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02-03-2006, 05:31 AM
Vapor Store - Deluxe Hands Free Vapor Boxes
Read the contest rules: http://www.treatingyourself.com/vbulletin/announcement.php?f=45
Thanks to our sponsor at http://www.vaporstore.com we are able to give away a deluxe, hands free vaporizer every month.
Contest runs from Feburary 1st – 28th, 2006
Winner will be announced by March 3rd, 2006
Here’s a picture. Tell us a story.
We’re not asking for you to describe the picture or say what you think is happening.
We want to hear a story, that begins or ends or has the scene in the picture in the story.
420 words or less.
As an Additional rule to this and every contest. All Contest winners are to PM me and to make a post when they receive their prize. To let me specifically know when they receive their prize and to let the TY community know as well.
02-03-2006, 02:15 PM
I have read the rules
Meet Clara. Clara is an upstanding citizen in all of the basic senses of the term. she doesn't break any laws aside from speeding and occasionally indluging in the basic human need for marijuana. she works the drive-thru of her local pharmacy. It came as something of a shock for her to hear that her employers were beginning a random drug testing policy starting after lunch, with her. having indulged the night prior and not wanting to lose her job over the matter, she offers to pick up smoothies for everyoneand runs around the corner to think up a plan. the smoothie shop has free internet access while she waits and so she starts searching the internet for a solution.
she comes across a website that tells her to drink bleach to distroy the THC in her system. Knowing full well that bleach is not intended for human consumption, she does it anyway. And now we see Clara, voilently ill while having her blood taken for the test. Before she loses conciousness, Clara wonders if her job is really worth all this hassle.
02-13-2006, 05:25 PM
Not here, but in a place very very far away there is a land where everyone is composed not of flesh but of fleece; in this land lived the Muppets! A long time ago in this Muppet land there was this one called Ms. Piggy, she happened to be walking through the Disney Headquarters to renegotiate her TV contract, but on her way out she heard something VERY disturbing. She overheard some producers talking about "appealing to a new audience" to take the show in a "new direction." The producers wanted to make a Muppet Movie with people of Flesh as the actors! Ms. Piggy was stunned; she could not believe what she was hearing! "This is Ridiculous," Thought Ms. Piggy, "how can one even think about a Muppet movie with no Muppets!" Ms. Piggy felt a little sick by the idea and took a seat near by. On the wall, like a sign from a Disney God, she saw a picture of Pinocchio with a quote beside it "I want to be a REAL boy!" And Ms. Piggy jumped to her feet and yelled "I WANT TO BE A REAL GIRL!" She quickly contacted the best doctors, and within no time decided to go with the doctor that turned Michael Jackson into a Freak and told him to turn her into a real girl so she can live her movie dreams.
The only problem was the pain from fleece to flesh was so horrible that Ms. Piggy was not able to control her self and started to scream, the doctors tried to hold her back, but she would not stop. As result her faced became demented forever and worse she was not casted for her own role in the film…
02-14-2006, 02:33 AM
I have read the rules
Kelly was a straight A college student and the type of girl who never got in trouble. She was in appearance, the "perfect" child, but soon all that would change. One late Friday night she was walking home down a dark, cold quiet alley after finishing her study group. The walls around the alley were moldy, bars covered the windows, and a strong smell of urine and garbage filled the musty air. She continued walking ignoring the voice in the back of her head that frantically urged her to turn back. Strange sounds hit her ear the further she walked, but was just inaudible. Kelly continued her walk, the sounds began to turn into an enchanting song, she wanted to leave but the music somehow had a hold on her. She wanted to scream but was unable to get anything past her lips; all she could do was continue to inch closer and closer. She was now face to face with a door. This door was not like another door, the door was twice as tall as your usual door, and it was as black as night. There were two big brass door knobs one on each side of the door. In old English silver writing there was a sign at the very bottom of the door. The sign read: “Door of Choice. one path leads to... (the text was too worn to read) the other will lead you to a wonderful world, choose wisely for you only get one choice that can’t be undone." Kelly stood for a moment before closing her eyes and reaching for a doorknob. The door slowly creaked open. She took a moment gathering up her courage and made her way slowly down the hall way.
A week later the police found her in a dark corner of her apartment, covered in blood and mumbling to herself. She was immediately admitted into a psychiatric hospital.
No one really knows what happened that night or why someone else’s blood was all over her. Some people say she caught her boyfriend cheating on her, so she punished him and the new girl. While some say she was demonically possessed or simply went on a psychopathic rampage to fulfill her bloodlust, but no one really knows the true story. Kelly can now be found at St. Thomas’ Hospital for the Mentally Ill, still humming that eerie tune. They now have to give her shots to keep her sedated and under control.
02-20-2006, 10:22 PM
I have read the rules.
On a rather bright afternoon, Chelle was feeling somewhat generous. As she exited the super store in her town and felt the breeze she noticed the signs pointing towards the Red Cross center which stated today was in fact a donation day. Being terribly scared of needles, Chelle wanted to ignore that yearning feeling of wanting to give blood. It didn't take much argueing with herself until she was standing in a waiting line. With increased anxiety, she hurriedly talked to the woman at the desk, who was also occupied with a full waiting room and stacks of forms. After filling out her form and handing it in, she waited on someone to call her to the next line in which to stand and wait. Following much fidgeting, nail biting, and irregular breathing a worker called her name and set her in the chair which she was to sit to have the procedure done. The woman then pulled out a rather large needle with a solution in it. Chelle immediately paniced and became speechless. She was in the vaccination line, instead of the donation line! Being even more scared of shots than getting blood drawn, she lost all sense of motor functions. As the needle pierced her skin, entering the burning liquid into her arm. She just wished she wasn't so damn nice.
02-21-2006, 12:45 PM
I have read the rules !
This is my friends sister , she is getting a shot because she was drunk one day and had to go to work so she went to the hospital and said she had a stomach pain and she was lying, they made some test and no problem was found. so they tought it was urine infection so they gave her a shot of (^piss-selin). and as you can see shes a crazy whole with a look of the exorcist from hell , but shes a kind helpful person with a heart of a giver, ok i'll tell the truth , i had sex with her and her mom too ...........................
02-23-2006, 04:51 AM
You look at the picture and you laugh. Don't laugh, you are watching a real woman's pain. It's an old picture, sometime in 1971, but her story starts in 1968. She was 17. Her parents were working their way to a divorce. She rebelled, smoked pot and drank. But the problem with partying was gaining weight. Pot gave her munchies and the booze had calories. A girlfriend said she knew this guy, Mark, who had diet pills. She didn't like Mark, he was good looking, kinda, but he had a temper and he sold more than the pills. She bought the pills. Somehow, she now found herself in whirlwind of drugs, grass to help with hangovers, jitters and stress, diet pills to keep her thin, more pot and booze to party or to sleep at night. Pot helped her keep it together, in spite of the pills and booze. Drugs became a ritual, a habit. Then came Operation Intercept. The Mexican border was closed down. No more grass. She went to Mark to see if he had any pot, even though it wasn't his thing. Instead, he offered her some "downers" to help her sleep. It didn't take long for her to become addicted. The diet pills soon were exchanged for meth. She began to steal. A $50 from her mom, money from her job, the college fund- gone. All at once, she was broke, fired, her angry parents were telling her it was time to move out, while friends were deserting her because she had "changed". Only Mark remained...with his pills and powders. Mark "took her in"... and took her over. Soon, he had her turning occational tricks to pay for drugs. When they bought, they'd put the drugs in a McDonalds bag and toss it in the back seat. One day, Mark made a mistake, he changed lanes without signalling. Lights flashed in the rearview mirror. Mark swore, screaming "Dump the freaking speed!" as he hit the gas. She bent back over the seats trying to reach the drugs. The car rolled. She flew through the windshield. Her tight shorts offered no protection. The picture was taken as the glass was being removed. Who you don't see is the police officer who is just out of the picture. She will face years in jail. Mark died, and that left only her to take the wrap. She is the victim of a drug pusher and of her own weakness - but more than that, she is a victim of the marijuana prohibition that spawned Project Intercept. It was her turning point. Without it, her life well might have been so very different. I look again at the photo and see my own, but so young, face. I see who I was. I am her. I have read the rules.
this one time at band camp .......we all started to drink and play with our insterments and really started to sound good ..i think:rolleyes: ... but then Julie started to run around naked and cut het foot on a old nail .... so we made her get dressed(theres always a party pooper at band camp) and took her to the hospital.. and she had to get this shot that really sucked... and we decided that from that nite on we only get naked and run around after we have checked the floors :p
02-27-2006, 03:12 PM
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So yesterday morning i woke up and my nose was just spewing snot out of it, disgusting I know! I thought perhaps it could be allergies of somekind but with the new rain the day before i thought it was unlikely. Well luckily the flow slowed into a trickle and for a moment i thought i would be spared from this day from hell but man was I wrong. to my dismayy my sinuses bagan to seal themselves as if preparing to be invaded by the DEA. It felt as if my head began to swell into twice its size... I did the only thing i could do, smoked some nice meds, whic i could not even taste. i preceded to lay down and fall asleep only to be awaked by a load ringing in my head several hours later. well this kept up for a little while until i was able to dose back off determined to visit my physcian this morning!
when i awoke i felt no better than the night before and made my way to her office. upon arrival i quickly determined I was not alone in my plight. there were several others sitting in the reception area seeming to be suffering from the same symptoms as myself. when I was called back into the exam room after only a few minutes of waiting, i was relieved. Finally, in this crewl existance, I had seen light at the end of the tunnel. I was told i was suffering from a particularly nasty case of what he termed " The Common Cold"... are you crazy, i thought? this had to be influenza or something worse... not just a cold. but indeed it was and i was brought into a room with other "Victoms" of this outbreak and given a shot of vitaman B complex. I was o distraught about this that when the woman giving me the shot acidently poked me int the breast first! ouchh!!! the she told me to " get over it".
well to tel you the truth im not sure ill ever quite get over this enire episode but hope to block it from my memory eventualy!
02-28-2006, 01:46 AM
I have read the rules.
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