Am I the only one
who did as little as possible under the influence? That aside, here are some (relatively uninteresting compared to you crazy party folk) highlights:

Crispy M&Ms. Jesus, we went to a service station late at night and brought back maybe 15 big packets of them, nothing else. And we ate them all, and they were amazing...

Another time, my mate Joe was caught in slow motion - and I was very very very fast, like it was all a blur, and the whole world was spinning whooo! We went out into the world armed with couch cushions, and we had a pillow fight in the middle of a crowded street. I don't know why we weren't arrested - we walked/excitedly danced past a police box - maybe they thought we were performance artists. Oh, and I won the pillow fight.

And finally, not me, but my Irish mate tells me of his flatmate's amazing revelation: he runs in while they are all tripping, and exclaims, "Oh my God, I've discovered the best combination of food!" Or something along those lines. "Drugs - and yoghurt!" And they all ate it. And it was good. So amazingly good.

Oh and I almost forgot: I set my mate's hair on fire while trying to light his cigarette. He didn't notice... even when I put it out by repeatedly hitting him in the head. He, later that evening, fell down a flight of stairs and didn't notice. He was incredible.

Ooh and my friend Dan took 3 hours to climb a small incline. It was about 3 metres up on a 10-15 degree slope. Best. Night. Ever.
(omoshiRoy, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:20, Reply)