New game: "Six degrees of doing angel dust with a teenaged Helen Hunt"

Okay...here's how it works:

You say anything in this thread, and I will manage to somehow smoothly incorporate a story about doing angel dust with a teenaged Helen Hunt within six replies.

If I can't do it, I'll buy you a pizza.

Okay... START!

(on edit: not a deluxe pizza. Three topping max, including cheese)

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I remember a young Paul Reiser saying the exact thing to me once. He and I were snorting angel dust with Helen Hunt on the roof of our highscool gym. It was our senior year, and we all had our lives laid out "in front" of ourselves, in an unwritten book.

Suddenly, Helen Hunt jumped up and leapt from the roof, to her death.

We named the "Mad About You" production company "In Front", in her memory.

edit spelling!

Which was pretty odd, because it was when we were still in high school, presumably years before Helen would meet Lureen.

Primarily sunflowers, and equating the luminosity of a the real sun to the luminosity of the reflection of sunflower petals.

Naturally.

...most flowers are a source of pollen.

One day, in grade eleven biology class, we were doing a unit on asexual reproduction, and examining pollen through microscopes. Because of budget cutbacks at the municipal level, the school wasn't able to replace many of the opd, broken microscopes, so we had to share them; one microscope for every two students.

I was randomly assigned to share a microscope with Helen Hunt.

Helen's marks had slid considerably since the previous year, and nobdy knew exactly why, although some of us had our suspicions....

Helen said to me, in a soft whisper, "hey, I've got some bery special pollen with me right now...I wonder what it looke slike under the microscope".

She produced a tiny silver square from the pocket of her hipster jeans...it turned out to be a Wrigley's gum foil, folder over a few times, and containing a small amount of a white powder wich was, I admit, very pollen-like in appearence.

Helen continued, in her hushed tone, "It's late, so get to the point", and told me to sniff some of the powder, which turned out to be angel dust, up my nose.

I did, and she joined me.

The end.

...By God, this engine is in great shape! so what if you putter along at 20mph on the freeway going uphill! (like in real life I'm planning to do Friday)

She was completely fixated on her own reflection in the windshield. I think it was an effect of all the angel dust we'd been doing that afternoon, when we cut Woodshop.

Must sleep...big day tomorrow.

just doing helen hunt? who cares about the dust?

Doing her is implied. She gets jiggy when she's on that dust. Especially when her teenage hormones were abundant!

That depends on what your definition of "in" is, seeing as we usually cut that class to go snort dust in Mr. Malken's autoshop parking lot, remember?

Do you think peace in the middle east is attainable?

...those were the days; long hot Ontario summers, Junior B hockey, the ol' rope swing at Navy Hall...

...and of course, huffing angel dust with Helen Hunt.

"When I was seventeen, it was a very good year,
it was a very good year for sniffing dust with future sitcom stars,
Like Helen Hunt who later won an Oscar or two,
And dabbled in a little glue,
When I was seventeen..."

little ditty is a good touch

...that when she was a teenager, Helen Hunt was a volunteer at the Shady Acres Retirement Community? She helped dserve dinners on the fourth floor every other wednesday and friday until she was seventeen.

She started running with a tough crowd at that point, and all of a sudden, the kindly old pensioners who so adored her and her cornfed good nature didn't see to much o f her anymore...and they were sad.

The sad truth is, that by the time she was seventeen, her love for all the things she used to hold so dear; her doll collection, her figureskating classes, her tropical fish, her volunteer work, took a back seat to the angel dust which she needed flowing through her veins nearly all her time awake.

What do you think or proportional representation?

Actually, I'm amazed at how active she is in her community. She's come a long way since the dark days of hiding in the girls' locker room sniffing angel dust. We all thought she was a lost cause, back then.

CanuckAmok, I'm Mad About You.

Paul Reiser played the evil company man in "Aliens". HR Geiger designed the Alien, you know.

Geiger also did several posters for events held by the Swiss chapter of the Hells Angels Motorcycle Club.

Hells Angels is an anagram for Helen L. Slags, which is the pseudonym Helen Hunt used when she was busted for possesion of a controlled substance (angel dust), in 1980. She'd been doing it since grade 10.

However, Mr. Bubble was also used in the childhood home of a certain Helen Hunt.

hen she got a little older, and started doing angel dust, she used to hide it in an old bottle of Mr. Bubble, so her parents wouldn't find it.

One day, her mom cleaned out the bathroom, and threw away the apparently empty bottle, and Helen FREAKED when she got home.

But she still managed to get some angel dust that night, and we all did some.

...but when she was younger, she was the life of any bathtub party...because she could always be counted upon to bring the angel dust!

"I hope you brought enough for everybody, Helen!", we'd say, and we'd all laugh and laugh...

but to each her own.

To reduce the cost of water consumption in her family home.

Less $ spent on water = more $$ spent on angel dust!

..."bridge" was user-code for angel dust.

And that was your grandmother? She was hot!

Unfortunately she received posthumously.

Of course you know she lept to her death while under the influence of angel dust, when we were seventeen.

You should never, ever do that on a roof.

That's the bill we're trying to push as "Helen's Law", in her memory.

Think about it.

or watch this:

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/mockingbird.php

this book report credits Anthony Scodary and Nico Benitez as the authors, but there's no denying the telltale writing style of a hepped-up on dust Helen Hunt, during her formative years...

Do you want to go to Chapters and grab a coffee?

...Id rather go to that idling time maching over there, and grab an angel dust with a seventeen year old Helen Hunt!

You cad!

SMASH!

Actually, it didn't work on Helen Hunt, because she has developed a nearly superhuman tolerance to angel dust. She's been doing it since her teens, you know.

And don't you tbink it was odd that they could make a radio and an internal combustion engine out of coconuts and vines, but they didn't have the technology to help Helen Hunt quit her addiction to angel dust?

Oh, sure...now you're going to start with the "she has to want to quit" stuff... well, when we were teens, Helen and I, we didn't want to live forever, okay?

When I was tripping on angel dust with Helen Hunt, back in the day, Scrappy and the Smurfs were more like the end of the beginning.

We had hope, back then.

Hope and angel dust.

with the seventeen year old Helen Hunt snorting Angel Dust. And I thought it was LSD, not Angel Dust. Didn't she jumped through a plate glass window, not off a bridge?

All we did after school was snort angel dust with Helen Hunt, and she could snort us all under the table.

Plate glass window? Bridge? That's just nuts.

:hippie:

Ask yourself "is Helen Hunt with CanuckAmok right now?".

The answer is, of course not. She's an Acadamy Award winning celebrity, and I'm some schmoe in Canada. Why the hell would she be here. Are you bats?

And why on earth would I do angel dust without Helen Hunt? And, for the love of god,man, we're not in highschool anymore!

:eyes:

"When on board H.M.S. Beagle, as naturalist, I was much struck with certain facts in the distribution of the inhabitants of South America, and in the geological relations of the present to the past inhabitants of that continent"

Helen Hunt told me, a long time ago.

Did I stump you? Where's my pizza?

that it's really easy. It's not like having to rig up some sort of automated air-actuated valve equipped device to frebase or carburate the drug. You just huff it up your nose. And if you're a teenager, you look good doing it!

Why?

teenaged Helen Hunt broke into your pad, stole your VCR, pawned it, took the money and bought enough dust to keep herself fixed, and sold the rest to repay the pawn fee. The pawn shop guy dropped it when he was handing it back to her, but she didn;t care--she was buzzed!

She broeke back into your place and replace the vcr, but the autoreset got fucked up when it was dropped.

from you? You're a wiley devil.

...not to be confused with Wile E. Coyote, Super Genius.

Speaking of Warner Brothers, "In Front" productions was absorbed into WEA sometime in 1997. That means that, technically, Helen Hunt could have been forced to undergo WEA's corporate employee drug-testing policy. She may have passed, but a sophisitcated enough test would have indicated that she did alot of angel dust when she was a teenager.

c'mon...

Helen Hunt's family home was this really nice colonial house, painted white. We used to go there and snort angel dust in the rumpus room with her.

That Helen, she's a trip!