What would YOU do?

[Scott Campbell]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but haven't you admitted to dealing in the past? I suppose that's not encouraging kids to do drugs either.

[SkinBasket]

You could very well be right. My point was there are countless kids who don't have the opp to turn it around - because they just get high, join a gang, go to prison, work some shitty fast food job, pop out babies, etc. Regardless of your impression of his motives for entering college, you've got to give him credit for being there. And, regardless, maybe Tank's a guy who puts up fronts (how to slack off at work, etc.) - but without ever really meeting him it's all conjecture.

Actually Fosco, we don't have to give him credit for anything. If tank is anything like he pretends to be (and that is all we have to go on afterall), he is a pathetic excuse for a college student - at best.

In fact, there's a good chance that some poor fucking kid who actually wanted to learn something didn't get into that college. Maybe that person had to go work some shitty fast food job and actually work for his future, whereas tank sluffs like an old placenta spending mom and dad's money smoking weed, playing with himself on the internet, and believing he is the pinacle of human knowledge because he repeats whatever his socialist professors in PoliSci 101 and Soc 101 tell him.

In fact, my best friend has been working his ass off for 3 years now to get a premed degree while working one of those shitty fast food jobs you refer to and raising a family (or popping out babies as you say) at the same time. And you would have me believe that this fucking douchebag deserves the same credit as he does? Because he gets high and goes to college, instead of ending up in jail or fucking his cousin? You'll have to excuse me if my reaction is along the lines of whoopty-fucking-do.

I really don't give a shit about Tank. The sad thing is that it looks like not many people in his real life care either if this is where he's at in his life.

[Fosco33]

You could very well be right. My point was there are countless kids who don't have the opp to turn it around - because they just get high, join a gang, go to prison, work some shitty fast food job, pop out babies, etc. Regardless of your impression of his motives for entering college, you've got to give him credit for being there. And, regardless, maybe Tank's a guy who puts up fronts (how to slack off at work, etc.) - but without ever really meeting him it's all conjecture.

Actually Fosco, we don't have to give him credit for anything. If tank is anything like he pretends to be (and that is all we have to go on afterall), he is a pathetic excuse for a college student - at best.

In fact, there's a good chance that some poor fucking kid who actually wanted to learn something didn't get into that college. Maybe that person had to go work some shitty fast food job and actually work for his future, whereas tank sluffs like an old placenta spending mom and dad's money smoking weed, playing with himself on the internet, and believing he is the pinacle of human knowledge because he repeats whatever his socialist professors in PoliSci 101 and Soc 101 tell him.

In fact, my best friend has been working his ass off for 3 years now to get a premed degree while working one of those shitty fast food jobs you refer to and raising a family (or popping out babies as you say) at the same time. And you would have me believe that this fucking douchebag deserves the same credit as he does? Because he gets high and goes to college, instead of ending up in jail or fucking his cousin? You'll have to excuse me if my reaction is along the lines of whoopty-fucking-do.

I really don't give a shit about Tank. The sad thing is that it looks like not many people in his real life care either if this is where he's at in his life.

Good for your best friend. I did the same throughout Madtown, graduated early and worked 80+ hours/week during the summer and paid 100% of every dime of college - and still smoked weed, graduated with high honors and had a blast.

All I'm saying is that it's a personal choice and that - as we both said - you can't really know Tank via his blurbs in an online forum. Everyone thinks college kids are grown-up, until you get out in the real world (pay rent, bills, cars, insurance, deal w/ a real job and face real consequences) - you're just that - a college kid.

[Deputy Nutz]

Tank is the shock Jock of this forum. Spewing bullshit just to see people post. He has been proved wrong a number of times during his crusade against Ted Thomson and his support of Mike Sherman, but yet he still rants.

I thought college students were there to learn how to learn, and adapt their thoughts to new information presented to them? Tank you're not special because you go to college, getting high 6 times a day is not learning from new experiences, it is just what it is, and that is getting stoned. I never knew anyone getting smarter from getting high.

I guess I should have stated my point earlier. Enjoy getting stoned now, because life has this way of dumping responsiblity on you.

You know that pretty girl in your office? Well she just might be a wet dream to you now, but lets say you end up hooking up with her, and you really enjoy being around her, but she doesn't smoke weed? She is ok with the fact that you do it. Great, but then you spend more and more time with her, and you realize that she doesn't like being around you when you are stoned, so you stop smoking and being high around her. So you are not smoking weed regularly anymore because you are spending a hell of a lot of time with her, you actually become a couple, now you only smoke weed one or two days a week when she has to work late or she goes out with her friends. Then you two decide to move in together, and because she has the nicer apartment you move in with her, and she makes a request that you don't smoke weed in the apartment because her parents come over. So now you have to leave your domain to smoke weed. Hell your probably not even buying at this point anymore, your just puffing off your buds, and they are happy to do it because they hardly see you anymore.
Then you all decide that it is time to get married, wedding plans start up and your opinion is required. Oh shit, I forgot one part of this story, you graduate from college, congrats, but now you have to work that robot job everyday, and year round. So keep that in mind. So you have one last final party in the honor of your bachelorhood, you smoke a ton of weed and party all weekend long, you make promises to your buddies that this will never, that life will be a party, but you all see the truth sinking in, this will be one of the few times in the rest of your life where you get to cut loose, marriage brings more responsiblity, but you love this girl, and that is really what matters to you.
So your wedding day comes and passes, and instead of going to Jamiaca for your honeymoon, you go to France the most romantic country on the planet. You have wild passionate sex many times.
You come back to the states, work your robot job, and then save for the house in that nice neighborhood with the white pickett fence, so you have very little money to spend on crazy nights filled with weed and beer. Instead you have a joint savings account that is monitored very closely by your lovely wife. Guess what, you qualify for that home loan and that house is all yours, and you realize that the mortgage payment really sucks, but you are making do working that extra 15 hours a week. Your wife is happy and that is what is important.
Now she has a little suprise for you, she is pregnant, you're a bit shocked but very happy because she is happy. Now your working 70 hours a week saving for that child of yours. Sometimes late at night you step outside and take a walk around the block and you get a fimilar sent going through your nose, the neighborhood teenagers are smoking a little weed, and the memories come flooding back, but at the same time you realize you gave it all up for your wonderful life of responsibility, and you didn't even know it.
Well the magical day comes and you baby is here, and it is a wonderful little girl, and your a hit with an emotion so strong, you realize that you are her protector for life, and that you will do anything to keep her safe. You have nightmares of when she becomes a teenager and then these social pressures that you fell to in your teenage years come flooding back, and you worry, about her doing drugs and drinking and then it hits you, what happens if she gets too drunk and someone takes advantage of her, and has sex with her. Your mind explodes, and then you are dead from the overload.

[MJZiggy]

if I find out, and like I said, I will have nothing better to do than to hound my kids, so I will find out.

Huh. I never thought of it that way before. I always just worried that I wouldn't find out.

[Anti-Polar Bear]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but haven't you admitted to dealing in the past? I suppose that's not encouraging kids to do drugs either.

I dont deal drugs, campbell. I might sell some to friends once in a while, but most of the time i just let them smoke the stuff for free. I am a mostly a buyer not a dealer.

[Scott Campbell]

I dont deal drugs, campbell. I might sell some to friends once in a while, but most of the time i just let them smoke the stuff for free. I am a mostly a buyer not a dealer.

Fair enough. I stand corrected.

[retailguy]

Nice reply, Nutz. That is exactly how I feel raising two little girls. APB wouldn't last five minutes in my house, and I'm confident that the "pretty" girl he works with has a father who'll boot his ass out in short order. Hopefully he's already raised his daughter to be "selective" enough to realize that time spent with Tank is not as worthwhile as time spent with someone else.

Pot smoking liberals don't typically last very long talking with fathers of "pretty" girls. Or "ugly" ones either....

[Oscar]

After reading all the post and reply thing with our beloved Tank..... (By the way....?? What is a liberal?? Does the word constitute a capital L?? I'm a bit confused here... Oh well..) Tank is an interesting internet character and a character is all he will ever be in my book.. Drugs are BAD news! And since Tank is the main " character" In Tank's book of drugs. It will surely have a sad ending...Another wasted education... Maby he will have a blog about his days in rehab.

[Bretsky]

you're going to be a terrible parent. You won't have to experience it if you don't want to. Many people don't.

I've drank my share, but have never tried weed in my life. Had a lot of second hand smoke from it though when friends were doing it.

[Fosco33]

Nothing against non drug users (as I really respect you) but in comparing alcohol and weed - no one has ever directly died from smoking too much pot as it's a non lethal drug. Of course, I'm not denying there are folks out there that indirectly died in car wrecks while being high or in other accidents. There are just so many more kids drinking than smoking that it's not a fare comparison, but there are countless young lives lost everyday from drinking/driving.

I hope when I'm a parent that my kids use better judgement with D&D that I did. Again, personal choice and moderation...

[Anti-Polar Bear]

I really don't give a shit about Tank.

Let me guess. Jealousy? You were bullied as a kid and now feel the need to feed that anger on others? Please, mr. Stalker, if you don't "really give a shit about Tank" you would just ignore me, as I do you.

[Anti-Polar Bear]

Tank is the shock Jock of this forum. Spewing bullshit just to see people post. He has been proved wrong a number of times during his crusade against Ted Thomson and his support of Mike Sherman, but yet he still rants.

I thought college students were there to learn how to learn, and adapt their thoughts to new information presented to them? Tank you're not special because you go to college, getting high 6 times a day is not learning from new experiences, it is just what it is, and that is getting stoned. I never knew anyone getting smarter from getting high.

I guess I should have stated my point earlier. Enjoy getting stoned now, because life has this way of dumping responsiblity on you.

You know that pretty girl in your office? Well she just might be a wet dream to you now, but lets say you end up hooking up with her, and you really enjoy being around her, but she doesn't smoke weed? She is ok with the fact that you do it. Great, but then you spend more and more time with her, and you realize that she doesn't like being around you when you are stoned, so you stop smoking and being high around her. So you are not smoking weed regularly anymore because you are spending a hell of a lot of time with her, you actually become a couple, now you only smoke weed one or two days a week when she has to work late or she goes out with her friends. Then you two decide to move in together, and because she has the nicer apartment you move in with her, and she makes a request that you don't smoke weed in the apartment because her parents come over. So now you have to leave your domain to smoke weed. Hell your probably not even buying at this point anymore, your just puffing off your buds, and they are happy to do it because they hardly see you anymore.
Then you all decide that it is time to get married, wedding plans start up and your opinion is required. Oh shit, I forgot one part of this story, you graduate from college, congrats, but now you have to work that robot job everyday, and year round. So keep that in mind. So you have one last final party in the honor of your bachelorhood, you smoke a ton of weed and party all weekend long, you make promises to your buddies that this will never, that life will be a party, but you all see the truth sinking in, this will be one of the few times in the rest of your life where you get to cut loose, marriage brings more responsiblity, but you love this girl, and that is really what matters to you.
So your wedding day comes and passes, and instead of going to Jamiaca for your honeymoon, you go to France the most romantic country on the planet. You have wild passionate sex many times.
You come back to the states, work your robot job, and then save for the house in that nice neighborhood with the white pickett fence, so you have very little money to spend on crazy nights filled with weed and beer. Instead you have a joint savings account that is monitored very closely by your lovely wife. Guess what, you qualify for that home loan and that house is all yours, and you realize that the mortgage payment really sucks, but you are making do working that extra 15 hours a week. Your wife is happy and that is what is important.
Now she has a little suprise for you, she is pregnant, you're a bit shocked but very happy because she is happy. Now your working 70 hours a week saving for that child of yours. Sometimes late at night you step outside and take a walk around the block and you get a fimilar sent going through your nose, the neighborhood teenagers are smoking a little weed, and the memories come flooding back, but at the same time you realize you gave it all up for your wonderful life of responsibility, and you didn't even know it.
Well the magical day comes and you baby is here, and it is a wonderful little girl, and your a hit with an emotion so strong, you realize that you are her protector for life, and that you will do anything to keep her safe. You have nightmares of when she becomes a teenager and then these social pressures that you fell to in your teenage years come flooding back, and you worry, about her doing drugs and drinking and then it hits you, what happens if she gets too drunk and someone takes advantage of her, and has sex with her. Your mind explodes, and then you are dead from the overload.

Had to force myself to read the above post, and therefore it took me this long to replay, but Nutz, you sound just like me father.

Thanks for the littel lecture, nut roll. When I am thinking about getting married, i will come back and read this again. Perhaps I will even mail you a thank you letter one day. But I am not looking to get married soon, perhaps not until 2014?

Anyway, I am sure if you keep your eyes on your daughter 24 hours a day for the rest of her life, she will remain innocent forever. I am sure she will hate it but hey, you are her father. Anyway, it aint me problem so i dont worry about it.

Best regards and best of luck on your persuit of keeping your daughter innocent,

Tank

[SkinBasket]

I really don't give a shit about Tank.

Let me guess. Jealousy? You were bullied as a kid and now feel the need to feed that anger on others? Please, mr. Stalker, if you don't "really give a shit about Tank" you would just ignore me, as I do you.

I thought you didn't read my posts since they seem to present too much of a problem to your insulated and self-mastrubatory "thought" process.

I give a shit about you talking stupid about kids trying cocain - to kids, not you as a person. Please don't get the two confused.

If you are as linear and retarded (a feat in and of itself) as you've taken the time to painstakingly present yourself, then there really isn't much to care about.

[GrnBay007]

Hmmm.....maybe my idea to post "what would you do" human interest polls was not a good idea.

It was interesting to read all the different views though.



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