What drug can make you pass out cold

What drug can make you pass out cold

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Chloroform is a drug that was used in the past as an inhaled anesthetic during surgery. It will make you unconscious and severely fatigued. Chloroform is no longer used in medicine today.

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Q: i know this is long, but read it! i think it is good! a / b1 Matthewi saw the sun glint of the lake as it set into the mountains far away into darkness. a smile grew on my face as i pressed the last keys on the computer, the end. i was finally finished. as i waited hastily for the last few pages to print, I thought to my self. “finally!” i have been working on this report for over 3 months, and i thought this day would never come! my smile grew even larger as the simple word “finished” gleamed on the computer. i never did any research on the drug i was writing the report. it was a new drug in the revolutionary line medications from alpine inc. it was an honor to write this report on this new drug. it was something called a / b. it was intended for children. wow, the company able to find the cure for cancer, and the common cold, is now making children’s drugs? i never thought about it this way. well, i don’t know much about the drug or what it does. i was just writing a report to send to some government official. you may be thinking that i should have more knowledge on the drug before i write it, but, no i don’t. they send me about thirty different letters and i condense them. very simple job, with very good money, and a good office also. my office was in my home. alpine built my home right on the canadian rocky mountains. i lived right over a lake, vast and beautiful. night fell, i fell asleep at midnight and woke up at two, my mind couldn’t escape the curiosity of what the drug was. it was strange, i never had any curiosity about it, except now. i got up from the bed and slowly walked towards my office. i had an all-access pass to their mainframe. if i needed to ask any questions, i could look them up on here, but i never have. in the files page, i saw it. a / b. that is a weird name for a drug. so i clicked and started to read. as i got only half way through, i thought to my self “oh… my… god” then i heard a window break. i heard footsteps in the house. i started to look around the main room of my house through the crack in the door. the only light was the moon, which was huge and full. then i saw more than four men walking towards the door. quickly, i locked the door and got on my knees and went under my desk. my heart was racing, and the same with my mind. then, it happened. they broke down the door with one kick. then, with no hesitation, they grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me to my feet. they were yelling at me, swearing and cursing at me, but my thoughts overpowered their screams. i cringed my neck to the side, to escape the saliva, spewing out his mouth when he talked. then with hesatation, he kneed me in my crotch and injected me with a drug. darkness followed. my eyes widened in surprise, as i woke up in my bed. i looked at the clock, it was five in the afternoon. i looked down at my groin. it was bruised. i looked at my are and i saw a prick mark. “that really did happen to me last night” i was scared. i got up and looked around. the window was still there, so was everything else. the door was in tact. the house was perfect, but i was not.2 markher eyes flared with desire as i stroked her back with my hand. but all the while, my heart wreanched with guilt. i couldn’t take it anymore, i couldn’t take her anymore. i sat upright on the side of the bed, face cupped in my hands. “baby, what’s wrong?” she said “leave me alone” “what’s wrong, you can tell me, baby!” “i said, leave me alone!” “you ungrateful basterd! i do this for you! and you do nothing in return, nothing for me!” then with a huff she got up and headed for the door, then right before her fingers touched the nob, she let out a huge sigh and came back and punched me right in face with a scowl on her face then, i got up, nose bleeding, and struck her down to the ground and said, “if you ever do that again, your dead body will be sent back to that hell-hole where you came from! now get the hell outta my house!” with a cry she limped out of the room. she was saudi-arabian. i saved her from being stoned about a month ago. i was there, to kill her husband and her, but i couldn’t do it. she had such beauty and innocence in her face. and when the police came to his house, he saw a woman standing by a dead priest. only thing to do was kill her. as i was passing through the town to reach my plane back to california, i saw her, buried up to her shoulders in the ground. then with a swift move i brought out my gun and shot down thirty men in as little as 45 seconds. i was a trained assassin for a man name deverin alpine. he was a twisted and evil man, but he payed me 3 mil. for every kill. where and how he got his money i had no idea, but money is money. i was raised catholic, but now i don’t know who or what i am. i was raised racist, intolerant people with violent intent to other races and religions. i was raised output hate and despair. my heart wrenched for peace a

A: Just because I’m in a good mood, I will give you a very detailed review.*i saw the sun glint of the lake as it set into the mountains far away into darkness.*How can you see sun if you’re in darkness? Plus, check your spelling, punctuation, and grammer, please.*a smile grew on my face as i pressed the last keys on the computer, the end*Shoule be a colon (:) not a comma.*night fell, i fell asleep at midnight and woke up at two, my mind couldn’t escape the curiosity of what the drug was*I really don’t like this line. Change it up.Sorry, but you lost me. Not in confusion, but you lost my interest. This is just simple telling. There is no showing. What color is the desk? Is it red cherry wood? Bleached oak? Are there knots in the wood? Is it glossy or dull? Dented or smooth? These are things you need to consider when writing.There is room for improvement. Rewrite this, and it might have potential.

Taken out of context did I do something horrible and what should I do?

Q: So it appears as though I’ve run into a situation that challenges my ethics, morals, and values, which I have ALWAYS held in high regard. I have been sleepless the past few nights, as I fret over the decision I made. What I have done is finally catching up to me, and the guilt tears me up inside. The main concern I have: should I feel this guilty?About three weeks ago, I attended a drug party with my girlfriend of six months, Jennifer. There were numerous drugs available for a very low cost. Jennifer and I were pretty big on expanding our minds and experiencing the vast kaleidoscope of altered states drugs have to offer. (I request that no one in their responses criticizes the drug culture; I don’t criticize you for worshiping a mass of flesh stapled to a piece of wood). I introduced Jennifer to pot when we started dating, and her involvement with drugs escalated quickly. She was reluctant to try any drugs at first, for she wanted to get into a state university or something. Between you and me, her intelligence was…questionable at best. With or without the drugs, she would have failed at life, to some degree. Back to the party, we were having a terrific time. Laughing, dancing, and the ingesting of various substances was had by all. We pretty much stuck with cocaine for the evening. Jennifer insisted she was partied out after a measly four lines (the shit wasn’t even that strong, f*&king Tony), but I suggested we stay if she wanted to get used to my lifestyle and keep up with me. We get to a tray of these very intriguing “mystery balls”; the man selling them said that he would sell them to us only if we agreed to not take ANYTHING for the rest of the evening. Jennifer wanted to split one, but I told her we were here to change our sense of being, not sample drugs like we’re at a f*%king grocery store. We each took our “mystery ball”. Jennifer did not react well to it, so I drove her back home. I don’t really remember driving the car as much as it drove me; the drug had that much of an effect. Or maybe I made Jennifer drive, I don’t really remember. Needless to say, we were fucked up, and I don’t remember the rest of the night. Because of this, and what ensued afterwards, I no longer take drugs. The next day I woke up around 3 p.m. and glanced over at my sleeping beauty; or so I thought. She appeared bluer than usual, not like in sad mood kind of way; her skin actually turned the color blue. It was a sort of a lively blue though. Not like Heather Graham full-on “Drugstore Cowboy” blue, it was more of a tint than a color. I grew slightly alarmed but maintained my cool. Still a bit woozy from the drugs, I figured I was hallucinating. I nibbled her neck for a while. It was colder than usual, but I paid no mind; Fall had approached, and everything seems colder when that happens. I woke up instantly aroused. The man who sold us the mystery balls said that it might result in an overactive libido. I asked Jennifer if we could make love the next morning if that were the case; I think she said ok. I could not control myself; the only thing I could think of was stimulating my arousal. Although I thought she was still sleeping, I initiated intercourse. As her limber body failed to go through the “usual motions”, as I like to call them, I began to question whether or not she was alive. I assumed the drugs simply put her into a very deep sleep, and I continued to fornicate. It was only a few moments after I finished that I realized she was not breathing; I called for help almost instantly. It turns out she had choked on her own vomit and passed away. I told her she shouldn’t have had that shellfish (her breath was AWFUL). I want to talk to somebody but am concerned about the legal implications of my dilemma. Plus, my friends would make SO much fun of me. I contest what I did was not necrophilic, but I do feel weird. I mean, how much in the wrong can I be if we were likely to do it regardless? What should I do?

A: If she was blue and did not answer you, clearly there was a problem. But since you were thinking with your dick at the moment and droussy/dumbed up fron the so called balls, I am surprised your dick did not fall off. It is a sad tragedy and well God has punished you enough by traumatizing and forever remembering that you slept with a dead woman. If I were you I would talk to a counselor and get serious help…Gross…

Guys what’s your opinion,would u agree with boy A. or boy B. ?

Q: A girl who’s a type 2 diabetic always carries a tube of cake icing in her purse just in case her blood sugar runs a little bit below normal and she repeatedly instructs all her friends (male and female) that in the event of a low blood sugar attack/pass out from it to take the tube of cake icing from the purse and place a strip the size of an index finger inside the mouth wall and to not panic and that she would be revived within 15 minutes…this girl was hangin’ out w/2 (platonic) male friends when the unthinkable happens…her blood sugar drops and she’s out cold. Boy A: Takes the tube of icing from her purse and places the the strip in her mouth as instructed and waits till she’s revived w/ his phone in hand just in case and checks her blood sugar making sure it’s heading towards the right direction or he’ll call 911.Boy B: Had an idea to take advantage of the situation and suggested that the tube of icing would be better revival w/ “his” special blend,his idea was to blend the icing w/his c*m and suggested to boy A that w/her passed out she won’t know what’s going on and to take advantage of such an opportunity! Boy A. responds, “not like this,this is her life” Boy B: She’s like the rest,she thinks like one! Boy A: defends her honor by saying “Thinking is one thing,doing is a different story”. Boy B: responds, well she can easily be converted! Boy B: then critiszises boy A. that he’s gay for not taking advantage of the situation at hand. This was revealed in an arguement after the girl was revived. HOW MANY OF YOU AGREE W/ BOY A. ? HOW MANY OF YOU AGREE W/BOY B. ?HOW MANY OF U WOULD ACTUALLY GIVEN A CHANGE TAKE ADVANTAGE OF A GIRL (who’s sober/drug-free) PASSED OUT DUE TO LOW-BLOOD SUGAR?WOULD U DO THE RIGHT THING ????What’s your point of view ?If you’re a man reading this question,be honest….she really needs to know.

A: A sounds like a good guy, who the h*ll cares if hes not honest. at least hes not taking advantage of her when she unconsious.