Malin

You have amazing self discipline. I admire that in a role model. Thanks, Chef.

Your life is amazing.

Thanks, but you're way better at it than I am.

False. The person below me is using a PC.

You're absolutely right. I am not cured. What I meant was I am cured of the shakes and physical withdrawls of it. It's the depression thats getting me now though. What gave you the impression I am a 16 year old girl? Hahah. And to Iron Chef, It made me not depressed.

I dont know how to put it into words correctly, but i sure as shit will try. For me, it puts me in a much better mood. Im more personable, less awkward and can carry on a normal conversation. While typing this I guess it gives me the confidence i lack in areas. I suppose it helps me deal with whatever would come my way. even to the menial tasks of going to the store or chatting on the phone to someone. it makes me feel not awkward and less anxious? I hope that makes sense, in some fucked up way it does for me. Iron, i havent had a drink in almost two weeks but what you just said made me realize that it will just be worse if i do give in. This is my first time ever getting off the bottle, so any advice will be greatly appreciated. Thanks for making me realize that if I slip I'll 'HAVE TO DEAL WITH REALITY X2 THE NEXT DAY, THEN DRINK IT AWAY, SOBER UP THEN X3'

Fuck. I want a drink now.

Good afternoon. (Bare with me here) I'm not one to discuss shit like this especially on 12oz, but after lurking in this thread for a while now and after reading the posts (here comes the corny shit) you all have inspired me to let it out. Thanks. Sraight up...Again bare with me.... Almost two weeks ago, I woke up in the morning and BAM! Here comes the shakes and the anxiety. That was an everyday occurrence to me... So i get up take like 4 or 5 huge slams of straight vodka to the face to cure the shakes, then i take my Xanax. Mind you I was going through the giant handles of vodka every day and almost half the next day throughout the course of the day at times barely catching a buzz. I was laying there and something came over me. In the back of my head for the past how ever long i was drinking like that I knew I was slowly killing myself and I knew at the rate of drinking i was doing i would be dead soon. but i didnt pay that thought much attention till that morning when something just clicked and told myself i need to stop drinking like this. so i got up and walked to my baby mom's crib and told her that i need to go into rehab or whatever and that i might be gone for a week at most or however long this shit takes. I gave her 400 bucks to watch my kid and get my kid groceries. I then went back home and got stupid brown out drunk and called myself a cab to the hospital to be admitted for alcohol withdraws. They rushed me back and gave me saline to hydrate me and fed me some Ativan and knocked me the fuck out. Next thing I know, I wake up being pulled out of an ambulance on a stretcher at some detox center about a half hour from my spot.. I was like where am I? This fuckbag tells me...DETOX NAGUUR! I was yo I dont want to come to detox and he's like too late, bitch youre here. Can't i smoke a quick cigarette and gather my thoughts make some calls to let the people who need to know that im here? nope. Shit was like jail. For real they searched me, took all my shit. me being me thought i would try to smuggle in my phone in and i did but it was on its last bar of battery so it died not even within 5 minutes the shit was dead. so i had no numbers or any way of calling anyone. and you could only call local numbers.. i was fucked. after they took my vitals and all that i went to my assigned bed and slept till 3-4pm the next day. they kept waking me up every two hours to check my vitals and blow into a breathalyzer till i blew 0 and my blood pressure was hella high and the shakes just kept coming. i was in hell. alcohol withdrawls are the worst. shaking, sharting, shitting, throwing up, hallucinating, felt like my skin was crawling and bugs were on me. i straight up felt like i was a crackhead or something? it sucked a basket of dicks. These words don't even do the feeling justice. the food was like jail food and you had to line up like you were in jail. shit was awful and so were the other people in there with me..after i was at 0 i was still shaking and stuff, and i was over it. they gave me some kind of benzo to help the shaking after being in there with all those weird fucked up people for a day i was like yo can i just get my shit and be out? the fucker told me know he wasnt comfortable releasing me because of my blood pressure. i got hella hacked about that shit.... i was just laying there in bed thinking these dicklords are keeping me here against my will. i waited for the next round of staff and told the head lady in charge that i am refusing medical treatment and i need to leave. long story short i got outta there and not in a timely manner. the people i was in there with were disgusting. i hated it. my intention was to recover in a hospital then go into rehab for a week. but clearly that didnt happen. but when i was waiting for my 45 dollar cab ride home from detox i wanted a drink so bad but i fought it and not to mention they dont let you smoke in there so i was extra aggro to the 3rd degree. but when i got home i emptied all my alcohol out and smoke some herb and felt so much better. i woke up the next morning in my bed and wasnt shaking. i was cured and i havent had a drop of alcohol since that one day. So yeah, that's that. one day at a time right? I dont necessarily crave a drink, but it helps deal with reality.. i do miss the feeling of being buzzed or drunk. so i guess that is a craving, yeah? Thanks for reading.

You have the most beautiful, biggest set of Teetas in the whole world. Your milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.

Get a Doberman Pincher. I grew up with them a good portion of my life. They are loyal, very, very protective of you and your family. My father always had one. The earliest one I can remember when I was like 6 years old and this awesome dog would post up on the floor, at the edge of my bed at night. I'd hear her growl if she heard some random noise. She'd literally walk to the hall wall and peep out the noise and come right back to her spot to protect. She would do this in the rest of the family's rooms. I can't stress how loyal and protective they are. If you don't go the adoption route, get a baby one and raise it yourself. Plus, look at these cute little fuckers: Then once he or she is full grown, they look mean as shit, but are the most loving dogs, in my opinion. And if someone dick hole tries to fuck with you and yours, best believe he/she will rip that fuck to bits. imagine this running after you at full speed. no chance that ass is getting away without going to the emergency room/cemetery afterwards: cool story br0

This. Oh and most baby mommas are spiteful cunts.Hence, why she is doing what she is doing.

Kidding. On the real though. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqWX-5KNGGg Heavy shit.

I like your name.

False. The person below me hate fucks an ex just to punish the bitch.

You roll the best blunts, and the wet you put into them is top notch! Thanks for everything you do here at the ounce.

RUM HAM. "Warm sun, cool ocean breezes, getting rip shit on ham" Would you say we're getting, hammered"

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"Awe, man! This jacket is awesome! It's tighter than dick skin" -Roxy RIP Roxy.

Yeah, it was a good one. As far as the new season goes, I'd say "Franks Pretty Woman" is a contender. The Jersey Shore one was good, too.

What's your paypal info, I want to give a grand for being the best 12ozer here.

Shadynasty.

Sell drugs.

abcs knows what time it is on the Xanax.