Legless et al.
Oh come on, he laughed it off, he knew what to expect (ish - he got told that it wasn't coke, and advised what it might have been, I wasn't 100% myself), had a good night anyway and learned a valuable lesson - never take anything if you can't be certain or don't ask what it is. I never drugged him, he racked the line up, he put it through his mucus membranes, all I did was neglect to tell him what it was until just after he'd had it.

I'd never drug anyone. About 18 months ago one of my best mates died of an overdose - he was a heroin addict (good lad though, very intelligent - 'twas a shame to see him waste the talent he had), and somewhat of a heavy drinker, we went to a club, he's smacked out of his eyeballs and drinking, then some absolute cunt slipped him (according to the toxicology scan anyway) GHB. He just stopped breathing.

I miss you Jake. I'll avenge you, one way or another. And to the twat who spiked you - I'll find you, you top quality, A-Grade wanker.
(hypnoticme is an anarcho-syndicalist commune, Thu 20 Dec 2007, 11:14, Reply)