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rofl people love this story,
So I used to work for a facility caring for adults with mental disabilities, beyond the easiest job in the world. I did 12a-8a shift so they were asleep when i arrived and usually not awake. Normally when id come in at 12 the guy that was leaving would stick around and wed burn for a few hours spice normally. one day he got Fentanyl transdermal patches, [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] it says not for acute use, im pretty sure the one he had literally said something like do not take unless dying from cancer it was sever. We scopped a gob on some foil and smoked it, beyond fucked and almost OD after a day or 2 and 3 patches, he got out of my car at one point puked fell down rolled in it came back and we smoked again. After a couple of hours of freebasing this shit we went inside to get some food, i grabbed a bowl of cereal and went to the living room. After about 5 minutes i noticed the house was completely silent so i looked into my kitchen and theres my buddy entire head in a soup pot and his arm in a baking pan of barbeque chicken. I hollered to him, no response, hollered again and he jolted. He lifted up his head and his entire face was dripping, thankfully it wasnt on and boiling. while he was getting his plate he just blacked out and fell into the pot. he didn't even know his face was wet and 10 minutes later asked what was on his arm because it looked like blood but there was no wound lol | ||
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