The "5p a bag" look

   How do you start a blog post? Especially if you've always been the worst at writing academic essays for school (university). I guess the essence of a successful post is in the structure? Well I say fuck it. (Yes, we have a bad ass over here.). I like writing, the basic way of writing where you just sit down and materialise your thoughts onto paper (kind of!).

   So that should be good enough for an introduction to my post.

   Working in retail is shit. Working in a shop that is part of a big company name is even worse. Now imagine working during Christmas time.... I am not even going to mention Black Friday. Black Friday should have its own post dedicated to how much I hate customers and capitalism. PEOPLE, just because you save 20 quid on something does not change the fact that you've just spent £200 already!

   Anyway. So, working in retail especially after Scotland has adopted the "5p a bag" policy has been a very peculiar experience. I usually think that every change in retail is about MAKING money, however this "5p a bag" policy has surprised me and the outcome of it has further puzzled me. For once we have a change that is not about companies making profit; it is about US, people and customers, making a positive change?

   I am surprised that charging for a bag actually has an impact on shoppers' behaviour as well as a slight positive change on our environment? I mean, we all know how long plastic takes to degrade (like forever!). And even if the plastic degrades the little parts that is made of do not disappear and, bad for us, they are poisonous! So you can see why I am surprise. Government and companies are helping, in a way, to make a positive change???

   I am, however, puzzled by the customers' reactions. Especially their look when I ask if they wanted a bag and that it will cost them 5p (even thought they've bought something small enough to be put in their pocket or handbag). The look is very specific. Corner of the lip goes up, eyes look up, SIGH- and you only get that look if you are lucky! Sometimes you will get a look of anger and hatred like I will be putting the 5p in my own pocket and I am doing that just to ruin their day. What people don't realise is that "5p a bag" policy actually makes people re-use the perfectly fine bags they already have at home! I personally had 2 drawers of Tesco bags, which I've only used once. Is it too complicated to remember to pick a bag before leaving the house to go shopping? Well if you do forget then the charge will be 5p.!

 

   IN CONCLUSION, I fully support this "5p a bag" charge and people should always carry a bag with them if they go shopping. We have been spoilt and look where that led us to. Pretty fucked environment and endangered wildlife (But oh yeah, its alright because we don't see the consequences right in front of our eyes so its OK not to think about what has happened to the 500 plastic bags and bottles I alone used last year!).
   I just really hope our government collects those 5p a bag and puts them into ways of cleaning the mess we've already made. Come on people, its time to AT LEAST think about maybe taking responsibility for our mess. Wouldn't go as far as actually taking responsibility, don't worry, but please please at least think about it. And next time, before you leave the house, take a bag. :)

One Day at a Time

"The greatest bit of advice I ever received was "Don't worry, no one else knows what they're doing either.". "

Ricky Gervais

   I think that is probably the greatest piece of advice I've received. It contributes to Bob Marley's Don't Worry Be Happy tune! It is true, as Plato put it, everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle so be kind to them. Or as I translate the quote in my mind: Chill, you are not the only one!

   In reality, we have been taught to be independent which, more than anything, makes us very selfish creatures. We forget to think outside our skull "box". Very often people think that they have it worse than the rest and that their problems are of higher priority. You know the saying that most people think they are above average.... well that in a way makes them average. I think this was called the illusory superiority. So here is my confession: I am struggling every day. To complete tasks, to be kind, to be productive, to be social, to be involved. It's a battle that starts at the morning from the moment I wake up (whether I am on time for work), the moment I step out of the bus at university(whether I will manage to write my essay), the moment I go home(whether I could cook something healthy) to the last moment when I go to bed (whether its too late and I would have enough sleep). More than often I forget that every single person is fighting with their own expectations of themselves. Or should I say battling themselves. Whether they will get a good grade or doing a good job at work, whether they have time to phone their parents or find time to study. One certain thing about life is that we are given plenty of tools to help us find our path (because each one of us has a different one). The tools are many but the objective is one: finding happiness. However we have a lot of deceitful objectives, for example money and possessions. (NB: This things have been scientifically proven to have no significant effect on overall long-term happiness). Finding the right path has never been harder.

   I will give you a little personal hint at what can really make you happy.... little acts of kindness! So there you go, I don't know what I am doing, I don't know how I am going to go about my path, but kindness and respect will make the journey worth while and I am not afraid and definitely not worried.

PS An inspirational thought by my hero Butters Stotch why without sadness life would not be this beautiful adventure! :)

No title

   This post has no title. The reason for that is because I have nothing in particular to say. I just felt the urge to sit down and put my thoughts into writing. That is one of the DIY therapies I think helps me keep my sanity.

“When it's in a book I don't think it'll hurt any more ...exist any more. One of the things writing does is wipe things out. Replace them.”  

 Marguerite Duras 

   I have always felt it is the same for me. When I write down the things that are in my head it's like I magically manage to take them out, suck them out of my mind. So they disappear and there is no weight in my skull anymore. My brain feels cleaned so I can replace those heavy thoughts with something more positive, I HOPE! Rarely that is the case. Once I get rid of the thoughts that make my head hurts new ones, usually heavier, appear.

    The brain, my non-existing friend, is a very strange thing. I still haven't made up my mind of what it's purpose is or why we have the brain we have. Recently I had the misfortune of experiencing the dysfunction of my brain. Long story short I was smoking Cannabis while taking Fluoxetine (anti-depressant) and one day while being under the sweet influence of the best drug ever I started experiencing some of the worst and most uncommon side effects of one of the worst drugs ever. I don't know if you have ever read the "Possible Side Effects" part of any of the drugs you have at home, but believe me when I say this....it is scary. Anyway, here is a list of the side effects I experienced from the Fluoxetine.

• insomnia
• fatigue*
• anxiety*
• restlessness*
• feeling tense*
• confusion*
• rapid and irregular heartbeat sensation*
• feeling detached from yourself*
• strange thinking*
• cold sweat*
• panic attacks*

   The little * means I got all the side effects at once! I guess the best way to describe what happened to me is that I felt I was losing my mind. I thought "That's it I am done!". My personality, my thoughts, basically who I was inside, was going to disappear. I was going to be left only a non responsive, but still functional body. An empty moving shell. I have never been more scared in my life, I was losing touch with reality. This horrible experience lasted almost two days. I still experience some of the side effects. The worst ones are the anxiety and confusion. I was working one day, two weeks ago or so, and all of a sudden my brain just went blank. I didn't know where I was, I didn't know who I was..... I didn't know WHAT I was. Fortunately it didn't last long, managed to get home fast, take Diazepan and connect to myself again. Sometimes I would still look at my hands or arms and wonder...who is this? The best way to describe it is that I would feel I am watching a film, I am a spectator comfortably sitting and watching how SOMEONE controls the arms and feet I've always thought I had control of. Or I would feel I am dreaming, this is not the reality I am used to.

   Anyway, I just had the urge to write down my experience for my own sake. Let's hope the thoughts about it will go away from my head and I will make room for better ones. 

Why not.

   I think I started looking at the world differently when I was about 15 years old.

   Ok, I just lied. I thought I was looking at the world differently back then but as it turns out now I think I wasn't actually looking at all. Something less important but still vital for awakening happened to me. I started asking WHY at the age of 15. WHY do I have to dress like that, WHY do I have to listening to this genre of music instead of the other, WHY do I have to know these things you tell me I have to know. This is ,as doctors and scientists describe, puberty. Necessary but nonetheless silly teenage rebellion. My parents thought I was going through a stage of my life where I will be a grumpy, rebellious, silly little girl who eventually I will outgrow.
  
   Have you noticed that during these years where each one of us starts to question the world, authority and all the set rules, EDUCATION becomes more stressful, the material we have to learn (memorise) becomes unnecessarily over-complicated pile of shit. ( Excuse my poor dictionary, clearly I am an illiterate, below averaged IQ-ed,  unqualified bag of neurons who not rather due to preference for simplicity than rather due to absence of complicated vocabulary is unable to express my thoughts and feelings in writing.)

   Anyway, as I was saying: Education comes knocking on your door; all looking bright, promising and safe, just like a Jehovah's witness who speaks in a voice very polite and tells recites you this story:

" Oh, hello there. I hope I am not interrupting you, I saw you were playing outside climbing that tree and looking at the birds, you seemed to be enjoying this very much. I promise I won't take long, just give me 7 or 8 years of your life to tell you why some facts need to be learned in order for you to succeed in life, find a job, wife, house, happiness etc and NOT end up poor, unhappy and stupid."

   And that's when the scare tactics begin, at our confused puberty time. I don't need to go into detail, I know that I was afraid, just like you. One moment I will be enjoying the liberties of life and manage to find out what is most important in life, find out what is pure happiness. (Come on, you are telling me that when you were 12 and you stayed outside till late, with your friends on a warm summer night, it didn't feel like pure happiness?) And you realise during puberty that the way we have made the world work, through our laws and political strategies, we have fucked it up big time! Once you have seen that pure happiness is having friends and being careless, you are suppose to accept the world's view on what happiness is: Work hard all day, all week for 50 years and then retire and do nothing for the hardest and not very pleasant 20 years you have left of your life span?? (Read that one twice). I say: Fuck the world's view on happiness!

   I was never convince by what education and the world were telling me. Throughout puberty and long after onto my "adult" years I kept asking WHY? Why is the world like that and not a better place? It's only a matter of choice, is it not? We create, we are in a way our  own Gods, because we are all-powerful, just look at all the technology we have created! We can stop hunger with a click of our fingers(if we want it to), we can stop all wars and conflicts, we can engage children and pupils to really learn about the world and look outside their windows more often. We are the keys to our own happiness. Not jobs, not money, not big houses, not better cars. These things will only give you the illusion of happiness, and that illusion won't last for very long. You end up getting more and more stuff to satisfy your need for happiness. How do you think consumerism works?!

   In the begging of the post I mentioned that at the age of 15 I wasn't looking yet, but I was on the right path.Today I see. I see the world and most importantly I see through it. I don't ask WHY anymore. I demand WHY NOT.

The stigma on conspiracy theories

   We have all heard a conspiracy theory at least once in our lives. Some of us have heard more than one and others believe in them like religious nuts.
   Where should I start? Fake moon landing, JFK assassination, 9/11, aliens working with the USA government and so on. Those are the ones I believe are very plausible. There goes some more: New World Order, Illuminati, Ancient Knowledge kept secret from the average person, Cancer is caused by the government.

   So many of them which can only mean that at least some of them have to be real. Which ones should we believe in? I strongly disagree they are all fake, some of them are over-exaggerated, however mostly true. I, for one, believe that there is a reason for conspiracy theories. My personal reason to believe in them is that those conspiracy theories help me cope with the world. They are like my romantic fairy tail where the prince shows up in a white horse and tells me I do not suffer from schizophrenia.

   I am not a negative person, I would like to consider myself a very positive and emotional person, however all I see around me and around the world (because hey, I can look further than my nose) is misery, sadness, despair, hunger and more misery. Everyday...all the time. And no, this is not due to my depression, my views on life and the world are solely based on observation and a bit of emotional intelligence, which by the way helps you not to be an ignorant fuck. I see wars, unhappiness, poverty and unfairness. And then I ask myself, am I a human being who has the capability of creating a computer, the internet, airplanes and spaceships (well not particularly ME, but others have done it!) but struggles to abolish poverty and rape around the world? I cannot go on and enjoy a night out as much as my friends, because there are so many things that play tricks on my mind. I keep thinking about that big stake I just ate and in a matter of seconds my mind will travel to the slums of India where children drink muddy water and that will be their dinner. And in that moment I will ask myself, why am I here?; how did I deserve this?; pure luck if you ask me. I don't want to be here, I've had enough steaks, I want to do something with my life, I want to make sure that we change this unfairness. Fuck you luck! Oh and there goes 'You should't let this ruin your nights out or your life, there is nothing you can do about the poor people in India? You can't actually help the poor people in Brazil or even the homeless people in your hometown!... so just go on, close your eyes, enjoy your steak and have a beer.'.

   People have often called me selfish, but a matter of fact is that they are the selfish ones. These people will come back home from work, sit on their couch, have their dinner while watching the news. News showing soft-version of the misery that is happening around the world. I assure you, those people will feel sad, until the news are over. Then they will just move on like nothing has happened. Come on, there must be a reason we are such heartless dicks! Maybe its the 1% Elite that are controlling our minds through our TVs?? What, you've not heard this conspiracy theory?

     Important fact is that there is nothing I can do to help anyone, this is the world I live in. I cannot afford to go and help people in another country, I cannot afford to go and support Occupy Wall Street. I live in a society where I need to climb a staircase towards money and security BEFORE I am free (basically have some money) to go and help people. But do you know what happens once you start climbing the society staircase...you lose your eyes, your mind and your soul... so by the time I can afford some freedom I would have stopped caring.

   So how do conspiracy theories help me cope with the world? In a world where I want to do nothing but help people, just like Holden Caulfield, I am not allowed to. And to me it doesn't make sense. In a world where people are dying from poverty and starvation, I go to my pointless job in a pub to start my shift and poor pints for people and probably end up cleaning their sick of the floor, and this is my everyday life. How does that make sense? How does it make sense that I work in a job that does nothing for no one, just so I can make money, just so I can buy shit I don't need?
   Conspiracy theories help me make sense of it. It's not us as a society that is so fucked up that we do pointless shit everyday for the rest of our lives...it is them. Whoever they are wherever they are. They have enslaved us and they play monopoly with the world. It can't be us, the poor average Joe we are good people, we care...for a short while. It is THEM, the bad guys who control us all. It is them who have enslaved us so badly that we have turned into mindless consumers. Them who will do everything for money. Not us. It has to be them, not us.... right?

Education

   I was playing a game last night with my best friend. I am not going to lie we were pretty high, or as I call it- medicated, because the word high feels like it has a stigma around it so I don't like using it. So, there we were medicated as fuck, 3 in the morning sitting on my couch and....drawing. The game was simple we each asked each other in turn to think about something that has no clear meaning. Such as... Think of Death? And then we had to draw the first thing that poped up in our minds as a picture or a feeling. So as we were playing and it was my turn I thought of the word EDUCATION and all of a sudden this big gloomy looking church with broken down fence and a huge cross on top of a tower just poped up in my head. I EVEN HEARD A BELL. Now, for some people this will mean that cannabis has fucked up my brain, however, I respect my drug and I use my drug; I don't let my drug use me... sooo due to my respect to it I feel like it is giving me something that I can comprehend only when I am medicated. This is not going to be the first time, just imagine a singer or an author who has not been on any drugs and they have created something. Most people do need psychoactive drugs to give themselves a little push that when sober you don't have in order to reach another level of creativity.

   Anyway so why gloomy church popes up in my mind when I think of EDUCATION? Because education is dead, just like religion. It is a brain washing industry and its time has long passed. Education should inspire you to think and never ever tell you what to think. Fortunately I've seen education in two completely different countries. I received my first 12 years of education in a country which is on the edge between second and a third world country. At the moment I am at university in one of the greatest countries The United Kingdom BUT the education as a whole is absolutely the same in both countries. It's all following orders and completing short-memory tasks also called exams. There is no creativity, no inspiration, no individuality. There is NO ME when I step into an exam or when I am writing an essay. Why not? I think I have pretty good ideas, different views on things. When I said that to one of my teachers at uni all she said was that I was not qualified to express my opinion! In an essay I need to reference my opinion and if no one else before me has had that idea or opinion, especially in a published journal, I cannot use it. And then I start to wonder... how did the first person who invented ANYTHING new referenced his idea?

   I do not want to follow into someone else's footsteps I want to create my own path, other people's footsteps had just inspired me. I want you, as a teacher, to inspire me to go on a road where no one else has been so I can do something new. I guess I have always known that I will never be a good student, I can never follow orders and be bound to structures and limits therefore I will have to do it the hard way- my way. Always my way.

I am as mad as hell, and I am not going to take this anymore

   Today I woke up feeling worse than even. Feeling real loneliness. I felt like I was the only one who did not get the world. I felt awake and I did not like the reality.

   More than ever people die. Some of them are alive, but they are dead. Most of them survive day by day, but they do not live. People wake up, have coffee and go to work, after work they go and buy food. Then they go back home, watch some TV and go to bed. And everyday its the same. Wake up, go to work; or if its their day off they go to the shopping mall. They buy and buy and buy. Clothes, TVs, Makeup, Window Cleaners.... tooth brushes, pot noodles, cigarettes, alcohol, computer, emptiness. No real living, just surviving. They drive cars, listen to music, work. And then more work. Go to the bank, get your salary. Go home, eat some crisps. Nothing.

   Charlie Chaplin said in his most famous speech: Greed has poisoned men' soul.

   We buy, sleep, work, watch TV. Nothing more, nothing else. 

Welcome to the age of the cattle. 

   When was the last time you looked at the stars? At the sky, at the birds. All we see everyday is Kim Kardashian, Miley Cyrus, Jay Z and so on. We have eyes, but can we actually see. See what's important.

   I keep searching for a blog similar to mine, where someone who is just MAD at the world talks about it. Let's out all the madness that's inside him. But all I see is fashion blogs. How to dress, what make up to use.... Am I asking for too much? All am asking for is to read that someone FEELS. I want to read a persons feelings and thoughts. I want to read that someone is MAD about all the MADNESS that is happening in the world. Because the world does not make any sense anymore.

   I wish I was not alone. I wish I was not the only mad one around here.

South Park and Reality

   Last week the new South Park game was released: The stick of truth. I am not going to go into details of what the game is about, but knowing its a SOUTH PARK game you kind of know what to expect. Anyway, the problem arises from the fact that the game is 18 rated BUT it is still censored in the UK. Wait....not the USA- where they have all those ridiculous laws(and let's be honest-they do get anal probed at the airport!) ...it is censored in the UK.
   Basically try and look at it through my eyes- I am 22 years old, all of my friends are in their early or late 20s, however they cannot play the full uncensored South Park version because well....I don't know.

   I will give an example with COD: Modern Warfare, the game came out several years ago (rated 18 of course) and a particular scene pissed off loads of mums- in that scene you were an undercover agent planted into the Russian mafia or something and you were at an airport with all your Russian pals. All of a sudden they all started shooting at the civilians. Most of the gamers I've talked to said that they all shot at the civilians at the airport. However the mums were so pissed off about THAT particular scene that the makers had to put a warning at the start of the game.

WARNING: A really bad scene will be following- do you want to play it or skip it?

   So here is my point: What REALLY grinds my gears is that in realistic games like GTA and COD you still have the option to run over people and shoot unarmed civilians at the airport, BUT in a silly PAPER CUT OFFS series like South Park you cannot play a scene where a non-realistic looking character get an ANAL PROBE by the aliens............ Just listen how ridiculous this sounds. I will say it again, I will also include pictures to emphasise my consumer's opinion.

THIS GUY HERE

 GETS AN ANAL PROBE

 BY THESE GUYS HERE

   Did you see how silly it looks. But I guess the governments of  UK, Australia, Germany and so on thought that it is their DUTY to protect 18 and above aged citizens from seeing an anal fucking probe taken by aliens on a paper cut off character.

                                                                                                                                                                       

 

Inspirational Speeches

There comes a day like yesterday, where I get upset and disappointed. What I do after days like that is to sit down and watch inspiring speeches by people I love. They help me get through days where I've lost faith. I would like to share them with you. 

 1. Bill Hicks

2. V for Vendetta

3. John Fitzgerald Kennedy

4. Charlie Chaplin

5. John Lennon

And this is how those 5 speeches get me through a rough day.

My pals: the Jehovah's witnesses

   We all have heard of the Jehovah's witnesses. Mostly by stories or scenes in movies where they knock on your front door and try and convert you into their believes.

 

   So here is my personal experience with them. I woke up early one morning, the time was 12:34. As usual I made myself a morning coffee, a drug I cannot start my day without. Just as I was sitting down I hear a knock on my front door. Usually I ignore people knocking on my door while I am having my coffee, because I am still in my PJ's and clearly NOT wearing a bra and my 'last night' make up had made it's way all over my face. Anyway, I decided to open the door this time, because I had a cigarette last night and I was still feeling quite chilled and thought to myself- hey, why not!

    I opened the door and to my surprise there was an old man accompanied by a young girl, both looking normal (which is quite rare for Scotland). The guy asked me how I was and handed me a leaflet with a picture of the world and headline saying 'WHO DO YOU THINK CONTROLS THE WORLD?'. Underneath the question there were three answers

1. God

2. The People

3. Someone else...

   The second I saw the answer the third option I said - SOMEONE ELSE! It's the top 6 richest people in the world that actually control them through money. The have enslaved the people with money and control everything in this world.

   Of course I knew that my answer was not expected, because the reply I got from the Jehovah's witness was a blank face. He then took a breath and said- what about God? And that was the moment I lost all faith in the Jehovah's witnesses. They were not here knocking on my door to ask for my personal opinion or to hear what I have to say. All they cared about was TALKING about their stuff and trying to convert me?

   So when he said- what about God? You don't think God controls the world
And I said that I do not believe in god, because I studied philosophy and psychology and I have made up my mind that no judgemental bearded man lives in the clouds.

   However, the old Jehovah's witness persisted and kept on asking: What about the REAL God, the good one, the one in the bible?
I did not hesitate for two seconds and replied- Oh, you mean the one that hates FAGS and don' think that rape is a crime... Oh OK. Well no, I do not believe in him either.

   And that is when the old man just looked at me with such pity, it's like I was a lost sheep.

Well OK, we will be on our way then....

   I closed the door thinking 'I might be lost, but I am definitely not the sheep here, pal'.

 

Remember Remember the 11th of September

I will go on and say it here, on this useless blog space. But at least it will be out 'there'. 

   Many of us have seen V for Vendetta, or at least read 1984. If you haven't, I do not know what you have been doing with your life and I do not want to know. If you have, you can (with no doubt) see the similarities between these fictional stories and what is happening right now in the world.

   The government is corrupt. But you know what we do, we consulate ourselves that a system (either government or society) cannot exist without corruption or evil. That is the worst part - we haven't even tried to create a system of fairness that can accomplish good and honest government and society. The idol of V is an idol holding an idea that things can be better, and until they are not better we should keep trying and trying. Never consulate ourselves that things are the way they are because there is nothing better. But how do you know without trying?!

   Guy Fawkes was trying to change things. Even if you think that Catholic state was not going to work and you don't agree with the gunpowder plot, it doesn't really matter because you will never know. Without trying you can never know if there is a better choice. That's why people celebrate the 5th of November (at least the sane ones), they celebrate the idea that a normal person can overthrow a corrupt government. We can learn a lot from this story, but if you want a more clear version you should watch V for Vendetta.

   The famous 5th of November is a fundamental part around a film that inspires rebellion against corrupt government. So this is where I want to introduce THE 11TH OF SEPTEMBER.

WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE BRAINWASHED!!!

Remember, Remember The 11th of September

   What happened that day, we all know that it proved to us all the conspiracy theories behind a corrupt global government were true. We finally had our prove. One thing I want to ask.... why do we still have the same government in control even though we have the prove!!! It is because people morn the deaths of thousand of peoples and blame it all on Islam and terrorism (quite generalised, but who are we kidding- it is the truth). We should, however, in the future celebrate the 11th of September as the day we finally took down the corrupt government and created a PEACEFUL world. It is that easy. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

Reincarnated

   I think I have been asleep for a very very long time. Maybe since 2010. That's when I had my last cigarette. And yes, I am a smoker, I meant the other cigarette.

   As I was saying, for 4 years now I've been asleep, or maybe the opposite of asleep- I was stressed out. I was worried, I could not sleep or concentrate, I was feeling miserable. Of course as a psychology student I managed to easily self-diagnose myself with depression. I went to the doctor and got the 'magical' pills- the ones that are meant to make you happy or at least numb (or could could call it dope). So i doped myself with those pills for good 4 months waiting for the miracle to work until one day after work I smoked a cigarette again.

   As I said, last time I was this awake was 4 years ago. Now I feel awake and happy.
Life is much better, I do not worry about work, money, society. Because these things are worries. I do not worry anymore. I look at the window at night and see everything brighter than ever, I see peace.
Oh, btw every time you have marijuana in your pocket or you get cough smoking it outside....well you might face a fine or worst- jail. Can I ask why? Every time when I am smoking I feel in peace with myself and everything else outside me. Then why in hell is it against the law? One reason - government does not want you to smoke it. Don't ask me why just LEARN by yourself. Same way I did it. Oh, another thing- they don't want you to know a lot of stuff, so do like me...SEARCH for the information that's out there (thanks to the internet) and educate yourself, because no one else will!
Marijuana opens up your mind. It enhances your personality. It won't change you, but it will show you who you are.

   One last thing: The incredible Bill Hicks ones used the best argument, why marijuana is a GOOD drug, not like most of the 'legal' drug. 'If you go to a concert or festival and there is always going to be that one AGGRESSIVE person, swearing and ready to fight. What would you say..is he DRUNK or HIGH.....Exactly, he is drunk. Because when you are HIGH it is fucking impossible to fight.... Hey..men.....Yes.......Hey.....'.

End of argument and opinion

Next blog:

THE DAY WHERE I SHUT THE MOUTHS OF JEHOVAH'S WITNESSES