Similar -When 17/18, my mate and I built a skateboard ramp and ran it as a sort of business. (Really, he did it all, and a few of us basked in the reflected glory, but hey).
Anyway, we used to have a rota for opening up this warehouse on a Saturday afternoon, and 'supervising' the kids. For supervising read 'encouraging to try ever more dangerous and stupid tricks'.
One Saturday, it was my turn. The ramp was supposed to be open at 3pm, but round about 12pm, a few of my other friends offered my some shrooms of the magic variety, and we merrily brewed in the region of 300 each. Which is a lot.
About 2pm, somehow I remembered that I had to open these ramps, and it became my mission to remember to do it. However, the problem was that I didn't have the key, my mate Tommy (the one who *really* built it) had the key. But where to find Tommy?
In my Hallucinogenic Wisdom, after phoning his mum (which was fiucking wierd on shrooms) and him not being there, I decided to go to my folks house, to see if he had dropped the key off there.
Heavily tripping, I walked into the house and greeted my combined family, who were sitting down to a family meal at the time, with the following:
take a deep breathHave you seen Tommy?Has Tommy Phoned? I need to see Tommy, he's got the keys! Have *you* got the keys? I need to see Tommy... has Tommy phoned? Has Tommy phoned? No, I guess he probably hasn't. Right I'd best go try to find him. See you later. Bye!release breath, and leave the house rapidly
I left the house and me and my mates literally ran away. To the safety of the skateboard ramp warehouse, where we found Tommy sitting there supervising the ramp. When he realised I didn't have the key, he'd decided to open up himself, since that's where he probably would have spent Saturday anyway.
My parents thought I'd just been drinking, and I've never sought to disillusion them. It's a great druggy story down the pub, though!
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Thu 27 Nov 2003, 13:01,
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Anyway, we used to have a rota for opening up this warehouse on a Saturday afternoon, and 'supervising' the kids. For supervising read 'encouraging to try ever more dangerous and stupid tricks'.
One Saturday, it was my turn. The ramp was supposed to be open at 3pm, but round about 12pm, a few of my other friends offered my some shrooms of the magic variety, and we merrily brewed in the region of 300 each. Which is a lot.
About 2pm, somehow I remembered that I had to open these ramps, and it became my mission to remember to do it. However, the problem was that I didn't have the key, my mate Tommy (the one who *really* built it) had the key. But where to find Tommy?
In my Hallucinogenic Wisdom, after phoning his mum (which was fiucking wierd on shrooms) and him not being there, I decided to go to my folks house, to see if he had dropped the key off there.
Heavily tripping, I walked into the house and greeted my combined family, who were sitting down to a family meal at the time, with the following:
take a deep breathHave you seen Tommy?Has Tommy Phoned? I need to see Tommy, he's got the keys! Have *you* got the keys? I need to see Tommy... has Tommy phoned? Has Tommy phoned? No, I guess he probably hasn't. Right I'd best go try to find him. See you later. Bye!release breath, and leave the house rapidly
I left the house and me and my mates literally ran away. To the safety of the skateboard ramp warehouse, where we found Tommy sitting there supervising the ramp. When he realised I didn't have the key, he'd decided to open up himself, since that's where he probably would have spent Saturday anyway.
My parents thought I'd just been drinking, and I've never sought to disillusion them. It's a great druggy story down the pub, though!
Another similar story...Me and the missus double dropped some snowflakes (back in good ol' 96) and were happily tripping our tits off. We went to her house to watch telly etc. Shortly after we arrived her mum came home, walked through the front door and said hello. Then another version of her mum walked in and stood next to her mum, and again said hello. I got up screamed and ran full pelt into the french windows at the other end of the room. Got up off the floor then ran past the two versions of her mum through the front door and off down the road.
Turns out it was her mum and very similar looking aunt.
bumsocks.
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Mon 1 Dec 2003, 10:19,
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Turns out it was her mum and very similar looking aunt.
bumsocks.