Getting off lightly...
To be honest, I'm not very into drugs, or boring drugs stories for that matter, however...

While a fuckwitted student wanker (hard to beleive I know) one day my friends and I decided to make hash cookies. Tesco supplied the cookie mixture, the dodgy Greek in halls supplied the MASSIVE DRUGS (actually not that massive, just laced...). After a little cookery magic, the two have been spliced and tasting may commence. Sharing a plate between four everybody took one to get going. Nom-nom-nom-nom-nom. At this point everyone decides one is enough for now, best not push it and all that. Everyone except me, who completely overlooks the forbidden fruit lurking inside these cookies and scoffs the lot down like the greedy little piglet I still am today.

Around an hour later my best friend starts to feel decidedly odd. Odd in the sense that he's convinced his face isn't real. Much laughter ensues at his expense, especially when he demands to be driven down to the nearest hospital like a complete lightweight, before a thought strikes me... I have eaten rather a lot more than he has... And sooner or later it's going to kick in.

Fast forward half an hour so and we're in the waiting room at Lewisham General and I'm still fine when three things happen simultaneously:

1) The entire hospital tilts at a 45^o angle
2) A man with no head is pushed past in a wheelchair
3) My appointmant comes up

There's only one thing to be done in a situation like this, and that is to not freak out like a wuss and just ride the wave, maaaan. Easier said than done with a pulse more befitting a particularly hyperactive gerbil, but here we go.

The doctor can barely contain his mirth and asks me in the broadest (quite possibly hammed up for effect) patois possible, "Why the hell you wan go EAT it for, huh? Why you can' jus' smoke it like everybody else!?" After a little check over, we are sent, heads hung in shame, back to the student hovel whence we came.

The downside being that while the rest of my mates had sobered up by the end of the night, I was still walking around doing my best Garfield impersonation for another THREE SODDING DAYS, during which time I conclusively proved that no, you don't make better music when stoned, you actually make tedious, unfunny shite that seems hilarious at the time.

As the title suggests though, my lost three days were getting off lightly. My sister did the same thing and discovered the music of Pink Floyd.
( Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Thu 16 Sep 2010, 20:58, 4 replies)

arf!
you're right, he's a nobber!
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 21:10, closed)

While we were summoning a drive to get him to the hospital he went and hid in his bed.
One of my greatest regrets is not carrying out another mate's suggestion of "let's put some Aphex Twin on and stand around the bed going WOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
( Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Thu 16 Sep 2010, 21:14, closed)

you should have
if i'd seen that, i'd have laughed until a bit of wee came out
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 21:16, closed)

Aww man, that would have been AWESOME
I still get little flashbacks from similar when I hear "Polygon Window"
(MrOli is ugly, but in the morning you will be sober, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 21:20, closed)