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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Where else but glastonbury?
I live in Somerset, quite near to the site of glastonbury festival so my friends and i always show up 3 days early and get the drugs in before we have to go and see the bands. This year we decided to spend our thursday night (the last "warmup" night) getting our smoke on at the stone circle (as you do).
I am by no means heavy on the drugs, but I decided to have my first go on the shrooms that night, an awesome idea. They were a bit shit really and their main affect was to make it possible to smoke copious amounts of weed without even realising it. This resulted in the usual shit, me confusing the obligatory festival flare with a spliff and trying to smoke the flare instead, becoming too emotionally attached to inanimate objects like other peoples phones, laughing at stuff for longer than you should and shouting "ARE YOU FROM Q MAGAZINE?" at a random photographer (he wasn't from Q, but i scared him real good).
The highlight of the evening came from my over the top emotional attachments, when my flare went out I shouted "DON'T DIE LITTLE BROTHER!" at it, before bursting into tears.
To this day, my friends insist on telling this story to any girl who shows the slightest bit of interest in me. Bastards.
( , Thu 15 Dec 2005, 18:33, Reply)
I live in Somerset, quite near to the site of glastonbury festival so my friends and i always show up 3 days early and get the drugs in before we have to go and see the bands. This year we decided to spend our thursday night (the last "warmup" night) getting our smoke on at the stone circle (as you do).
I am by no means heavy on the drugs, but I decided to have my first go on the shrooms that night, an awesome idea. They were a bit shit really and their main affect was to make it possible to smoke copious amounts of weed without even realising it. This resulted in the usual shit, me confusing the obligatory festival flare with a spliff and trying to smoke the flare instead, becoming too emotionally attached to inanimate objects like other peoples phones, laughing at stuff for longer than you should and shouting "ARE YOU FROM Q MAGAZINE?" at a random photographer (he wasn't from Q, but i scared him real good).
The highlight of the evening came from my over the top emotional attachments, when my flare went out I shouted "DON'T DIE LITTLE BROTHER!" at it, before bursting into tears.
To this day, my friends insist on telling this story to any girl who shows the slightest bit of interest in me. Bastards.
( , Thu 15 Dec 2005, 18:33, Reply)
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