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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Me mums THC transformation
My mother was bought up as a strict Catholic, something she never relinquished even during her alcoholic phase (about 25 years duration).
Sitting with my sister and mum one night, mum comments that she's out of ciggies so I offer to pop around the local store to get some more. "No, I'm going to bed soon anyway" she replies "I'll just have one of your sisters rollups".
She had said 'rollup' without being aware of its' true content and I was confronted with a very different creature indeed. Gone was the uptight, complaining, venomous mother I knew so well and here was this funny, articulate, loving woman who bared her soul to me.
Wow.
She was pretty cool the next day too, but it sort of faded out by mid morning.
She's coming to visit me next year. I think peyote tea might be the go.
( , Thu 15 Dec 2005, 23:43, Reply)
My mother was bought up as a strict Catholic, something she never relinquished even during her alcoholic phase (about 25 years duration).
Sitting with my sister and mum one night, mum comments that she's out of ciggies so I offer to pop around the local store to get some more. "No, I'm going to bed soon anyway" she replies "I'll just have one of your sisters rollups".
She had said 'rollup' without being aware of its' true content and I was confronted with a very different creature indeed. Gone was the uptight, complaining, venomous mother I knew so well and here was this funny, articulate, loving woman who bared her soul to me.
Wow.
She was pretty cool the next day too, but it sort of faded out by mid morning.
She's coming to visit me next year. I think peyote tea might be the go.
( , Thu 15 Dec 2005, 23:43, Reply)
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