Meth Joke Quotes

You think, but you don’t know. You don’t know anything about what it’s like to find your other half, I would take anything she chose to give me—the tiniest fraction or her entire world. I would take her for a single night knowing that I’ll lose her by morning, and I would hold on to her and never let go. I would take her healthy, or sick, or tired, or angry, or strong, and it would be my fucking privilege. I would take her problems, her gifts, her moods, her passions, her jokes, her body—I would take every last thing, if she chose to give it to me.

I would take anything she chose to give me—the tiniest fraction or her entire world. I would take her for a single night knowing that I’ll lose her by morning, and I would hold on to her and never let go. I would take her healthy, or sick, or tired, or angry, or strong, and it would be my fucking privilege. I would take her problems, her gifts, her moods, her passions, her jokes, her body—I would take every last thing, if she chose to give it to me.

I laugh harder with you. I feel more myself with you. I trust you with me–the real me. When something goes wrong, or right, or I hear a funny joke, or I see something bizarre, you’re the first person I want to talk to about it.

take anything she chose to give me—the tiniest fraction or her entire world. I would take her for a single night knowing that I’ll lose her by morning, and I would hold on to her and never let go. I would take her healthy, or sick, or tired, or angry, or strong, and it would be my fucking privilege. I would take her problems, her gifts, her moods, her passions, her jokes, her body—I would take every last thing, if she chose to give it to me.

You think, but you don’t know. You don’t know anything about what it’s like to find your other half,” he continues, voice low and sharp. “I would take anything she chose to give me—the tiniest fraction or her entire world. I would take her for a single night knowing that I’ll lose her by morning, and I would hold on to her and never let go. I would take her healthy, or sick, or tired, or angry, or strong, and it would be my fucking privilege. I would take her problems, her gifts, her moods, her passions, her jokes, her body—I would take every last thing, if she chose to give it to me.

I looked up and down the mostly empty aisle. “It wasn’t just sex. It was . . .” I shook my head and tried to keep my voice down. “Cory, it was so much more. It was the best sex of my life. I can’t even describe it.” His eyes lit up. “How good?” “Is it possible for his dick to shoot meth or cocaine? Because I’m seriously addicted after one time. I need more of whatever the fuck he did to me. I’m not even kidding. Do fat mushroom-headed cocks have some magic-mushroom jizz?” Cory roared, laughing so loud that the man at the end of the aisle stopped and stared. “Yeah, I think I would have heard about that before now. Or had it myself.” “I’m not joking, Cory. Imagine a huge firework rocket. Now douse it in petrol, add some sparkles for funsies, then set it on fire. That’s what he did to me.” He leaned in and did some weird thing with his eyebrows. “It sounds like you had a prostate orgasm.” “Have you ever had one?” “Once.” “And?” “It was a firework rocket doused in petrol with sparkles for funsies and set on fire.” “And you never told me about this because . . .” “If I told you about every sexual encounter I have, we’d never talk about anything else.

looked up and down the mostly empty aisle. “It wasn’t just sex. It was . . .” I shook my head and tried to keep my voice down. “Cory, it was so much more. It was the best sex of my life. I can’t even describe it.” His eyes lit up. “How good?” “Is it possible for his dick to shoot meth or cocaine? Because I’m seriously addicted after one time. I need more of whatever the fuck he did to me. I’m not even kidding. Do fat mushroom-headed cocks have some magic-mushroom jizz?” Cory roared, laughing so loud that the man at the end of the aisle stopped and stared. “Yeah, I think I would have heard about that before now. Or had it myself.” “I’m not joking, Cory. Imagine a huge firework rocket. Now douse it in petrol, add some sparkles for funsies, then set it on fire. That’s what he did to me.” He leaned in and did some weird thing with his eyebrows. “It sounds like you had a prostate orgasm.” “Have you ever had one?” “Once.” “And?” “It was a firework rocket doused in petrol with sparkles for funsies and set on fire.” “And you never told me about this because . . .” “If I told you about every sexual encounter I have, we’d never talk about anything else.

I took his hand and pulled him away before he could get into a smack down with Stink Eye Susan and her basket full of plant-based tofu. Christ. Did she even know what tofu was? Marketing really preyed on the stupid. I looked up and down the mostly empty aisle. “It wasn’t just sex. It was . . .” I shook my head and tried to keep my voice down. “Cory, it was so much more. It was the best sex of my life. I can’t even describe it.” His eyes lit up. “How good?” “Is it possible for his dick to shoot meth or cocaine? Because I’m seriously addicted after one time. I need more of whatever the fuck he did to me. I’m not even kidding. Do fat mushroom-headed cocks have some magic-mushroom jizz?” Cory roared, laughing so loud that the man at the end of the aisle stopped and stared. “Yeah, I think I would have heard about that before now. Or had it myself.” “I’m not joking, Cory. Imagine a huge firework rocket. Now douse it in petrol, add some sparkles for funsies, then set it on fire. That’s what he did to me.” He leaned in and did some weird thing with his eyebrows. “It sounds like you had a prostate orgasm.” “Have you ever had one?” “Once.” “And?” “It was a firework rocket doused in petrol with sparkles for funsies and set on fire.

It was the mood of that pre-war Oxford which remained lost for me—the high spirits, hope and recklessness, the sense of comradeship made closer through shared jokes and rebellion. This mood was too fragile to be resurrected many years after it had suffered a smoke-like dispersal.

Powerful I am a form of God's design! I will have whatever my mind is set on; I will be whatever my desire is to be, Around me rolls the power of universe. I stand to gaze and praise myself loud, For my greetings waits the entire nature, I have made choices out of my self-love I have held to thoughts to please my own I have taken charted plans to make beautiful way Where I live in a closet of peace with spiritual gain I have the power to change darkness into dazzling light, I have the courage to struggle for my deserving right. With my choices I ride ahead to capture vision and goals But it seems life still loves the green grasses and games, Then I fear as I deceive myself and cheat my knowing Soul, For greed of wants, desires I manipulate my Divine own. But the joke is still I achieve what I want in a better way, No one knows how happy I am to be in this humble way, Past is gone and it better leaves me alone for now, My true romance is only with my dear lovely future. I have strength of ocean within me and power of God, Who dares to break me down will never be able to at all, I am the most beautiful design created by my God, His infinite power and tender heart inherited by me...the powerful one - Harshada Pathare