My boss couldn't inhale
and wanted to get stoned so I made him cupcakes from some hash he gave me. What the hell was in that stuff I don't know but I received a terse message from my Dad a few days later to 'call Andy at the shop.' Thinking nothing had happened and he was pissed at me I avoided him until work the next Saturday.

Turns out Andy ate a cake at his mates and a few hours later after deciding nothing was happening went home. Driving along the motorway Andy felt he was going a bit fast and checked his speed. It was 20mph. He somehow managed to get home through a descending veil of paranoia to find his legs stopped working when he got to the front door. Dragging himself through the hallway by his arms he made it into bed only to spend hours 'paralysed' from the waist down fighting off a 6ft teddy bear intent on eating him.

He was genuinely freaked out by the whole experience and completely exhausted the next day. He told me he had dialled 99 several times that night but didn't dial the third 9 as it would be too humiliating to ring an ambulance because he got stoned.
( bland is bland, Sun 19 Sep 2010, 12:38, Reply)