I'll start with a convo and a event. Guy 1: Do you have any experience in Asia? Guy 2: Not really… Well, I lived in Vancouver for a little bit. Guy 1: ? Guy 2: Oh, ASIA! I thought you said “smoking potâ€. Event Sleeping in a abandoned house stoned was insanely trippy. I was constantly fucking with my friends.
We weren't stoned (usually very drunk) but I've explored many derelict buildings with a mate of mine. Always good fun, though not particularly safe, especially when wasted.
Love the Maus avatar, not so much the thread. Except when a friend of mine told this long, drawn-out ridiculous story about some argument he had with his brother's friend, finishing the tale with "oh, yeah - and we were BLAZED" to put it into perspective.
I did actually discover the meaning to life, the universe and everything whilst absolutely off my nuts on MDMA a few times. Trouble is, after several hours of bouncing around to banging techno and coming down with a fair few Stellas and joints, no-one could never remember the ultimate conclusion we all came to.
We were in Liverpool, discussing in the kitchen having the munchies with a couple of friends and then all of a sudden one of them exclaims: "Look outside the window! The seagulls are fucking!"
That sounds like the sort of shit a pissed scoucer would say :lol: Aparently when i was sleeping after a night of heavy drinking i shouted out " DON'T FUCK THE CARROT!". How true this is I don't know but my friends insist that it's true.
I have about a million stories but none of them are short, by any stretch. The one I'll never forget involved a several car smash down, as everyone was hauling ass dumping alcohol out on the street b/c we thought a cop was coming (it was a cab). Whoops. There was all sorts of shenanigans leading up to and following, but I eventually found the rave (yes, this was the 90's) and enjoyed the rest of the morning. -------- Car breaking down in the middle of nowhere on acid was... interesting.
And this is why I have my trusty Moleskine notebook :thumbsup: Oh, by the way, we figured it out too. And no, it's not 42. ----- You know those kindergarten games where you read your names backwards? We had a 20 minute laugh when we did this stoned, shit wasn't even that funny, but apparently my middle name backwards kinda resembles a Digimon's name. Because of the French spelling, otherwise it would be boring when read backwards.
One of my scariest moments on acid happened when my friend was driving me through the country, after taking a corner a little too fast and almost crashing he laughed and said "This is just like Gran Turismo". Later that night we were driving through town when he suddenly slammed on the brakes, after I asked him what the fuck was going on he pointed to a red light about 50 meters up the road. Can't believe some of the stupid shit we used to get up to, Drugs and cars don't mix well.
I don't do anything more than drink. I can't handle not being in control of myself. I don't even like being around people who are all crazy. It's like the people I know aren't there anymore.
That's the truth. On the way back from a rave (located many miles away from civilisation, really the middle of nowhere in rural Wales) on my 18th birthday I was in a car that nearly went off a cliff edge, I was so wrecked myself that I hadn't realise the driver was still off his nut on pills. Never again.
Ridding with a friend, stop light up ahead friend: Red, Red , Red, stop, stop, stop. friend: Green,Green,Green, go, go go (proceeds to sing mario kart song)
I was taking this really dense literary analysis class, and it was online only. One thursday, I get a panic attack - Oh, Fuck! I didn't turn in the paper! FUCCCKK!, it was due on Monday! Fuuucck - and check to see if there's any way I can do something to recover my grade, at least a few points. When I logged into the system, I found I already had feedback for the paper I had handed in on Sunday, at about 3 AM. (I had gotten catastrophically stoned that saturday) I got a pretty decent grade, too, considering I didn't even remember reading the material.
