It's not me, it's the drugs talking
They make you do stupid stuff and say stupid stuff. Drugs ROCK! Old-time B3ta person Fraser says, "I remember turning to a flatmate once, after getting stoned and sitting through an episode of Casualty, and proclaiming "Wow! Those actors are *so* talented!". And really meaning it."
What do you regret doing under the influence?
( , Thu 15 Dec 2005, 11:19)
They make you do stupid stuff and say stupid stuff. Drugs ROCK! Old-time B3ta person Fraser says, "I remember turning to a flatmate once, after getting stoned and sitting through an episode of Casualty, and proclaiming "Wow! Those actors are *so* talented!". And really meaning it."
What do you regret doing under the influence?
( , Thu 15 Dec 2005, 11:19)
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Friend becomes taxi-man
A friend rings me relatively early on in the night and all he can hear is me shouting at a bunch of scumbags, then shouting at him to get here quick and meet me at the nearest Abrakebabra (Dublin kebab chain). No drugs taken, but I've been drinking for hours and am clearly off me nuts.
For my safety, he agrees to come pick me up.
When he arrives he calls again, and I proceed to abuse him down the phone for not having a kebab ready and waiting, even though I've been at Abra for nigh on 15 minutes.
After much negotiation, I get in the passenger seat so he can drive me home. After 5 minutes of a 15-minute journey, I've completely forgotten who my friend is and assume I'm in a taxi, so I start giving him directions back to my house.
He plays along, trying to take lots of wrong turns and laughing hysterically. When we reach my house, I ask 'Right, what's the damage, mate?' and he responds by pointing at the clock on the dashboard, saying: 'That'll be 11.47, pal.'
I pat my pockets, look with deepest honesty into his eyes and say 'I'm going to have to owe you that, alright?' I try to make my escape via the back seat, and in doing so, become wedged in the gap between the driver and passenger seats with my drunken arse pointing forwards.
( , Mon 19 Dec 2005, 11:21, Reply)
A friend rings me relatively early on in the night and all he can hear is me shouting at a bunch of scumbags, then shouting at him to get here quick and meet me at the nearest Abrakebabra (Dublin kebab chain). No drugs taken, but I've been drinking for hours and am clearly off me nuts.
For my safety, he agrees to come pick me up.
When he arrives he calls again, and I proceed to abuse him down the phone for not having a kebab ready and waiting, even though I've been at Abra for nigh on 15 minutes.
After much negotiation, I get in the passenger seat so he can drive me home. After 5 minutes of a 15-minute journey, I've completely forgotten who my friend is and assume I'm in a taxi, so I start giving him directions back to my house.
He plays along, trying to take lots of wrong turns and laughing hysterically. When we reach my house, I ask 'Right, what's the damage, mate?' and he responds by pointing at the clock on the dashboard, saying: 'That'll be 11.47, pal.'
I pat my pockets, look with deepest honesty into his eyes and say 'I'm going to have to owe you that, alright?' I try to make my escape via the back seat, and in doing so, become wedged in the gap between the driver and passenger seats with my drunken arse pointing forwards.
( , Mon 19 Dec 2005, 11:21, Reply)
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