It's Time Again for Stoid!

If Google ceased to exist, would Stoid vanish?

Does she exists as anything other than a ‘page-o-google-hits-which-prove-I’m-right’?

It’s a strange world wherein the bum doing odd-jobs for a few bucks has a script for Xanax.
Remember: she only ‘loaned’ him the pills because "His script had run out!

Is this the point where Rod Serling’s voice cuts in to welcome us to “The Twilight Zone”?

'cause, in my world, the guys standing around Home Depot generally are not on their way to pick up psychotropic drugs.

Oh - ** Stoid** -

If you feel put upon in your present location, you can try Beattyville KY.

They have lots of Oxycontin floating around!
And the cost of living is dirt cheap!

(For the rest of us: that link is a powerful story of life gone way downhill)

Oh, I had intended to thank you, usedtobe, for earlier explaining your passion around this topic. And that is not snark, just a true statement. I often find myself baffled by people’s intense reactions to things and I always appreciate clarity, which you have provided and which I appreciate.

Thank you.

No, I think we all know what nasty means.

Your error seems to be in understanding the difference between “to” and “about”.

You stated that I was “nasty to the vet”. “To” is a hardworking word, covering a lot of territory, but the way it operates in your sentence is pretty clear:

Now you are explaining that the word you actually meant to use was “about”:

Got it.

I don’t see the cut and paste thing as proving anything about anything.

The casual admission of prescription pill sharing and the response it has received I get, and it was first revealed to me in the linked thread.

I am of a generation, a time, and a geographical location that have together made it completely unremarkable for me to “pill share” as you call it. I do not know a single person who would find it in any respect shocking or concerning to loan/give a couple of Xanax. I don’t know a single person who would find it the slightest bit shocking or concerning to give, ask for, or receive a couple of Vicodin to someone who is in pain. The first thing one close friend did when Zusje died was put a dozen klonipin in the mail to me, unasked. (11 of which are still sitting in a drawer, by the way, the 12th having been taken to help me sleep after being split in two. That’s how big a drug abuser I am.)

While there was plenty of drug use and abuse among people I knew when we were kids and in our early 20’s, no one now has any issues with drug abuse, except the wife of one friend, who happens to be an alcoholic.

Because this is the world I live in, it never even crossed my mind to imagine that people would react as some have around here, and I was stunned the first time they did. I shared it with a few of my friends who were equally stunned. We were reminded that the world is made up of a wide range of people and experiences, and ours as now-middle-aged hippies growing up in Hollywood is maybe not universally shared.

Nope, that’s not the problem. The issue is that when you couldn’t get the drugs you demanded, you demonized the vet.

Have to agree (except the part about growing up in Hollywood). Prescription drugs are shared as needed around my neck of the woods as well. Nowadays it’s just between myself and close relatives, but back in the day it was between friends as well.

Panadeine Forte (Vicodin??) are prescribed post-op and for severe pain, but often half the packet is leftover for future use. It’s great for sharing with those who have acute backpain or headaches that aren’t relieved by OTC meds.

Valium similarly is shared around the family for muscular spasms and/or beating insomnia for those nights when sleep is impossible.

Thing is, there’s often a packet of either med hanging around the house for a year or more before being used. But it’s there as needed, and it’s shared around with those who have not necessarily been prescribed that med.

I don’t know what world most of you live in where taking a pill of such a generic kind is verboten. Sure…I’m not about to pop an anti-psychotic pill for recreational purposes, nor will I share a specific med like a blood-pressure or diuretic…that’s just dumb.

But an analgesic or a relaxant?

:dubious:

And that is why you fail.

Fail at what?

I guess you and your friends are completely unaware that the USPS does have law enforcement agents who, of course, can arrest people for such things as sending illegal drugs through the mails.

By the way, are you a licensed medical professional permitted by law to prescribe and dispense controlled substances?

They can arrest you for sending legal drugs through the mail, too, since that’s illegal.

Nice to know that you are an informed drug dealer.

You really don’t comprehend the concept of what’s legal and what’s not, do you? If you are licensed to send pharmaceuticals through the mails, then, of course, it’s legal for you to send same thus to a pharmacy which requires it or to an individual who has a legal prescription for that pharmaceutical.

More like an “aware of it but doesn’t really believe it” drug abuser/dealer. I’m finding myself thinking that the only thing that will cause Stoid to actually learn anything about her shall we say cavalier approach to certain laws is actual incarceration. But, then, being Stoid, she probably still wouldn’t learn. As it is, this attitude towards the law is kind of amusing given her earlier rant about a judge she believed was not following the law. (By the way, did you notice the name of the drug her “friend” mailed to her illegally? Nah, that one’s not known whatsoever as an abused drug. No sirree. :rolleyes:)

I find it kind of weird that there are people who have so many prescription meds lying around that they’re happy doling out their supply. Every one I know who has a few Vicodin or Klonopin left over hangs onto them like grim death.

Dude, she knows more about the law than most lawyers… hell, she knows more than some judges!

It kinda raises the question of which bespeaks a possible “problem”, if either do at all: folks who have extra because they only took what what genuinely needed, or folks who are so enamored of the them that they hoard them like grim death? Or maybe its just evidence of the two schools of thought and how it plays out in each social circle; the folks who share don’t feel the need to hoard because they know others will share if they are in need, and the folks who hoard know that no one will supply them if they have a need.

So why didn’t you just get some Valium from your lawn boy and squirt it up the dog’s ass?

Regards,
Shodan

In space, no one can hear you squirt Valium up a dog’s ass.

Can confirm.

Levitating her X-wing, I think.