Conquer Club

reading this, and trying to think of what i would do made me sad.

i think i'd like to spent some time with friends and family, but it would be impossible to spent times with all of my friends, they are scattered all over the world, and no they are not internet friends.

so i guess i'd spent quite some time in bed trying to remember joyful occasions, and they i'd get a little drunk, have sex, and then get a lot more drunk. earlier ind the day i would've eaten chocolate cake and an expresso and later some americanos.

stop lying nietzsche you'd lay on your bed the entire day crying

Probably just lie in bed and cry like a little girl. Or do anything I can to squirm, weasel, or bargain my way out of my fate.

-TG

TA1LGUNN3R wrote:Or do anything I can to squirm, weasel, or bargain my way out of my fate.

-TG

Yeah, like I said, cheat.

Basically don't accept the scenario presented to you. f*ck dying with dignity.

My perfect scenario would include Japanese twins , cocaine and a large watermelon.

comic boy wrote:a large watermelon.

You have a sick, warped mind and should receive treatment.


Sex and drugs would feature for me as well, though, rock'n roll is optional.

saxitoxin wrote:

Baron Von PWN wrote:I would get a chartered flight to moscow. then I would see how close I could get to putin before being arrested/shot

Nice! I had a similar fantasy involving Megan Fox. But Putin's cool, too.

Amateurs, the orangutan and I would kidnap Aubrey O'day and Megan Fox then see how close we could get in the hovercraft to see if we could convince Putin to put on a toga and "invade Moulan Rouge" with us if you know what I'm talking about.

2dimes wrote:

saxitoxin wrote:

Baron Von PWN wrote:I would get a chartered flight to moscow. then I would see how close I could get to putin before being arrested/shot

Nice! I had a similar fantasy involving Megan Fox. But Putin's cool, too.

Amateurs, the orangutan and I would kidnap Aubrey O'day and Megan Fox then see how close we could get in the hovercraft to see if we could convince Putin to put on a toga and "invade Moulan Rouge" with us if you know what I'm talking about.

I see you went for acid instead of coke; good call, good call...

Well sir it is the last day, so we might go with a little of everything.

Though to be honest I'll probably go near sober. I might have to have a buzz from some rediculasly expensive single malt.

f*ck that, id get all hunter s up in here.

I hope you like Wild Turkey bourbon.

If you're talking to me, so far Buffalo Trace is the only bourbon that has caught my attention.

For bourbon and for a price of $35 per 750mL, I prefer Woodford Reserve.

(Hunter S. Thompson used to like the Wild Turkey.)

Washed down with a pint of ether. (yeh yeh, because Fear and Loathing painted an accurate picture right...)

I might not get around to trying Woodford Reserve I have not made much of a dent in the bottle of Buffalo Trace I have and I like it.

If you're gonna do drugs, is it better to do coke first then LSD since the coke will make things speed up and then the LSD will stretch out time (unless it stretches out your face into a puddle of gloop and it takes forever to put your face back together and you die. or unless it makes you into a face eating naked zombie)

Stretching out time makes points for "last day" selections.

spend it with the people that mean the world to me. and finally tell someone how I really feel about her.

Got tell her right now. Seriously. Either she'll be cool with it or you can move onto the next one. All that stuff about "more fish in the sea." etc. is based on fact.

Even though it's probably not your last day. Life is too short not to tell any woman that will actually listen, you like her. Twice I found out one I didn't have the courage to talk to liked me at around the same time.

Looking back it sucks big time.

Lootifer wrote:Washed down with a pint of ether. (yeh yeh, because Fear and Loathing painted an accurate picture right...)

It was a funny and entertaining movie, though, realism (or lack thereof) notwithstanding.

MeDeFe wrote:

Lootifer wrote:Washed down with a pint of ether. (yeh yeh, because Fear and Loathing painted an accurate picture right...)

It was a funny and entertaining movie, though, realism (or lack thereof) notwithstanding.

The problem with Hunter S is that he's like Saxi.

The stories seem so outlandish that they have to be bullocks, but maybe, just maybe, they might contain good doses of truth (and ether).

I remember reading a quote in the great shark hunt about him referring to the truthfulness of Fear and Loathing. I was something like "I was forced to write fear and loathing as a fiction because if it wasn't I would have been locked up and the key thrown away"

Also apparently he made some comment in the 90's about how the statute of limitation has run out so he can now say that it was about 95% truth.

Of course there will be obvious inaccuracies because when ur balls deep in a drug fuelled rampage recollection afterwards is never easy.

Timminz wrote:Impregnate as many women as possible.

IE: None.

2dimes wrote:Even though it's probably not your last day. Life is too short not to tell any woman that will actually listen, you like her. Twice I found out one I didn't have the courage to talk to liked me at around the same time.

Looking back it sucks big time.

Better story in the regret genre:

Totally hitting it off with a girl totally out of my league. Granted, we are essentially trapped in VT, and there isnt much competition, but that is all irrelevant. For a girl that hot to be giving me the time of day at that point was a high point...

so....the weekend progresses, and we really were hitting it off. She had this odd thing about staring into my eyes literally for half hour blocks of time, and all I can say is it did the trick for me. Lucky for me, my eyes are my best feature, and Im Irish, so I suspect I was lucky that it was my eyes she wanted to stare at for that long....anyways....

We are in a pool, and having a blast, and then my friend a few notches below on the maturity meter launches this tennis ball container across the pool, and nails her in the head with it. Obviously we are all horrified, but at that age, fear sometimes trumps the responsibility of apologizing, so my friend really didn't say anything. I felt bad obviously and was making sure she was OK as much as I could, but didn't say sorry, since, well....I didn't do it.

The rest of the weekend is a disaster...all hard earned report lost, and I obviously assume she is just mad at me because I know the idiot that almost killed her....

One year later: They visit again, the conversation returns to the tennis ball concussion, and we recall how my friend almost killed her, and then both her and her friend ask in utter astonishment, "You didn't throw that, he did??"(meaning my friend) Yes I say, as my brain does the math on exactly what was going through all of our minds. For 365 days, they were blaming me for not only almost killing her, but also being an ass about it and not apologizing, which trust me, if I did it, Id probably have been in tears apologizing. Its impossible to know, but I think by the look in her eye, it was very obvious there was a missed opportunity, albeit a ridiculous one since she lived in CO, but at that age, the movies have trained us such reality is unimportant.

I'm sure Id have screwed that weekend up being the inept little punk that I was at the time, but man would I have liked to have had the chance to actually mess it up myself, and not have someone do it for me, and receive none of the blame to boot.