Nighthawk

I've considered smoking a pipe. Maybe you should do that. It's kind of a gamble how smoking a pipe makes a person look though.

I think he's on to something. If they've got a flaw, it's the vocals.

Eh, maybe. By the way, I had mistakenly taken the cold and cough formula which is supposed to give you a stroke, but seeing as I didn't have one, that speaks well of my ability to handle it. I wouldn't mind seeing what the third's like... people seem to say it's different for everybody. The fourth doesn't even sound like something I'd be interested in. It sounds like it's for hippies.

I read some stuff about it, apparently cough syrup which also contains acetaminophen will kill you slowly and painfully. I can already guess what's going to happen, Hard Copy or some such thing will get wind of the epidemic and run an expose, causing uneducated youths to snatch up any cough suppresant they can find and kill themselves. That's perversely funny. This is pretty heavy stuff. I may not do it again after all. I liked it but it seems like a lot of trouble and responsibility. I didn't like it that much.

But what if Matt wanted her to?

So does that mean you're the second type of user or you took too much?

By the way, Agent, how far have you gone with DXM yourself?

You're right. That's what I'm getting from now on.

How much did you take? Actually half a bottle? I figure there must be some strong variance in the dosage required. I can't imagine anybody going to the 4th plateau because they'd have to drink four bottles of Robitussin! I'm almost throwing up thinking about it.

Not really, no. Much of it is logged here at the board, and I did save the aim chat I had with Rando in which we discussed an interesting time travel idea I had. That's good to know as it's apparently 1 bottle per plateau. Had I been inclined to go further, I wouldn't have liked trying to guess how much to take, and then fuck around and go to the 4th.

I don't know about a habit... I'd do it again, but I'd imagine as more of special occasions thing, due largely to my inability to do much of anything while in the throes of it's influence. Now that I'm pretty much down, my reactions: It wreaked havoc on my sense of time. It seemed as though years were passing, while at the same time no time was passing at all. It gave me slight cotton mouth for some reason. I was drinking diet code red mountain dews, which I'm sure only made it worse. I felt three distict stages of the trip, although the last may have been a regression to the first. It's hard to tell. I was able to converse fairly coherently throughout, both on the computer and to people in the room. I did experience some mild disassociative affects.

Yeah, I got up to get a drink and unplugged all the cords from the computer. Rant and I were conversing on aim, this explains my abrupt dissappearance.

It finally did it for real this time, I was full on tripping. Agent must be a lightweight, what with his half a bottle stuff. Took two full bottles. I'm coming down now. I loved the experience and would do it again.

I like being called Milky.

I'd hang out with Mole in real life. Not in cyberspace though. He has terrible taste in television.

Man, people like Dark Knight Returns, they really do. Who'd a thought basing it off that would create backlash?

Hey yeah, I'm not masturbating to Emma Watson. It's just an innocent crush. I would want us to be friends, not lovers.

That's ok, but here's what I'll do, among other edits: Give him the crossface and the pedigree as finishers and use the front dropkick from the top rope as the senton bomb.

Wait, I was the one with the crush on the 14 year old. It was Emma Watson, by the way. But it's only partially her. I just like the Hermione character. She's so smart.

Yeah, you're cool. From now on, nobody fucks with CanadianChick.

I feel bad for making strange comments to Canadian Chick. I wish I could buy her a soda and take her to the prom to make it up to her.

Didn't I just talk about that?

More than usual. I did this without typoing at all though. Wait, it's no longer true.

I have more girl friends than boy friends.

I hope I didn't scare CanadianChick with my drug talk, because she's really a lovely girl. If a man is considered guilty for what goes on in his mind, give me the electric chair for all my future crimes. Electric chair. Hey Jackie. Let's stick the seven inch in the computer.