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sorry no sex
just drugs.
looked up the drug foundation site and the 'man' was Christopher Lawford-Kennedy.
Urbane, smart. too samrt for Kim Hill who asked him: if you recover then you are not really an addict.
are you.
yeah right Kim. what a querolous, quibbling cavilling question.
I should ask you do you beleive that lesbianism is just a subconcious desire to spite the father?
do you like that one?
anyway he told the story of recovery.
no mention of cannabinoids. perhaps the hardest drug of all to quit. It stays in the body for at least 6 months after the last puff and is accompanied by a nasty insomnia that taKES A LOT OF WILL POWER TO BEAT.
YES INDEEDY.
all his meetings were sold out.
wonder how many drug addicts attended and how many wannabees?
in New Zealand the drug and alcohol services are heavily over represented by socialites who have been shoulder tapped for their connections and supposed moral authority when most of them are just up themselves flakes with nothing better to do and/or unable to do anything else.
and then on the TV1 news tonight an item by nerdy little auckland university students on how to give up smoking.
nearly fell off the floor listening to the biggest load of tripe I ever heard in my life.
all the skinnerites believe that you can quit nicotine by repressing the urge.
no way and if you do manage then the psychic cost is enormous.
you have to feel it to heal it and frigging and fartassing about with patches and low nciotine ciggies and funding for a wasted PHD just wont cut it.
I think they need a session in the invercargill dunny on wash cycle.
get their brains cleaned out.
just found a tasy little item last week: "The Rise of Scotland Yard".
Most illuminating.
The police do a good job here especially in the climate of noo noo head individuality and the desire of idiots with money to buy large cars and make a noise and large dogs and intimidate people.
some of the old laws about noise and public nuisances seem to have gone by the board and every effort must me made to ensure that urbs are quiet and peaceful and not wracked by idiots with large noisy cars and bigger egos.
not to mention mediocre iq's on the wrong side of the bell curve.
New Zealand is full of fakes who think that because they have a fake hot rod, they can do what they like and because they have a large dog then rin tin tin or lassie can shit anywhere they like or bite at will.
just drugs.
looked up the drug foundation site and the 'man' was Christopher Lawford-Kennedy.
Urbane, smart. too samrt for Kim Hill who asked him: if you recover then you are not really an addict.
are you.
yeah right Kim. what a querolous, quibbling cavilling question.
I should ask you do you beleive that lesbianism is just a subconcious desire to spite the father?
do you like that one?
anyway he told the story of recovery.
no mention of cannabinoids. perhaps the hardest drug of all to quit. It stays in the body for at least 6 months after the last puff and is accompanied by a nasty insomnia that taKES A LOT OF WILL POWER TO BEAT.
YES INDEEDY.
all his meetings were sold out.
wonder how many drug addicts attended and how many wannabees?
in New Zealand the drug and alcohol services are heavily over represented by socialites who have been shoulder tapped for their connections and supposed moral authority when most of them are just up themselves flakes with nothing better to do and/or unable to do anything else.
and then on the TV1 news tonight an item by nerdy little auckland university students on how to give up smoking.
nearly fell off the floor listening to the biggest load of tripe I ever heard in my life.
all the skinnerites believe that you can quit nicotine by repressing the urge.
no way and if you do manage then the psychic cost is enormous.
you have to feel it to heal it and frigging and fartassing about with patches and low nciotine ciggies and funding for a wasted PHD just wont cut it.
I think they need a session in the invercargill dunny on wash cycle.
get their brains cleaned out.
just found a tasy little item last week: "The Rise of Scotland Yard".
Most illuminating.
The police do a good job here especially in the climate of noo noo head individuality and the desire of idiots with money to buy large cars and make a noise and large dogs and intimidate people.
some of the old laws about noise and public nuisances seem to have gone by the board and every effort must me made to ensure that urbs are quiet and peaceful and not wracked by idiots with large noisy cars and bigger egos.
not to mention mediocre iq's on the wrong side of the bell curve.
New Zealand is full of fakes who think that because they have a fake hot rod, they can do what they like and because they have a large dog then rin tin tin or lassie can shit anywhere they like or bite at will.
in 1831 inspectors of "street nuisances" were apponted by the office of woods and forests!
they should re-institute them and give them the power to torch noisy cars and give drongos their beans. i.e. how many beans make two.
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