We had a French friend who used to knock about with our wee clan many years back
Many a happy and spazzed out BBQ was had at weekends where we'd all bring meat, beer, deserts or snacks. Chaps like myself would be satisfied having many several beers but others would indulge in a phamaceutical adventure only rivalled by shamen - Alain fell in to the latter camp, however, on the night in question was abstaining due to a day out planned for the next day. That evening we'd drunk & eaten our fill and Alain was nose down in a bowl of a desert which I'd bought but mischiveously added a special ingredient. The greedy fucker troughed the lot down and a short while later was smashed out of his gourd, hugging every one there and dancing like a loon.

After he'd come down and zonked out we popped him on the sofa confident that the day out with his bird was a sure fire washout. True to our prediction he surfaced about 3pm looking like he belonged in Resident Evil, "Alright Alain?" chirped a knowing soul. "Merde!" he replied in washed out tones "Fucking MDMA or shit in that Angel Delight".

I shrugged in a faux Gallic gesture and quoth "Ah, non. E Mousse."
(SpunkyMcSpunkbubble Diddled your nubbin on, Tue 19 Jan 2010, 22:15, 3 replies)

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(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Tue 19 Jan 2010, 23:58, closed)

oh ffs.
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(tjn whizzing on the electric fence of life, Wed 20 Jan 2010, 0:06, closed)

*spang*

( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Wed 20 Jan 2010, 0:14, closed)