What a proud day for corporate cowboys everywhere. I wonder if they were flying w/ Kenny and GW when the pilots flew too high.

Paris, cuz she's a Corporate Cowgrrrl.

"much less how it aides in making a semiconductor sale when a person has a sudden uncontrollable fascination with their zipper."

Speaking from experience, are we?

That huge sometimes puke inducing rush makes me doubt the effectiveness of any spiked drinks, honestly I think they would be frightened out of their minds by the experience. I think the government is going to have an unpleasant experience with this one it sounds like bullshit to me.

... accusations of kiddie porn or being a member of Al Qaeda?

..drugs are easy to get in prison.

Diversify, diversify diversify... Chips, nips, drugs, thugs, mickey's and quickies... You gotta hand it to him for keeping his folks entertained...

My Zipper is always ready for action.

An icon that is appropriate .

Spiking a drink with XTC needn't involve a dose so high as to be obvious. Just a little is enough for commercial ends, just enough to slightly loosen your inhibitions and cause you to think "gee, that guy next to me is s-u-c-h a warm, friendly, caring human, I think I'll buy chips from him."

Heart in honor of the love drug

Clearly some people have never had their drinks spiked!

I only realised that many years ago I had some E put in a drink wihtout me realising when, years later, I tried it for the 'first' time and realised that I had those warm fuzzy feelings before.

Mind you, the tooth grinding and manic, inane chattering [and noted obsession with random objects] means that I didn't do it again.

That, and the fact that I woke up in the secure car park of a pharmaceuticals company with no idea how I got there. The security guards weren't sure either. They just kindly asked me to leave.

Has to be said [and getting back on topic] what sort of idiot writes invoices for gear? Any fool know that when dabbling in illegal stuff, a paper trail of any kind is a bad, bad thing.

Steven R

Hahahahahahahahahahaha, how funny is this!

This guy is now a hero of mine - I would be awesome to work for someone like that!

Bugger should of gone to that Broadcom seminar the company where tring to book me on. I can just see it now my manager askng me what the conference was like "it was eye popping good, but i'm on a downer now i'm back to work"

Surely El-Regs Playmobil department could provide photographic evidence of these activities. Especially the drugs, and the airplane?

I don't see him getting all pissed when you're 5 mins late back from lunch.

Good ole boy!

Or is there another reason there's a picture of Abba band member Agnetha with this story?

Living proof that you can make a few billion whilst being mashed out of your head.

GTA5

Flying time from Orange County to Lost Wages is about 35 minutes. They smoked up the plane that quickly? Perhaps attempting to recreate an old Cheech and Chong movie.

I bet they mean expense claims, not invoices. And I bet they will be able to prove the sum total of fuck all from them.

The invoices thing sounds believable to me. In the fashion industry it's standard procedure to put drug costs down as money spent on "flowers for the model". I guess the tax man could ask to see receipts, but the assumption is that money supposedly spent on food, drink and flowers is too trivial to care about.

Dude, the air in an aircraft is mostly recycled.

I'm sure the first whiff the pilot got of a substance that would either lose him his license or his ability to sharply control the craft, he donned the mask.

The article in question was probably overdramatizing it.

Founder of Micromuse, and the only person to fatally write off a McLaren F1. While on coke charges. The story that he had two 16-year old girls in the car was apparently apocryphal.

Dunno how they make E over in the states, but I don't recall ever having been obsession with any objects here in the UK apart from those attached to female clubbers...

The most classic side effect I will always remember is an uncontrollable urge to move in time with any rhythmic sound - a bunch of us found ourselves in a friends kitchen 'the morning after' making 'come-down tea' ... and realised we were all bopping to the same rapid but unheard beat. The beat turned out to be the almost subliminal ticking of the clock on the stove!