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minus-square@[email protected]linkfedilink3•9 months agoBible paper works a treat as well, but how many of us have those lying around?
minus-square@[email protected]linkfedilinkEnglish4•9 months agoDrop by your nearest motel and thank Gideon for the opportunity.
minus-square@[email protected]linkfedilink4•9 months agoI’ve rolled many joints and cigarettes from hotel bible paper
minus-square@[email protected]linkfedilink4•9 months agosome old shakespeare books are on rice paper 👍
minus-square@[email protected]linkfedilink4•9 months agoO true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die
minus-square@[email protected]linkfedilink1•edit-29 months agoquite a bit of drug taking in the old days "Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell. It fell upon a little western flower, Before, milk-white, now purple with love’s wound, And maidens call it “love-in-idleness.” Fetch me that flower; the herb I showed thee once. The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees. Fetch me this herb, and be thou here again
minus-squareStudSpud The StarchylinkfedilinkEnglish2•9 months agoNo bibles allowed in my home; only music above 180bpm and an open mind
Bible paper works a treat as well, but how many of us have those lying around?
Drop by your nearest motel and thank Gideon for the opportunity.
I’ve rolled many joints and cigarettes from hotel bible paper
some old shakespeare books are on rice paper 👍
O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die
quite a bit of drug taking in the old days
"Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before, milk-white, now purple with love’s wound,
And maidens call it “love-in-idleness.”
Fetch me that flower; the herb I showed thee once.
The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid
Will make or man or woman madly dote
Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Fetch me this herb, and be thou here again
No bibles allowed in my home; only music above 180bpm and an open mind
So no Barry White then?
Coke? Nah. Shite? Not yet.