Why would you inflict on yourself dysphoric hallucinations on yourself if you live in a country where dextromethorphan is otc (which is not even my case, as well as antihistamines)
Broke/desperate/high schooler. Mom and dad probably won’t notice if the Benadryl goes missing. The Hat Man makes sure that you only make that mistake once.
Think about how many kids huffed banana peels because of some text file Anarchist Cookbook they found online. There are probably dumbasses that fell for jenkum.
I researched the banana peel thing in middle shcool and decided it was bullshit. Tried the oregano thing and thought I was high. Didn’t try the nutmeg.
The crater makers made from empty CO2 cartridges were a lot of fun. I remember sealing them with wax and thinking about how dangerous it was having an open flame while holding something that could take off my forearm.
Never could get the iodine crystal explosive decomposition thing to work, too hard to get ahold of the precursors when I was a kid.
It’s a wonder I survived, thank jeebus I couldn’t get ahold of mercury.
If they were like mine, busy working. Also my parents both told us about how whenever a thermometer broke at school the teachers would show the kids how the liquid mercury felt to hold! They were both born in the early 50s.
I’m pretty sure it and leaded fuel and paint explains a lot of the boomer problems we’ve had over the decades.
Why would you inflict on yourself dysphoric hallucinations on yourself if you live in a country where dextromethorphan is otc (which is not even my case, as well as antihistamines)
Broke/desperate/high schooler. Mom and dad probably won’t notice if the Benadryl goes missing. The Hat Man makes sure that you only make that mistake once.
Think about how many kids huffed banana peels because of some text file Anarchist Cookbook they found online. There are probably dumbasses that fell for jenkum.
I researched the banana peel thing in middle shcool and decided it was bullshit. Tried the oregano thing and thought I was high. Didn’t try the nutmeg.
The crater makers made from empty CO2 cartridges were a lot of fun. I remember sealing them with wax and thinking about how dangerous it was having an open flame while holding something that could take off my forearm.
Never could get the iodine crystal explosive decomposition thing to work, too hard to get ahold of the precursors when I was a kid.
It’s a wonder I survived, thank jeebus I couldn’t get ahold of mercury.
Where the fuck were my parents?
If they were like mine, busy working. Also my parents both told us about how whenever a thermometer broke at school the teachers would show the kids how the liquid mercury felt to hold! They were both born in the early 50s.
I’m pretty sure it and leaded fuel and paint explains a lot of the boomer problems we’ve had over the decades.