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They make you do stupid stuff and say stupid stuff. Drugs ROCK! Old-time B3ta person Fraser says, "I remember turning to a flatmate once, after getting stoned and sitting through an episode of Casualty, and proclaiming "Wow! Those actors are *so* talented!". And really meaning it."

What do you regret doing under the influence?

(, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 11:19)
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DJ. Hoopz?

drugs are bad.........
(, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 12:21, Reply)
Cock and Bull (Thread Hijack)
I agree with the consensus below about hallucinations from smoking weed - I've done my lion's share of various substances and I do have to say have been extremely lucky to 1. have survived extremely inadvisable situations when out of your mash with my mind and/or body intact (peaking on Acid at the Apex of Alton Tower's Nemesis was a particularly good/bad moment)and 2. Never had a bad trip.

I have smoked and smoked weed through bongs, chillums, hot-knives, pipes, spliffs, eaten the stuff, cooked with it, drunk canabis vodka and had it in solid, bud and oil forms - I have never tripped out, ever. The only effects it produces for me, is the ability to rant at the television, start laughing uncontrolably at things I suddenly think are funny, eat far too much junk food, suddenly decide that it's ok to cook a slap up feast at 3am, post bong drooling like a St. Bernard infront of a steak, being wrestled to the floor by Captain Gravity and held there indefinitely until the evil wrong doing I have imbibed has left my head, and throwing a whitey and chucking my ring up if I've had a few too many beers before smoking a joint.

No-one I know of trips or hallucinates when smoking weed - including the Amsterdam visit where in the Coin we bonged Nepalese Temple Balls and smoked pure bud joints to "even out" the dope/bud high and lows - much to the owner shaking his head in disbelief at the state we got ourselves in.

Of course different substances effect different people in different ways - so maybe the shandy-handbag-half-pint-puffs who try to big up their street cred to their mates through making stuff up or not wanting to look stupid in front of someone saying "whoa this shit is strong - look at that penguin" - maybe they do see stuff - after-all, look at the arses they got into a "space-shuttle" on Channel 4.

But please remember not all drugs are good - some of them are fucking amazing!

Peace, and a Happy Christmas to one and all!
(, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 12:19, Reply)
Sunday opening
Xmas 1999 - "Our Price" record shop -late night/sunday opening was a new thing, which we all agreed would never catch on...

So to avoid arguments as to who would have the easiest full day's pay in their life for a 1/2 days work, management divvied the shifts up - mine was Sunday afternoon.

I prepared for my perceived paid day of rest I planned drinking tea, listening to music and smoking tabs out back by spending a large portion of the morning in the bath, drinking tea, listening to music and smoked a couple of rather too skunk-heavy spliffs.

Walked into the shop from the stock room into absolute bedlam, 4or5 deep at the counter of desperate shoppers, managers having a full-blown argument with a law student about the returns policy, the rest of the morning shift have been run ragged all day.
My happy, carefree and very stoned existance crumbles as I foolishly ask "whose next?" - a forest of grubby mitts stretch out towards me clutching their empty cd cases waiting to be filled.

So I take the nearest cd case, spend an absolute age trying to find a live copy before ringing it through the till then turn to discover that I've completely forgotten who's disc it is, sort that out, take their card ring that through then forget whose card it was etc etc for several hours.

It was hell - couldn't wait to get home and have a bifter.
(, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 12:13, Reply)
not much shame involved, but its a great story
me and my little bro like to partake in the smoking of some weed occasionally. we are both still at home, so we normally do it after the folks have gone to bed and sneak down the back (we have a fair bit of bushland out the back of our place).

Anyway... Cue me and my brother smoking it up. After a few cones each we hear what sounds like someone crashing through the pitch black bush, coming closer to us at quite a pace. We begin to shit ourselves, with some paranoia kicking in. The sound stops momentarily, before coming a little closer still. only when it is around 5-10m away do we see what it is... a FUCKING WALLABY*!

The funny thing is, this wallaby must have been only 25m away... The whole time (~45 mins). Watching us.

Even after we knew what it was we were too paranoid to move. We thought it would come over and try to bash us for some reason, even though they are completely harmless.

The night got better though... I had to watch the intro to "the life of brian" a few times, as the stars appeared to come out of the TV slightly, making them look 3D. Was fantastic!

*Basically its a small kangaroo.
(, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 11:50, Reply)
This week, I have mostly been reading made up posts..
I too think that there is some “cock and bull” on here. When I offered my mate a perfectly rolled spliff for his first ever try, he lit the damn thing at the wrong end.

Now that’s the kind of thing that usually happens when taking drugs for the first time…
(, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 11:04, Reply)
seeing things
To monkey boy and that bloke.

Its not like proper hallucinations with me, its more of an imagination taking over type of thing.

I've only ever experienced it a couple of times myself and I guess it depends on the substance / surroundings, but I can assure you, its real enough at the time, like vivid daydreams.

I can't say that everyone else was telling the truth though
(, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 10:49, Reply)
The last time I smoked weed
I was never much of a heavy smoker, but after the last time I quit. I went to a party after work and had a few beers topped off with about three times as much hash as I would normally smoke.

I stumbled off home, stripped off and jumped into bed.

And went sleepwalking.

Well I think I went sleep walking because I woke up at what I assume was about 8.30 am standing outside my *closed* appartment door wearing only boxer shorts and socks, still stoned as a fucker.

No phone ... no keys ... no pants.

I had to walk to a friends house at the other side of town at 8.45 on a monday morning. Half the town was either going to school or work, and they were greeted with the sight of a mostly naked 6'4" tattooed gentleman strolling through the center of town completley out of his tree.
(, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 10:40, Reply)
Will I be last?
Let's see...

Either way most of the time I have smoked dope I've never had enough to be paranoid (apart from that one time I mentioned earlier when I thought the trees were out to get me).

Thing is though, I still get nicotine rush every time I have a cigarette on an empty stomach. How weak is that?

One last stoner story. Me, four friends, a bag of weed. I start to mess with their heads horribly by starting to giggle at random stuff. Messing with people's heads when you're not as stoned as they are is fun. The trouble is, they returned the favour by getting me even more stoned and then I spent the rest of the evening gazing at posters intently wondering why they appeared to be moving. I was later told I was swaying, very slowly, from side to side.

Or... the time I tried a windmill for the first time. Coughed massively, took a drink of water. With water in mouth, coughed again. Water sprayed all over lightswitch, and a not too amused Irish rugby player from Dublin called Eoin O'Toole. I still laugh about that.

And finally, my idea of a perfect night in. Weed, friends, gamecube, Goldeneye multiplayer. Doesn't get any better than that. Especially when you win!

BTW- Legless, I hope I'm not the one who stole your name- if so, let me know by way of another post on here, and if so, in the spirit of Christmas and me being the nice b3tan I am, I will change it.
(, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 10:34, Reply)
I'm with MonkeyBoy here..
...because like him, I've done a fair bit of weed and LSD over the last 15 years or so and I have never hallucinated in the classic sense. Yeah, things look and sound different to varying degrees, and your perception can shift axis by a wide margin, but seeing things that aren't there? Not once. It's my opinion that people who say that they did have either experienced a psychotic break or are just full of shit.

And the whole '5 dots my first time' thing too - he's right again - take that much LSD on your first try and you'd never be the same again. One of my cousins who actually had more experience with this stuff than I did made a mistake along those lines years ago, and he's been a bit off-kilter ever since. I went through a few 'dots over the years, but more than one-and-a-half in the same session, first time or not, was generally accepted as a really fucking bad idea. On the flipside, numbers of paper trips in one sitting varied, depending on how scrupulous the dealer was :)
(, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 10:28, Reply)
ooooooooh man
I regret getting wasted last night, i also regret not having a new QOTW this morning as my spinning head needs some b3ta therapy

that is all
(, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 10:11, Reply)
I don't believe you!
OK, either I am the unluckiest drug buyer in the world or most of you are talking absolute bollocks.

"the first time I took drugs I dropped five microdots!" I'm sure you did, You probably snorted coke from madonna'a arse crack too!"

Five dots.........ha ha ha. Taxi to the funny farm please!

First time I did halucinigens (or however you spell it) I dropped one blotter and ran around like a loonie for about 8 hours. Seriously mind battering stuff with space/time doing strange things and all that.

Halucinations from weed.........Never and I must have smoked about tonne over the last 15 years!

Come on people. live in the real world. No one believes your "I took 50 microdots and then chased the green pixies into neverland" stories!

Drugs are good. but not that good!
(, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 9:51, Reply)
i once
took so many drugs that i forgot to change the qotw....
(, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 9:33, Reply)
Just remembered one from a few weeks ago.
A bunch of us went to see Eric Burdon and The Animals for a friends birthday - limo laced with booze, the full works.
When we got there, a few of the gang buggered off for a crafty toke in the back of the limo.
After a fucking awesome show and lots of tears during "House of the Rising Sun", we all ended up back in our local off our heads either on booze or pot.

Now, one of our friends lives quite a few miles away, and there was no way in hell was he allowed to drive, so the bartender grabbed his keys. Don, in pissy mood decides to walk hom. One of our sober friends called him so he could give him a ride and the following phone conversation was thus:

"Don, where are you?"
"On a street"
"In Costa Mesa" (our town)
"Are there any landmarks?"
"There's a treeeee"
(, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 6:50, Reply)
Swiss roll apocolypse
Having had a jolly few cakes and other friends smoking what was left we went to see T2 (showing my age here) - good film, then it was off to Beachy Head overlooking eastbourne. Cue friend eating lcd laced swiss-roll and tripping beautifully later running around saying that Eastbourne was getting nuked.
Oh how we can only wish.....
(, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 6:31, Reply)
the usual tripe.
Got stoned. Dry mouth. Went to off licence. Looked underage. Realise i'm wearing a lab coat.

"Have you any ID?"
"No, you'll have to trust me, I'm a doctor."

Walk out of off licence with alcohol.
Get giddy.
Run along road. Jump into and bounce off hedge.
My friend, a good foot taller than me also tries this.
He hovers in mid-air.
We drag him out of the bush.
His screams of pain alert us something is very wrong.
He had impaled both butt cheeks on a spiked metal railing, hidden by the bush.
Us dragging him out of the bush caused massive tears in his cheeks.

Many stitches and much hilarity followed.

Obviously I regret this due to the fact I was too monged to be quick enough to warn my excedingly tall friend that my arse had clipped it, so he would quite easily clear it...

Also, he asked us to lift him off the fence, and we just decided it was easier to just tug him off (hello sailor!).
(, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 4:00, Reply)
I regret...
The time I came home from the pub, smoked a spliff and tried to get the last post...
(, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 1:12, Reply)
Don't start with that 'Who's going to be last' shit. It's so last week. I'm so drunk I've had to re-read this nine times before I posted some completely unreadable wank. Either way, Minty Hit gets the last post. I think its some kind of law.
(, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 0:00, Reply)
seeing things
eaten in a muffin


nothing visual happening out there in the environment

close eyes though and patterns, lights, and (yea) cartoons

so nyer-de-nyer
(, Thu 22 Dec 2005, 23:11, Reply)
At school I knew this guy, who incedentally looked like a big jewish testicle
Anyway, he was one of these "tries too hard to be cool" people; Nirvana patch on his bag although he'd never heard any of their music- that kind of thing.

Well, he was once handed a "spliff", and of course experienced its effects: "Whoa man, I'm so stoned", he would say, and giggle.

Turned out it was oregano.

I never let that one down. He got punched in the face during a football match, tried to sue the guy, and has now been shunned by anybody with the slightest ounce of credit to their name, though- so all is well.
(, Thu 22 Dec 2005, 21:19, Reply)
Weed = Hallucinations
Out of everyone ive ever known, not ONE person has said of seeing things when smoking green... Either theyve never had the super duper mega strength uber weed ur all on, or ur talkin bollox
(, Thu 22 Dec 2005, 20:25, Reply)
Am I Last?
Well, I was going to start an "Am I last competetion?" but then realised that I'm stoned as a bastard and couldn't give a flying fuck......
(, Thu 22 Dec 2005, 20:10, Reply)
"Shepherding" is where you're the experienced tripper, and you've got one or more mates with you for whom it's all a new experience. The idea is, if they find it all a bit much, you'll be there to tell them they'll be alright.

So I was the shepherd when I took some uni mates for their first trip. We went down to Avebury in Wiltshire, camping. This is a gorgeous area of countryside, filled with stone-age sacred spaces. We drop our tabs in mid-afternoon and go for a wander.

The stone circle is very cool, of course, but there are too many people about. So we wander off to Silbury Hill, which is basically just a big ol' artificial hill. You're not supposed to climb up it, but we did. It's a great place -- you can get into the whole sacred space thing if you want to, but if you don't, you can just stand up there watching the weather roll across the plains and over you. We got lucky -- we had sun, then rain, then sun, then rain, then sun again. Lots of clouds and shafts of sunlight and so on, for all us tripped-out people to get amazed by.

After a few hours, once the rush has passed (but, as all you trippers know, there are still a few more hours of weirdness to go), we decide we've had enough of being out on a wet and windswept hilltop, and decide to head into Avebury proper. We head for the village's only pub, so we can get warm and dry and so those who want a pint or some food can get some.

One of the guys I'm shepherding is my best mate. He's been doing well so far, and had a great time. But in the pub, paranoia starts to set in. He thinks maybe a bit of food will calm him down; I advise against anything heavy; he orders some soup. Stilton soup. When it arrives, he's horrified by it. Says it smells of wet, dirty socks. I can't argue, because it does. So I suggest we go out for some fresh air. He says he can't, he's been leaning against this pillar too long and half his brain has now leached into it. I spend some time trying to convince him this isn't the case.

The gist of my argument is: come on, you know you're tripping, all the things that seem so weird now aren't really that weird after all, we aren't seeing things that aren't there any more, all is cool. So I say, what around you seems weirdest to you right now? Thinking, of course, I can explain how whatever it is is perfectly normal, and calm him down.

He doesn't have to think about this. He points at a fork lying on the floor of the pub. "What's that doing there?" he says. "What's it for?" I look, and it's just a fork. "Somebody's dropped it," I say, "there's nothing to it." "But it's right in the middle of the floor," he says, sounding a bit panicky. "That's no accident. It must mean something. They must want it to be on the floor."

I can handle this, I think. Just convince him that there's nothing going on, and I will calm him down, and I will be a good shepherd. I'll get him back into the good head space, and we'll all carry on having fun.

And at that moment the waitress passes by. She steps on the fork. She notices it. She frowns. She picks it up and looks at it. And then she steps to the side, and She Puts It Back Down On The Floor, and she walks off.

We look at each other. We look at the fork. We get the fear. And I am no longer a good shepherd, I too am a gibbering paranoid scared of forks and waitresses with mysterious ways.

We leave the pub in a hurry, wild-eyed and barging through people and leaving everyone else behind.
(, Thu 22 Dec 2005, 19:18, Reply)
Thirsty Work
I once watched a lad eat an entire packet of weetabix, bone dry, without so much as a sip of water, after i'd got him stoned out of his mind on a 3 litre pop bottle bong in the bathroom......
(, Thu 22 Dec 2005, 19:07, Reply)
A mad night
Screaming about how I was going to kill my cousin
Screaming because my boyfriend had swapped his face for another one (!?)
Choking on my own tongue

Not really being aware of that I had a great time. I was pegasus! I could FEEL the wind beneath my wings as I put a huge amount of effort into each beat... I could FUCKING FEEL IT

Though until recently I still kept seeing the big (non-existant) deep cut right down to the bone across one side of my boyfriend's face.

Hooray for everything
(, Thu 22 Dec 2005, 17:46, Reply)
Me and some friends
decided to get some weed for the holidays a few years back. I was partial to a smoke so it takes a fair bit to get me going but the others....?

One decided she was going to try and flog me a salmon from inside her bomber jacket and the other decided what he wanted to do in life: Go paragliding with sheep. Quote: "but mate, I would need to hold their hands, erm, arms, paws whatever they've got cos the couldn't be able to go solo themselves. At least not for the first five jumps or so".

Logical? Of course...

This went on for about two hours by which time I decided that Jack Daniels was better company. Stoned. Pissed. Asleep. Happy.

Ahhh Bliss!
(, Thu 22 Dec 2005, 17:21, Reply)
@ Grimmy
I have played there once, I played out for the first ever time in October at Essence of Chi, My dj name is Hoopz!

if you go there alot I am sure we have bumped into each other, feel like I have lived in that place this year! We do a night there once a month Essence of Chi, next one 25th January :-)

This is me www.myspace.com/hoopz
(, Thu 22 Dec 2005, 16:06, Reply)
Dropped from a plane at 30,000 ft
Once in Newquay me and some friends did some extremely strong acid.

It started out a normal enough night camping, we were sat around playing poker, betting (as you do) with a huge (1 kg) bag of cola bottles we'd taken down with us.

Suddenly it became all too much for me to bear; I was coming up faster than I thought was possible.

I muttered a quick "Gottagoseeyouinabit" and legged it to the back of the tent, where I promptly fell over.

My mates came to find me a while later (could have been a minute, could have been an hour) and said it looked like I'd been dropped out of a plane from 30,000 feet. I was flat out on the grass, my eyes were fucked, and my fingers were digging into the mud.

I managed to struggle as far as to the inside of the tent, where I lay for the next 4 hours or so in my sleeping bag, with the hood and drawstring pulled up tight, only one eye peeking out at the horrible, horrible world. It was extremely important to me that nobody came in the tent; my mates were chatting to some girls outside, they tried on several occasions to come into the tent to meet me but were met with enraged howls and fearsome "GETTHEFUCKOUT"s.

I managed to get it together slightly after around 5-6 hours, and came out of the tent, only to wonder why we'd been invaded by an army of cola bottles.

Another funny story from that night is that a mate of mine tried to hide in the bushes from a passing police car. Except he hid on the wrong side of the bush, i.e. in front of it, spliff dangling casually from his mouth.

We also emptied the campsite bathroom pretty damn quick when we went in and stared in the mirrors for a long time, laughing hysterically.
(, Thu 22 Dec 2005, 15:59, Reply)
Straight in with the good stuff
The first time I ever took any form of drugs (though certainly not the last) I let myself be convinced that LSD just made you giggle and be a bit drunk, and that all that hallucination crap was just people bullshitting. My mate Stewart procured some microdots and we necked them (one each, nothing silly) and sat back to enjoy the experience. We had the stereo on and there were about 12 people in the flat and plenty of booze flowing to keep us lubricated while we waited for the "good" stuff to work. Boy, did it ever!

After a while everything got a bit blurry and I remember being rather warm so I announced we had to take a walk. What I wouldn't give to see someone act the way I remember acting that evening! Dressed in tie-dye t-shirts, combat pants and wearing (sorry) headscarves, we headed through the estate and I saw this man walking on the other side with a big wheelbarrow, so I starting yelling at him "What's in the wheelbarrow mate? Is it bricks?" while my mates tried to shush me. I was giggling so hard at what could be in the wheelbarrow while jokes were flying through my head to further confuse me. Maybe it was babies! "You can unload them with a pitchfork! Not marbles though, mate! Is it marbles?"
The first rush past and I realised I was lying on the ground, drooling and yelling at a very fat woman, with nary a wheelbarrow in sight. Whoops!

A bit further down the street the second wave hit and I became convinced that the nearby dog was on his way to a secret dog church, probably in an electricity substation. I crept off after it (so it wouldn't see me, I guess - though it could as sure as hell hear me!!!) Luckily I was foiled by the 10 foot fences or I probably wouldn't be typing this :)

Normality resumed and my mates convinced me I had to calm down a bit and stop acting so bloody weird, or we'd get busted or something. I suppose my wild-eyed, red-faced dribbling, giggling, hunched over walk was attracting attention, but it was all just SO funny and I wanted to go with it. Two Saracens were approaching (British Army armored vans - Northern Ireland issue) and I was shaken by my mates and told to pull myself together. Unfortunately, at that moment, my legs became very, very long. I could barely even SEE my feet, so far away were they! So I walked delicately, heel to toe, arms akimbo, desperately trying not to twist too much in the wind as these two vans crawled along the side of the pavement beside us, with 5 or 6 soldiers hanging out the top and back absolutly pissing themselves laughing at me. I tried to explain that it was just my legs but my mates grabbed me and promised to look after me and they drove off.

Not long after I bought three kitkats somehow and made helicopters by crossing two sticks and throwing them away. At passing cars. I don't remember so much after that but i woke up in the right place feeling very . . dusty - like everything was just a bit dirty and rough and not as shiny as it had been the night before. Lots of tea later I was feeling fine and plaanning the next escapade, which was to involve railway tracks...
(, Thu 22 Dec 2005, 15:54, Reply)
Do you play at Herbal?
If so, under what name? Only ask coz i go there a bit
(, Thu 22 Dec 2005, 15:31, Reply)
ahhhh university life!
I live on a very close knit university campus and its tradition on certain large nights of the year to get off ur face on pills.

On my second time of munching, i decided to go for a walk on my own around the campus. The gardenders used the back of the hall i lived in as a dumping ground for leaves, wood and cut down trees. while talking to myself and wondering around a huge green pile of foilage, i discovered (well tripped out completely) and convinced myself that a midget called michael lived there, who was making tomato soup!
While having a conversation with him my equally munchy friend decided to join me, but instead laughed at me, ran away and told everyone! who in turn laughed at me. i got to the point i was so paranoid i had to go to bed and couldnt leave my room. Not even for a wee - which had to be done in my sink!!!

Well i got that twunt back - we still havent forgotten "Mr. Apple Nitrate" (his imaginary friend) who scared us while equally twated on another occasion!

P.S. don't eat space cakes while watching programmes about murders and child abductions - i thought it was so funny i was evicted to the toilet to calm down!
(, Thu 22 Dec 2005, 15:20, Reply)

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