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JOHNNY PEEPERS SORDID PAST
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JOHNNY PEEPERS SORDID PAST
by Dr Mengele Admin Wed Nov 30, 2011 1:00 am
Johnnypeeper’s Introduction to Crystal Meth
THE GOOD DOKTOR HAS INFORMED ME THAT IF I AM TO CONTINUE WORKING FOR HIM THEN I AM TO COME CLEAN ON MY SORDID DEPRAVED PAST AND LAY IT ON THE LINE, AS THE GOOD DOKTOR RUNS A CLEAN OPERATION AND SINCE WOLFIE PICKED ME OUT OF THE GUTTER IN PALM BEACH AFTER HAVING SCORED SOME HEAVY SHIT OFF A NAZI WANNABE WHICH WAS HEAVILY LACED WITH BLEACH AND HORSE TRANQUILLIZER THE GOOD DOKTOR DOES NOT WANT ANY WN NATIONAL GROUPS TO BE ABLE TO USE MY DEPRAVED PAST TO BESMIRCH THE GOOD DOKTORS NAME , HENCE I HAVE EXPOSED MY PREVIOUS DESPICABLE AND TOTALLY REPREHENSIBLE LIFESTYLE FOR THE WORLD TO SEE, PLEASE FORGIVE ME BUT SINCE BEING UNDER THE PROTECTIVE WING OF DOKTOR M AND HAVING THE FRIENDSHIP OF WOLFIE I HAVE SLOWLY BEEN ABLE TO BUILD A NEW LIFE ,I HAVE GIVEN MY HEART TO OUR SAVIOUR THE LORD JESUS CHRIST AND I AND OTHERS PRAY DAILY FOR MY REDEMPTION, BLESS YOU BROTHERS AND SISTERS.
Folks, I implore you, leave that stuff alone. I been using Crank on
and off (mostly on) for about 9 years. I have paid the price in terms of
evaporated grey-matter, depleted bank accounts (mine and several
others), judicially-imposed restitution costs, and a host of bodily
desecrations (too many to name without upgrading the megabytes on this
account). I intended this post partially as a warning, because I know
some of ya’ll dumb-asses will be in my shoes soon. Here is how I got
roped into this shit.
The first time I fucked with Tina was after a New Year’s Eve party
around 1998. I was hanging with a crew that had a great disdain for the
law, other’s property rights, and responsible hygiene. We was partying
hard at some Redneck sport’s bar with a couple of hoes. Sometime around 3
a.m., we decided we would jet downtown to procure some smoke. There was
this happening gay club downtown called Honey for the Bears
where you could score anything you wanted, including a Tyra
Banks-lookalike tranny knob-slob in the third stall (Tyra would pitch a
tent in her mini-skirt halfway through).
We all bailed up into the joint and I headed off to a back room where
I knew where a ganja dealer named Bilbo conducted business. He wasn’t
there, but a couple of fat bald-headed queens (sans their
typical wigs) was sitting in the corner giggling. One of them had a big
roll of flesh hanging where his head met his neck (kinda reminding me of
unflattened pizza dough). The other priss-monkey had on 50 lbs. of
cheap-ass costume jewelry and smelled like a fried turd slathered in Chanel No. 5 perfume.
I asked Pizza-Neck and Turd-Blossom where Bilbo was and they motioned
me to sit down. The last thing I wanted was to get hooked up in some
3-way ball-tickling with a couple of tricked-up bears, but I needed my
THC. Digiorno told me that Bilbo got popped for a failure to appear
warrant and that he had taken over his business until he got back from
lockup.
Next, he told me something that after hearing it, I should have
exercised caution and immediately left. Digiorno told me he would smoke
me out if I tried this special new shit from Texas that he had scored
recently. Johnnypeepers (ever the eternal dipshit who throws
life-sustaining caution and common sense to the wind) agreed to give it a
try. He handed a fanny-pack to Turd-Blossom and we headed off to the
pisser to fire that shit up. We went in the last stall, locked the door,
and lit up a purple-colored 8-armed Vishnu glass-dick. I took a deep
puff and remember feeling instant eye-popping exhilaration – kind of
like being in one of them hang-gliders that hits a fast rising air-bank
propelling you high into the dope-brained stratosphere.
I remember being in the stall with Turd-Blossom and feeling faint as a
mofo. All I can recall is not wanting to pass out – because I knew TB
would swab out my mouth with his man-meat if I went unconscious.
Luckily, it did not come to that, and I regained my senses. I remember
saying, “damn yo, I need a quarter of that shit.” TB said that I could
get a gram of what he called “Tweak” for $120. Knowing that me, and what
I had just smoked, needed to get to know each other better, I exited
the stall and hit the ATM down the street to get the duckets.
When I got back to the booth, the queens was chilling out and eating a
big-ass plate of nachos covered with jalapenos. I threw the bread on
the table and Digiorno slipped a little packet in my front jeans pocket
(making sure he felt the bulbous tip of my purple-headed warrior). I
scooted the f**k out with the quickness and gathered up my peeps telling
them that Bilbo got popped and the score was a bust. We cruised out
after I complained that I needed to crash because my head was spinning
from the tequila shots we had just taken. But in fact, I really wanted
to fire that shit up again in the safety of my own confines with no
interference. When I got home, I smoked three-quarters of the bag and
passed out in the bathtub with the water running.
Hopefully, this before-and-after shot of a once respectable
God-fearing American will act as a warning to those who are
contemplating the trudge down my ill-conceived Crank-chasing path.
THE GOOD DOKTOR HAS INFORMED ME THAT IF I AM TO CONTINUE WORKING FOR HIM THEN I AM TO COME CLEAN ON MY SORDID DEPRAVED PAST AND LAY IT ON THE LINE, AS THE GOOD DOKTOR RUNS A CLEAN OPERATION AND SINCE WOLFIE PICKED ME OUT OF THE GUTTER IN PALM BEACH AFTER HAVING SCORED SOME HEAVY SHIT OFF A NAZI WANNABE WHICH WAS HEAVILY LACED WITH BLEACH AND HORSE TRANQUILLIZER THE GOOD DOKTOR DOES NOT WANT ANY WN NATIONAL GROUPS TO BE ABLE TO USE MY DEPRAVED PAST TO BESMIRCH THE GOOD DOKTORS NAME , HENCE I HAVE EXPOSED MY PREVIOUS DESPICABLE AND TOTALLY REPREHENSIBLE LIFESTYLE FOR THE WORLD TO SEE, PLEASE FORGIVE ME BUT SINCE BEING UNDER THE PROTECTIVE WING OF DOKTOR M AND HAVING THE FRIENDSHIP OF WOLFIE I HAVE SLOWLY BEEN ABLE TO BUILD A NEW LIFE ,I HAVE GIVEN MY HEART TO OUR SAVIOUR THE LORD JESUS CHRIST AND I AND OTHERS PRAY DAILY FOR MY REDEMPTION, BLESS YOU BROTHERS AND SISTERS.
Folks, I implore you, leave that stuff alone. I been using Crank on
and off (mostly on) for about 9 years. I have paid the price in terms of
evaporated grey-matter, depleted bank accounts (mine and several
others), judicially-imposed restitution costs, and a host of bodily
desecrations (too many to name without upgrading the megabytes on this
account). I intended this post partially as a warning, because I know
some of ya’ll dumb-asses will be in my shoes soon. Here is how I got
roped into this shit.
The first time I fucked with Tina was after a New Year’s Eve party
around 1998. I was hanging with a crew that had a great disdain for the
law, other’s property rights, and responsible hygiene. We was partying
hard at some Redneck sport’s bar with a couple of hoes. Sometime around 3
a.m., we decided we would jet downtown to procure some smoke. There was
this happening gay club downtown called Honey for the Bears
where you could score anything you wanted, including a Tyra
Banks-lookalike tranny knob-slob in the third stall (Tyra would pitch a
tent in her mini-skirt halfway through).
We all bailed up into the joint and I headed off to a back room where
I knew where a ganja dealer named Bilbo conducted business. He wasn’t
there, but a couple of fat bald-headed queens (sans their
typical wigs) was sitting in the corner giggling. One of them had a big
roll of flesh hanging where his head met his neck (kinda reminding me of
unflattened pizza dough). The other priss-monkey had on 50 lbs. of
cheap-ass costume jewelry and smelled like a fried turd slathered in Chanel No. 5 perfume.
I asked Pizza-Neck and Turd-Blossom where Bilbo was and they motioned
me to sit down. The last thing I wanted was to get hooked up in some
3-way ball-tickling with a couple of tricked-up bears, but I needed my
THC. Digiorno told me that Bilbo got popped for a failure to appear
warrant and that he had taken over his business until he got back from
lockup.
Next, he told me something that after hearing it, I should have
exercised caution and immediately left. Digiorno told me he would smoke
me out if I tried this special new shit from Texas that he had scored
recently. Johnnypeepers (ever the eternal dipshit who throws
life-sustaining caution and common sense to the wind) agreed to give it a
try. He handed a fanny-pack to Turd-Blossom and we headed off to the
pisser to fire that shit up. We went in the last stall, locked the door,
and lit up a purple-colored 8-armed Vishnu glass-dick. I took a deep
puff and remember feeling instant eye-popping exhilaration – kind of
like being in one of them hang-gliders that hits a fast rising air-bank
propelling you high into the dope-brained stratosphere.
I remember being in the stall with Turd-Blossom and feeling faint as a
mofo. All I can recall is not wanting to pass out – because I knew TB
would swab out my mouth with his man-meat if I went unconscious.
Luckily, it did not come to that, and I regained my senses. I remember
saying, “damn yo, I need a quarter of that shit.” TB said that I could
get a gram of what he called “Tweak” for $120. Knowing that me, and what
I had just smoked, needed to get to know each other better, I exited
the stall and hit the ATM down the street to get the duckets.
When I got back to the booth, the queens was chilling out and eating a
big-ass plate of nachos covered with jalapenos. I threw the bread on
the table and Digiorno slipped a little packet in my front jeans pocket
(making sure he felt the bulbous tip of my purple-headed warrior). I
scooted the f**k out with the quickness and gathered up my peeps telling
them that Bilbo got popped and the score was a bust. We cruised out
after I complained that I needed to crash because my head was spinning
from the tequila shots we had just taken. But in fact, I really wanted
to fire that shit up again in the safety of my own confines with no
interference. When I got home, I smoked three-quarters of the bag and
passed out in the bathtub with the water running.
Hopefully, this before-and-after shot of a once respectable
God-fearing American will act as a warning to those who are
contemplating the trudge down my ill-conceived Crank-chasing path.
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