katlina gets High for the 2nd time!!!!

Originally posted by Varg
Just that, if someone said they hated Turks I'm sure we'd all be outraged. But if it turned out that person was Greek or even Greek Cypriot then we'd probably be a bit more forgiving due to the history.
I'm not sure how things are where Katty is, but I'd guess there are some tensions there.

I wonder would she have cared what they thought if there were a couple of gays sitting across from here? Or heaven forbid, gay arabs. 😲😲😲

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Originally posted by Ragnorak
I wonder would she have cared what they thought if there were a couple of gays sitting across from here? Or heaven forbid, gay arabs. 😲😲😲

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I doubt she would have cared. It sounded like incoherent drink and drug fuelled uncontrollable giggling.

Originally posted by shavixmir
Well...

Being driven around, whilst using drugs in a country where using drugs gets you beheaded....

That's cool. That's pretty fcuking cool.

I wish I knew that there was a Golden Leaf award going.

In 2003, I was sitting on a kerb outside a shop, at about 2am pished up after a big night out in Kuala Lumpar, Malaysia. I'm not sure if ye know this, but you get the death penalty for smuggling drugs into Malaysia. And they don't differentiate between drugs or quantities. So enough for 1 j would get you killed just as surely as 10 kgs of finest Afghan!

Anyway, I was contemplating a few things as you do when pished, when along comes a friendly police man. 'Hey, want to go for a spin on my bike?' In the state I was in after the night I had, this seemed like the best idea in the world, so I said sure. He replied that he had to go get me a helmet, so off he went. I ran into the shop and aksed the people there if he was a real police man. They hadn't a clue what I was babbling about, so eventually they just smiled and nodded to get rid of me.

Back came to cop, and sure enough he was with his bike, although it wasn't something like out of Chips, it was just a wee scooter. So anyway, off we went on a tour of KL in the middle of the night for a couple of hours having a blast on the back of his moped.

Eventually he pulled under a bridge, where there was like an outside restaurant set up (but closed due to it being the middle of the night). So he parked the bike and went over to a table and sat down. I joined him, and he pulled out a rolled up newspaper, proceeded to open it up and low and behold, there sat a huge pile of weed. He rolled up this phat cone, and proceeded to start puffing away. This guy appeared out of a hole in a wall nearby, and the cop just said 'Pffft, heroin addict', cool as a breeze. After a while, I asked to see his gun, so he dropped all the bullets out of it, and handed it over. I think it was a S & W, but it was a nice wee 6 shooter.

So then he offers me the cone, and in my drunken state, I decide that I better not touch it or a gang of cops will jump out of the surrounding area and set me up, so I decide that if he holds it, everything will be fine. 🙄 So he holds up the spliff, and I do a Snoop Dogg on it for a minute, and then let him finish it up. So he's telling me that he smokes now because his colleagues knew when he drank. And I'm looking at his severe pink eye, thinking that they probably know that he smokes as well.

This is where things start getting a bit uncool. 😛

So, I'm after quite a few drinks and a few heavy tokes on a pure tweed spliff. First come the spinnies, then, unfortunately, the paranoia. I get to thinking, what to hell am I doing here? Under a bridge with a serious whitey approaching, smoking a spliff with a cop in a country that has a death penalty for drugs, in the company of heroin addicts in the middle of the night and nobody in the world knows where I am or who I'm with, except a couple of very confused store workers? Oh sheet, oh sheet. So I tell the cop that I'm going to head home, and he tells me that he'll drop me home with his cousins car. I'm thinking, what to hell is he talking about, he doesn't have a car, this is all tooooo strange now (afterwards I remembered him telling me that his motorbike was being repaired, and that he had his cousins temporarily. He's just as binned as me so he got confused) So I say, no thanks, I'll walk, and I start hotstepping it towards the motorway a couple of hundred of meters away, thinking 'jesus, please let there be a taxi', then I get to thinking that not only am I after partaking in a death sentence activity with a law enforcer, I'm now praying to a christian figure in a muslim country. I'm defo going to hell. So after a long scarey walk to the motorway, I flag down a taxi nearly immediately, and by the time I'm back at the hostel, I'm laughing about the whole thing again. My friends weren't laughing though, as they were sitting on the steps at 6am, wondering where to hell I'd disappeared to.

100% truth. Probably my best travel story, although, it doesn't go down too well with my granparents for some reason. 😉

Do I win?

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Originally posted by Ragnorak
I wish I knew that there was a Golden Leaf award going.

In 2003, I was sitting on a kerb outside a shop, at about 2am pished up after a big night out in Kuala Lumpar, Malaysia. I'm not sure if ye know this, but you get the death penalty for smuggling drugs into Malaysia. And they don't differentiate between drugs or quantities. So enough for 1 j w ...[text shortened]... lthough, it doesn't go down too well with my granparents for some reason. 😉

Do I win?

D

friggin awesome story! you get a rec

Originally posted by katty
wow at least someone read my post!

I have it pinned on my bedroom wall, Katty.


Kisses.

Originally posted by Bowmann
I have it pinned on my bedroom wall, Katty.


Kisses.

Hmmmn, don't you mean cell wall?

Originally posted by xxxenophobe
seing how i didnt catch the beginning of this thread or whatever.. your ban or sencored one was... what was it you "got high" with?

A ladder, a lift, a balloon etc

Originally posted by Ragnorak
I wish I knew that there was a Golden Leaf award going.

In 2003, I was sitting on a kerb outside a shop, at about 2am pished up after a big night out in Kuala Lumpar, Malaysia. I'm not sure if ye know this, but you get the death penalty for smuggling drugs into Malaysia. And they don't differentiate between drugs or quantities. So enough for 1 j w ...[text shortened]... lthough, it doesn't go down too well with my granparents for some reason. 😉

Do I win?

D

Could almost swap Rag with Michelle Corbey.
This story for is worse for a child reader than Katty's .😳
So it proves it was the nawty words in Katty's story that got it pulled.

Spell your F words differently next time Katty....🙂

Originally posted by Tirau Dan
Could almost swap Rag with Michelle Corbey.
This story for is worse for a child reader than Katty's .😳
So it proves it was the nawty words in Katty's story that got it pulled.

Spell your F words differently next time Katty....🙂

Who's Michelle Corbey when she's at home?

I think the profuse amount of biatching in Katty's tale probably got it alerted the required n number of times. People may also have taken offense at the racist statement which suggested that Katty thought that arabs are under people, without noteworthy thoughts.

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Originally posted by darvlay
I thought it was a Lexus with a twin vulva engine.

Hee hee... you said vulva... how did that get by the censors?

But still... hee hee
😲😀

Originally posted by sjeg
Hee hee... you said [b]vulva... how did that get by the censors?

But still... hee hee
😲😀[/b]

Oh, come ON! Vulva is ok, but sw@nky isn't ok?

That's just dumb.