked angel came to pierce

them with a sword,

who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate

the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar

the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb

and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but

sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden

threads of the craftsman's loom,

who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of

beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a candle and fell off the bed, and continued along

the floor and down the hall and ended fainting

on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and

come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,

who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling

in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning

but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the sun

rise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in the lake,

who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad

stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these

poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver-joy

to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls

in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses'

rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with

gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station

solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too,

who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in

dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and

picked themselves up out of basements hung

over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third

Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment offices,

who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on

the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the

East River to open to a room full of steamheat and opium,

who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment

cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime

blue floodlight of the moon & their heads shall

be crowned with laurel in oblivion,

who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested

the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery,

who wept at the romance of the streets with their

pushcarts full of onions and bad music,

who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the

bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts,

who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned

with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded

by orange crates of theology,

who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty

incantations which in the yellow morning were

stanzas of gibberish,

who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht

& tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom,

who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg,

who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot

for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks

fell on their heads every day for the next decade,

who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique

stores where they thought they were growing

old and cried,

who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits

on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse

& the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments

of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the

fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the

drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,

who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten

into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alley

ways & firetrucks, not even one free beer,

who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of

the subway window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes,

cried all over the street,

danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed

phonograph records of nostalgic European

1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and

threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans

in their ears and the blast of colossal steam whistles,

who barreled down the highways of the past journeying

to each other's hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude

watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation,

who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out

if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had

a vision to find out Eternity,

who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who

came back to Denver & waited in vain, who

watched over Denver & brooded & loned in

Denver and finally went away to find out the

Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,

who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying

for each other's salvation and light and breasts,

until the soul illuminated its hair for a second,

who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for

impossible criminals with golden heads and the

charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet

blues to Alcatraz,

who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky

Mount to tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys

or Southern Pacific to the black locomotive or

Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the

daisychain or grave,

who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hyp

notism & were left with their insanity & their

hands & a hung jury,

who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism

and subsequently presented themselves on the

granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads

and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy,

and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin

Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational

therapy pingpong & amnesia,

who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic

pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia,

returning years later truly bald except for a wig of

blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible mad

man doom of the wards of the madtowns of the East,

Pilgrim State's Rockland's and Greystone's foetid

halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul,

rocking and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench

dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare,

bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon,

with mother finally fucked, and the last fantastic book

flung out of the tenement window, and the last

door closed at 4. A.M. and the last telephone

slammed at the wall in reply and the last furnished room

emptied down to the last piece of mental furniture,

a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet,

and even that imaginary,

nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination

ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and

now you're really in the total animal soup of time

and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed

with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use

of the ellipse the catalog the meter & the vibrating plane,

who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space

through images juxtaposed, and trapped the

archangel of the soul between 2 visual images

and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun

and dash of consciousness together jumping

with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus

to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human

prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent

and shaking with shame,

rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm

of thought in his naked and endless head,

the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown,

yet putting down here what might be left to say

in time come after death,

and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in

the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the

suffering of America's naked mind for love into

an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone

cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio

with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered

out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.

What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open

their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?

Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unob

tainable dollars! Children screaming under the

stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men

weeping in the parks!

Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the

loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy

judger of men!

Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the

crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of

sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment!

Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!

Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose

blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers

are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo!

Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!

Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows!

Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long

streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories

dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose

smokestacks and antennae crown the cities!

Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch

whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch

whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch

whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen!

Moloch whose name is the Mind!

Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream

Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in

Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!

Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom

I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch

who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy!

Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch!

Light streaming out of the sky!

Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs!

skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic

industries! spectral nations! invincible mad

houses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!

They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pave-

ments, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to

Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!

Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies!

gone down the American river!

Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole

boatload of sensitive bullshit!

Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions!

gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs!

Ten years' animal screams and suicides!

Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on

the rocks of Time!

Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the

wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell!

They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving!

carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!

Carl Solomon! I'm with you in Rockland

where you're madder than I am

I'm with you in Rockland

where you must feel very strange

I'm with you in Rockland

where you imitate the shade of my mother

I'm with you in Rockland

where you've murdered your twelve secretaries

I'm with you in Rockland

where you laugh at this invisible humor

I'm with you in Rockland

where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter

I'm with you in Rockland

where your condition has become serious and

is reported on the radio

I'm with you in Rockland

where the faculties of the skull no longer admit

the worms of the senses

I'm with you in Rockland

where you drink the tea of the breasts of the

spinsters of Utica

I'm with you in Rockland

where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the

harpies of the Bronx

I'm with you in Rockland

where you scream in a straightjacket that you're

losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss

I'm with you in Rockland

where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul

is innocent and immortal it should never die

ungodly in an armed madhouse

I'm with you in Rockland

where fifty more shocks will never return your

soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a

cross in the void

I'm with you in Rockland

where you accuse your doctors of insanity and

plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the

fascist national Golgotha

I'm with you in Rockland

where you will split the heavens of Long Island

and resurrect your living human Jesus from the

superhuman tomb

I'm with you in Rockland

where there are twenty-five-thousand mad com-

rades all together singing the final stanzas of

the Internationale

I'm with you in Rockland

where we hug and kiss the United States under

our bedsheets the United States that coughs all

night and won't let us sleep

I'm with you in Rockland

where we wake up electrified out of the coma

by our own souls' airplanes roaring over the

roof they've come to drop angelic bombs the

hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls collapse

O skinny legions run outside O starry

spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is

here O victory forget your underwear we're free

I'm with you in Rockland

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-

journey on the highway across America in tears

to the door of my cottage in the Western night

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Posted 08 December 2006 - 3:49 AM

Now that is a fantastic poem. But I was hoping for a punchline from you somewhere.



I hope you're at least blasted, but given the time of day it is out there, I doubt it.



(On a side note, the new cough syrups use sorbitol as a sugar substitute so diabetics can use it. Sorbitol causes diarrhea. A case of putting my learning into practice, as it were. D'oh!)

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Posted 08 December 2006 - 3:58 AM

We are the punchline.



Bwah, cough syrup shits...



dude, on my 18th birthday I drove up to san francisco to buy acid, with a couple of friends and the girl I lost my virginity to... we were getting ready to take off, and she chugs this bottle of robotussin. We were waitng for my friends to come outta their place, and she opens the car door and just chucks purple all over the gutter.



after that she enjoyed it. Dumped her after that road trip tho'.

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Posted 08 December 2006 - 4:00 AM

Really it is the all-in-one wonder product. Cough suppressant, psychoactive drug, and effective laxative. Could do with a bit more of the second function and less of the third.



Didn't really get a lengthy dose in today. Was nice and buzzed for about an hour between the codeine and the Robo, faded after that pretty fast. I think I prefer the lorazepam. Definetly prefer the oxycodone.

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Posted 08 December 2006 - 4:54 AM

hehe, I just got back from the drugstore and spent way too much time there. Almost *almost* got some sugarfree cough syrup because I'm trying to kick this nasty cold and the sugar in regular cough syrup has been upsetting my stomach the past couple of days. What I really could use is some codeine. Or even better, some tussionex - that is reeeeaal nice. But the last time I was prescribed it was when stash took me to the hospital a few years ago because I had this asthmatic coughing fit that wouldn't let up for 4 hours.
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Posted 08 December 2006 - 5:29 AM

whirlygirl Escribi�:

hehe, I just got back from the drugstore and spent way too much time there. Almost *almost* got some sugarfree cough syrup because I'm trying to kick this nasty cold and the sugar in regular cough syrup has been upsetting my stomach the past couple of days. What I really could use is some codeine. Or even better, some tussionex - that is reeeeaal nice. But the last time I was prescribed it was when stash took me to the hospital a few years ago because I had this asthmatic coughing fit that wouldn't let up for 4 hours.




Warning: the sugar-free cough syrup is probably the one that contains sorbitol. If so expect a night on the toilet. Friendly warning. :D

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Posted 08 December 2006 - 5:48 AM

Pot of green tea. I am very caffeinated. Too much. Too jittery. Not all that pleasant. Still a full mug sitting in front of me. My eyes must look like this: 8O

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Posted 08 December 2006 - 5:57 AM

Darkstarexodus Escribi�:

whirlygirl Escribi�:

hehe, I just got back from the drugstore and spent way too much time there. Almost *almost* got some sugarfree cough syrup because I'm trying to kick this nasty cold and the sugar in regular cough syrup has been upsetting my stomach the past couple of days. What I really could use is some codeine. Or even better, some tussionex - that is reeeeaal nice. But the last time I was prescribed it was when stash took me to the hospital a few years ago because I had this asthmatic coughing fit that wouldn't let up for 4 hours.




Warning: the sugar-free cough syrup is probably the one that contains sorbitol. If so expect a night on the toilet. Friendly warning. :D




hahaha, thankfully for me, the toilet and the entire sewage system for that matter, I refrained from purchasing sugarfree cough syrup! I am all too familiar with the sorbitol blast - I eat sugarfree candy and over indulged which... well. Yeah. X-D
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Posted 08 December 2006 - 5:58 AM

whirlygirl Escribi�:

Darkstarexodus Escribi�:

whirlygirl Escribi�:

hehe, I just got back from the drugstore and spent way too much time there. Almost *almost* got some sugarfree cough syrup because I'm trying to kick this nasty cold and the sugar in regular cough syrup has been upsetting my stomach the past couple of days. What I really could use is some codeine. Or even better, some tussionex - that is reeeeaal nice. But the last time I was prescribed it was when stash took me to the hospital a few years ago because I had this asthmatic coughing fit that wouldn't let up for 4 hours.




Warning: the sugar-free cough syrup is probably the one that contains sorbitol. If so expect a night on the toilet. Friendly warning. :D




hahaha, thankfully for me, the toilet and the entire sewage system for that matter, I refrained from purchasing sugarfree cough syrup! I am all too familiar with the sorbitol blast - I eat sugarfree candy and over indulged which... well. Yeah. X-D




Yum! X-D



Ironically enough, I'm studying units on constipation and diarrhea at the moment. heh.

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Posted 08 December 2006 - 6:01 AM

Darkstarexodus Escribi�:

whirlygirl Escribi�:

Darkstarexodus Escribi�:

whirlygirl Escribi�:

hehe, I just got back from the drugstore and spent way too much time there. Almost *almost* got some sugarfree cough syrup because I'm trying to kick this nasty cold and the sugar in regular cough syrup has been upsetting my stomach the past couple of days. What I really could use is some codeine. Or even better, some tussionex - that is reeeeaal nice. But the last time I was prescribed it was when stash took me to the hospital a few years ago because I had this asthmatic coughing fit that wouldn't let up for 4 hours.




Warning: the sugar-free cough syrup is probably the one that contains sorbitol. If so expect a night on the toilet. Friendly warning. :D




hahaha, thankfully for me, the toilet and the entire sewage system for that matter, I refrained from purchasing sugarfree cough syrup! I am all too familiar with the sorbitol blast - I eat sugarfree candy and over indulged which... well. Yeah. X-D




Yum! X-D



Ironically enough, I'm studying units on constipation and diarrhea at the moment. heh.




Niiiice. You can take part in a clinical study/analysis!! X-D
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Posted 08 December 2006 - 6:07 AM

I'd rather not, thank you very much. :D



(I'm finding it amusing that music related threads veered off into drug talk today while Buzzed Posting veers off into gastrointestinal discussions.)

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