
WHERE WILL YOU BE
when your drugs wear off?
What is happening in the picture? Tell us in the Comments
Picture by: dunno source. Caption by: dunno source via Poster Builder
-
-
Copy & paste this:
Show Only: Democrats | Republicans | Media | Military
« Previous HERO | Don’t Know Much Next »

WHERE WILL YOU BE
when your drugs wear off?
What is happening in the picture? Tell us in the Comments
Picture by: dunno source. Caption by: dunno source via Poster Builder
Isn’t this a complete repeat? I mean, same caption and everything?
It’s not original. It’s not unique. It’s superrerun!
With the ability to make me “meh” twice as fast as a normal lol.
Right, but remember that a meh is just ahem spelled backwards.
meha? Isn’t that what cowboys yell?
logic. peh.
I think it was a different picture, originally. But this still made me LOL. Mostly because I have brain damage from years of alcohol and drug addiction. Stupid drugs.
Ooooh, what’s this over here? Why hello there pretty little acid blotter…
Funny enough, the first time I found myself in the Marshall Islands. The second time was in Australia married.. I’m not going to complain about the second time, it worked out ok!
I once woke up, after the beer wore off, at 30+ K feet in a C-141 bound for Australia — I don’t think that we wanted to conquer it, though the women were quite pretty, too bad I was happily married — I mean good thing I was happily married. I didn’t have any tatoos when I woke up, so it was a good thing!
I don’t even want to get into tattoos.. I have one I got in Hawii and I STILL don’t remember how the hell it happened. At least it doesn’t look bad and flaming skulls on a sword always look awesome.
Ah, the wonderful world of Hotel St. Thats where I managed to avoid getting a tattoo — course I told my SGT, no matter what happens, no tattoos. Thank God for SGTs
Funny about that too, you just keep trying to make a right until you stumble in through a door. Hopefully it’s the RIGHT door.
I prefer going through the wall.
That would have been my good friend Julio. I don’t know that you would have been able to go through him though. The guy was built like a brick dunny. All muscle, not much brains, and of course, was a Marine.
I dunno, if you’re going with the whole flaming-skulls motif I seriously think there should be snakes (or at least a snake) coming out of the eye holes. Just my opinion though. I have a tattoo of a…a…oh wait, that’s a freckle, never mind.
The snakes would have been a perfect addition. Unfortunately, I wasn’t even aware of what I was getting until it was gotten.
that sucks. you CAN always add in the snakes. a good artist will use a white to knock down the color there currently and then overlay the snake.
i can say that i’ve been completely aware of what’s going on every time i’ve been worked on. 7 tattoos, under the needle 9 times. yay for multiple sittings
Well, as you probably noticed, I’m way brave enough to have…freckles. Maybe the occasional mole. Do scars count? Unintentional ones, I mean.
My drugs haven’t worn off yet.
cause you have SUPER drugs
What? Where?
*passes the super blunt*
Bless your mermaidy heart!
*takes a big toke straight to the dome*
*pounds s_b on the back* That’s some chronic shit huh!
Mine neither. Wait, I’ve never done drugs…so what’s wrong with me then?
As soon as you figure it out let me know cause I’m in the same boat.
Alls I know is that people talk about stuff they see on LSD and I think “you mean that’s not how real life looks?”
I’ll bring the LSD with me when I come for Jack in the Box.
Same here.
I’ve cooked up some pretty bizarre shit, man.
I don’t need the drugs. All you need is to take my meds away.
I’ve cooked up crack.. meth.. heroin..
Oh, did you mean something else?
Uh, I thought we were having pot roast?
Oh… YEAH! *hastily cooks stouffer’s pot roast* Sorry Rando..
I’m not allowed to let mine wear off.
Better living through chemicals!
Reality is for people who can’t handle drugs.
On the couch, with an empty Cheetos bag and orange fingers.
What’s it to you?
I loathe you. Now I want Cheetos and I’m stuck here. I can’t get out and run to the store.
I’m about to enjoy a mint chocolate ice cream sandwich.
I’m enjoying now.
Thanks for the update.
I just finished enjoying the sandwich. It was delicious and satisfying.
THANK GOD I CAN GO TO BED NOW!
you are evil incarnate — the cheetos i can ignore, but now i seriously want mint choco chip ice cream
i scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream
It was SO. GOOD.
We shall go to this, Duckberg, “You Scream” parlor…
lol
brown ppl can’t be supermen, it looks ridiculous
He’s looking in vain for a phone booth. Damn cellulars.
With a slight tweak that would have been a great caption.
I like how the ‘caution’ tape is censoring the fit of his tights.
His crotch is a crime scene.
Ah, the college years…..I remember them ( some of it at least)
*wakes up at 5:20 P:M*
wait…………what?
Tell me quick…what happened?
I vaguely remember an 8 am class I never bothered to get up for.
i remember an 8am class my friends and i woke up at 5am every friday in order to get trashed for.
hated the prof, he was a giant douche bag. and who the hell schedules a bunch of juniors (which means we all just turned 21) to have an 8am M-F anyway? imbecile.
That was a bad semester for me anyway. I think I finished with about 1.25 GPA. When you sleep until 3 pm everyday, you don’t get to too many classes.
That’s a guy from Peru who likes to dress up like Superman. Nothing special, he’s just looking for attention. He just walk around talking stupid things.
Well, he’s going in my book under awesome. Let your freak flag fly, I say.
And the problem with 27/7 cosplaying is?
temporal anomalies would the problem, i think.
D’oh!!!!
It took me a moment to see the guy in the Superman outfit, for reals. I thought the caption was referring to the dude looking peevishly at the camera and figured he had had a very long and bad night.
And, yes, I do like the placement of the tape!
I wondered about that guy too. LOL When your sunglasses are as big as your face, that’s a problem.
Wha?
At the liquor store, of course.
“Legalize it!”-Peter Tosh, circa 1975