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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The first time we did mushrooms......
We really didn't know what was going to happen. But my mate was convinced that she has pissed herself, and needed to borrow some clean trousers. She hadn't, and wouldn't believe me that she had not pissed herself. I couldn't work out why I was a short little white girl, rather than a big tall amazonian type black woman. We both turned into tartan, and danced a little jig. Kurt Cobain's spirit had taken residence in my wardrobe, and we had a little chat with him. And my brother's phone was a little white mouse in his pocket, that scrambled up his shirt and sat on his head.
Then it just went really weird. Weird and scary. We were convinced that we were being taken over by the bad evil stoned us, and that we had to fight, so we could go to work the next day. There was also some mention that we were not in fact in a house. But a box decorated like the living room flying about in space. And that the dog barking outside was not there, but it was a recording that THEY were playing through the wall to make it seem like we were in a house.
After some grub we came down, and were deeply embarrassed.
( , Wed 21 Dec 2005, 8:41, Reply)
We really didn't know what was going to happen. But my mate was convinced that she has pissed herself, and needed to borrow some clean trousers. She hadn't, and wouldn't believe me that she had not pissed herself. I couldn't work out why I was a short little white girl, rather than a big tall amazonian type black woman. We both turned into tartan, and danced a little jig. Kurt Cobain's spirit had taken residence in my wardrobe, and we had a little chat with him. And my brother's phone was a little white mouse in his pocket, that scrambled up his shirt and sat on his head.
Then it just went really weird. Weird and scary. We were convinced that we were being taken over by the bad evil stoned us, and that we had to fight, so we could go to work the next day. There was also some mention that we were not in fact in a house. But a box decorated like the living room flying about in space. And that the dog barking outside was not there, but it was a recording that THEY were playing through the wall to make it seem like we were in a house.
After some grub we came down, and were deeply embarrassed.
( , Wed 21 Dec 2005, 8:41, Reply)
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