It's not me, it's the drugs talking
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)
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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Can't touch weed anymore...
Although I always think its a good idea to have a couple of tokes when I come home pissed up from clubs. Last time I did this, I hadn't actually drunk that much, but was just recovering from the flu. After the usual giggling and stuff, I started feeling a bit funny so decided it'd be time to go back to my flat and get something to eat. I managed to make a peanut butter sandwich and then crawled into bed. After the ceiling and my bed started spinning wildly in opposite directions, I figured it'd probably be a good idea to get near the toilet for the inevitable puking.
Some twenty minutes later, after feeling like I'd given birth out of my mouth, I looked into the toilet bowl. There was my peanut butter sandwich, looking exactly as it had when I'd eaten it. And the sight was so revolting, I no longer smoke weed for fear of what I'll next throw up.
( , Thu 15 Dec 2005, 18:22, Reply)
Although I always think its a good idea to have a couple of tokes when I come home pissed up from clubs. Last time I did this, I hadn't actually drunk that much, but was just recovering from the flu. After the usual giggling and stuff, I started feeling a bit funny so decided it'd be time to go back to my flat and get something to eat. I managed to make a peanut butter sandwich and then crawled into bed. After the ceiling and my bed started spinning wildly in opposite directions, I figured it'd probably be a good idea to get near the toilet for the inevitable puking.
Some twenty minutes later, after feeling like I'd given birth out of my mouth, I looked into the toilet bowl. There was my peanut butter sandwich, looking exactly as it had when I'd eaten it. And the sight was so revolting, I no longer smoke weed for fear of what I'll next throw up.
( , Thu 15 Dec 2005, 18:22, Reply)
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