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Once, following a night munching ecstasy in sankeys nightclub i dragged a bunch of friends back to my flat in manchester. fast forward to 9am and i come up with he novel idea of marching across the road to Dr Hermans and buying a load of mushrooms so we could all get trolleyed and go for a pint in the gay village. I return 20 minutes later with 80 quids worth of fresh thai mushrooms, chop them all into large BioPot yoghurt and share them among the 6 of us. an hour later we trot off to the gay village and approximately 4 minutes into our first pint we all start to come up. I projectile vomit all over a gay couple stood next to us at the bar and have to run away, with no idea where i am or what im doing. my friend charlotte (her first time on mushrooms) disappears and is later found in a nearby hospital, where she was taken after someone called an ambulance because she kept running up to people and quoting lines from labyrinth while trying to grab their cheeks and stop their faces from moving. apparently she'd had a full blown psychotic episode, oh the fun we have.

everyone else was fine apparently, i made it back to my flat eventually, having trip trapped through central manchester covered in my own vomit.

late at night i still think about the young couple i covered in a mixture of strawberry yoghurt, mushrooms, beer and gastric juices.
(idioteque., Thu 15 Dec 2005, 16:24, Reply)