Politics and Religion
ITS still illegal to sale fake drugs YOU CAN BE ARRESTED AND CHARGE WITH A FELONY
there is a such thing as horse shit cigarettes;still illegal to sale fake drugs
I sold all kinds of stuff during various rounds of college, ranging from Fuller Brush to bomb-making manuals. Anything for a buck.
Well, at some point, I noticed that druggies were overall pretty fucking stupid. If they weren't stupid already, they were REALLY stupid when high. And on top of that they would pay good money just to fuck themselves up.
I wasn't really interested in getting into the dope business, but I was interested in making the money with plausible deniability.
So I went to my grampa's farm and collected a bunch of horse shit. I dehydrated it, pounded it, rehydrated it, washed it, dehydrated it again etc. until it didn't smell or look like shit anymore.
Then I packaged it in the little baggies commonly used for weed and added a bit of oregano.
I hit downtown in a place with a population of about 100k and started telling people all about the "Good Shit" I was selling. I never said dope, marijuana, grass or anything like that. I always called my product "good shit" and let others just assume.
It one point I was making about 1k/month (in the mid 1980s so that's like 5k/month now) selling good shit. People were raving about how great it was, telling their friends etc.
Well, since I was out in the open, it was just a matter of time before the cops caught up with me. I had to pay a civil fine of $25 for street vending without a license and the cops laughed their asses off.
Fools and their money are soon parted. I didn't feel I was doing anything wrong.
Just remember, next time you buy some "good shit" it might truly be ... shit.
Well, at some point, I noticed that druggies were overall pretty fucking stupid. If they weren't stupid already, they were REALLY stupid when high. And on top of that they would pay good money just to fuck themselves up.
I wasn't really interested in getting into the dope business, but I was interested in making the money with plausible deniability.
So I went to my grampa's farm and collected a bunch of horse shit. I dehydrated it, pounded it, rehydrated it, washed it, dehydrated it again etc. until it didn't smell or look like shit anymore.
Then I packaged it in the little baggies commonly used for weed and added a bit of oregano.
I hit downtown in a place with a population of about 100k and started telling people all about the "Good Shit" I was selling. I never said dope, marijuana, grass or anything like that. I always called my product "good shit" and let others just assume.
It one point I was making about 1k/month (in the mid 1980s so that's like 5k/month now) selling good shit. People were raving about how great it was, telling their friends etc.
Well, since I was out in the open, it was just a matter of time before the cops caught up with me. I had to pay a civil fine of $25 for street vending without a license and the cops laughed their asses off.
Fools and their money are soon parted. I didn't feel I was doing anything wrong.
Just remember, next time you buy some "good shit" it might truly be ... shit.
Even though I despise the hypocritical & ignorant benlanger, ever hear of "pot-kettle black " ? No, I guess you wouldn't.
Btw, are those relatives of yours in pic below ?
So, I hear you're leaving the boards----is this true ? If so, take benlanger & tranny boy with you------- 
OK, back to posting hiatus.
-- Modified on 12/10/2010 9:41:56 AM
I sold all kinds of stuff during various rounds of college, ranging from Fuller Brush to bomb-making manuals. Anything for a buck.
Well, at some point, I noticed that druggies were overall pretty fucking stupid. If they weren't stupid already, they were REALLY stupid when high. And on top of that they would pay good money just to fuck themselves up.
I wasn't really interested in getting into the dope business, but I was interested in making the money with plausible deniability.
So I went to my grampa's farm and collected a bunch of horse shit. I dehydrated it, pounded it, rehydrated it, washed it, dehydrated it again etc. until it didn't smell or look like shit anymore.
Then I packaged it in the little baggies commonly used for weed and added a bit of oregano.
I hit downtown in a place with a population of about 100k and started telling people all about the "Good Shit" I was selling. I never said dope, marijuana, grass or anything like that. I always called my product "good shit" and let others just assume.
It one point I was making about 1k/month (in the mid 1980s so that's like 5k/month now) selling good shit. People were raving about how great it was, telling their friends etc.
Well, since I was out in the open, it was just a matter of time before the cops caught up with me. I had to pay a civil fine of $25 for street vending without a license and the cops laughed their asses off.
Fools and their money are soon parted. I didn't feel I was doing anything wrong.
Just remember, next time you buy some "good shit" it might truly be ... shit.
Well, at some point, I noticed that druggies were overall pretty fucking stupid. If they weren't stupid already, they were REALLY stupid when high. And on top of that they would pay good money just to fuck themselves up.
I wasn't really interested in getting into the dope business, but I was interested in making the money with plausible deniability.
So I went to my grampa's farm and collected a bunch of horse shit. I dehydrated it, pounded it, rehydrated it, washed it, dehydrated it again etc. until it didn't smell or look like shit anymore.
Then I packaged it in the little baggies commonly used for weed and added a bit of oregano.
I hit downtown in a place with a population of about 100k and started telling people all about the "Good Shit" I was selling. I never said dope, marijuana, grass or anything like that. I always called my product "good shit" and let others just assume.
It one point I was making about 1k/month (in the mid 1980s so that's like 5k/month now) selling good shit. People were raving about how great it was, telling their friends etc.
Well, since I was out in the open, it was just a matter of time before the cops caught up with me. I had to pay a civil fine of $25 for street vending without a license and the cops laughed their asses off.
Fools and their money are soon parted. I didn't feel I was doing anything wrong.
Just remember, next time you buy some "good shit" it might truly be ... shit.