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Chris-Craft

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    No one really enjoyed the last time I posted a fit with this hoody, but I think it looks better in this context.

    Junya

    Jawnz

    Virgils

    i really hope kvc06 is going to school for a degree that will make him a ton of money, because this kid wastes so much on clothes that he makes look mediocre.

  2. my LVC 1947's:

    prewash:

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    before i undid the stitching...

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    (note, legs are heavily rolled up because it was a hot summer day...i am not a midget)

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    post wash after i undid the stitching...

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    new 710's in the bg...these 47's are basically retired

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    worn: ~2years

    washed: 1 soak & 1 shower wash

    these really deserve a better camera than an iphone

  3. ^^^where in saint louis? ladue?

    Why the fuck did you quit smoking cig's for about a month...???
    It seems counter-intuitive that a few of you quit smoking/drugs/etc. after a break up. I went on a two week bender after my last break up.

    my mindset was basically: "if this bitch is stupid enough to not appreciate me, then im gonna show her what she's missing." i was angry at her and myself and i figured self improvement was the most healthy option. i worked out and quit smoking cigs for 3-4 weeks, i really wanted to be looking and feeling good as a kinda "fuck you, im better off without you and you never meant anything to me anyway" kinda thing...

  4. what i say to myself whenever shit goes sour with a bittie:

    "there are 3 billion women on this planet"

    that being said, ill share a story. fall 2008 i met this girl (lets just call her isabelle). we actually met at a wine/cheese party my roommates and i threw at our new house off campus. we hooked up that night and started to hang out a lot after. we never had an explicit "youre my gf, im your bf" type of conversation, but i thought we didnt need one and that neither of us was fucking other people...at least i wasnt. we shared an amazing ~6 months together and then summer came. we both had very different plans, i spent a month in europe and was traveling around to music festivals/family vacations. isabelle was going back home to the east coast to work all summer. we left things on good terms and i tried to communicate with her long distance as best i could - i even invited her to spend a week at my family's summer place in michigan, which she declined (expensive/needed money/had a job she couldnt leave/ect). over this entire summer i kissed under 5 other girls and fucked 0 (though not from lack of opportunity, i activily tried not to fuck other girls because i cared about isabelle.) got back to boulder after the summer and i wanted to pick up where we had left things off - i cared about this girt a LOT. problem was things just seemed different and isabelle was acting strange. i knew almost immediately that she was dating someone else and i was devastated. i really liked this girl but when i saw how she was treating me i knew that i deserved better.

    here's the straw that broke the camel's back: we went to a party together at my friend mike's and she disappears. i go looking for her because after a while all my friends are leaving, and im about to walk into my friend mike's room as my friend ben is leaving and he says to me something along the lines of "dont go in there, dont cock block." my curiosity got the better of me and i walked in to find isabelle sitting on this mike's bed smiling up at him and he's smiling at her...just the two of them. i say something like "yo mike, we're all leaving." and get the fuck out as fast as possible. to this day i dont know if they ever fucked or were just talking, but i realized that night that if isabelle was going to treat me with such disrespect and hurt me like that then i was better off without her. i deleted her number from my phone and quit smoking cig's for a month. havent looked back since, but i do think about her from time to time.

    anyway,

    "there are 3 billion women on this planet"

    it also helps that ive fucked way hotter girls since isabelle :cool:

  5. isn't taking skillet hits one of the most out-there elaborate ways of getting high? i wonder what old folk would think seeing kids getting stoned using red hot glass rods and blowtorches. shits mad funny to me

    i cant only imagine what my parents would say if they saw me about to hit anything involving a blow torch...:rolleyes:

    it's a hilarious concept to begin with but it gets u into a different world. i thought i was in mario strikers the other day. damn koopas

    the high is so pure, its hard to describe. i feel like i can function fairly well off a skillet rip, its a very "clear headed" high...it will definitely fuck you up, but its not uncomfortable or overwhelming

  6. tried skillet rips for the first time last night...never felt a high quite like it.

    for those unaware, basically the process starts with a circular hollow glass attachment that fits on a bong. you use a propane torch to get the circular tip glowing red hot. you then take hash oil (80% thc) and coat the end of a glass rod with it. you then touch the rod with the oil on it to the red hot glass piece attached to the bong and inhale the smoke through the piece attached to the bong. its basically like freebasing SUPER pure weed...next level shit,

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