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Who remembers blotter acid from the 60's and 70's ?
Oops .. just dated myself .. gah!
Oops .. just dated myself .. gah!
Posted by BrokeDad on 04/21/12 at 12:23 PM
I remember blotter acid from the 90's. The last time I saw blotters it was drug free blotter art at a gallery art show. People were joking that now the prints on blotter paper are worth too much for people to ever dip them and break them up into tabs.
I swear that video could be an anti-drug commercial.
I swear that video could be an anti-drug commercial.
Posted by Miles on 04/21/12 at 02:02 PM
Really, an example of a bad trip! I remember some people that we knew, he was a truck driver so could get pulled for drug testing, and she spiked something with acid to see what it did to him. He was pissed. Lucky he did not get pulled for a random drug test till it was all out of his system.
Posted by Patty in Ohio, USA on 04/21/12 at 04:11 PM
That lasted a whole 17sec only because I couldn't hit the kill switch any faster.
Posted by Expat47 in Athens, Greece on 04/21/12 at 11:33 PM
Oh, trippy, doood. Love their hair! And folks, if you didn't make it to the end, you really missed ... it was like, like, 2001: A Space Oddity, y'know?
Sedalia Mo., 1973?, walking into the only giant rock festival I ever attended. Outside, every form of local constable lined up, city, county, high-po, all grim and armed, keeping the peace. But just inside the gate, not a cop in sight. Just a long, long row of free-marketeers. I suppose for some folks, that's just your everyday neighborhood, but it was a jolt to me.
Being impressed with the free market of it all quickly faded as I walked down the line of stoned, filthy, mumbling marketeers hawking all kinds of weed, pills, and powders. Most looked like they'd consumed too much of their own product. Wouldn't touch those goods on a dare. One after another... no, no thanks, especially no... Until the last guy, the very last guy, clear-eyed, and clearly barking like PT Barnum himself, "LSD! Right here! Get your blotter LSD! Buy twelve and get one free!" Now, I ask you, as a discerning consumer, from whom would you buy? The market works!
Good, clean blotter, actually... so my friends reported. :D
Sedalia Mo., 1973?, walking into the only giant rock festival I ever attended. Outside, every form of local constable lined up, city, county, high-po, all grim and armed, keeping the peace. But just inside the gate, not a cop in sight. Just a long, long row of free-marketeers. I suppose for some folks, that's just your everyday neighborhood, but it was a jolt to me.
Being impressed with the free market of it all quickly faded as I walked down the line of stoned, filthy, mumbling marketeers hawking all kinds of weed, pills, and powders. Most looked like they'd consumed too much of their own product. Wouldn't touch those goods on a dare. One after another... no, no thanks, especially no... Until the last guy, the very last guy, clear-eyed, and clearly barking like PT Barnum himself, "LSD! Right here! Get your blotter LSD! Buy twelve and get one free!" Now, I ask you, as a discerning consumer, from whom would you buy? The market works!
Good, clean blotter, actually... so my friends reported. :D
Posted by A Mindful Webworker on 04/23/12 at 04:23 PM
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