Here's a nice long one
You'll pardon me if I exclude some details, but I'm writing this from a country where the herb is extremely illegal. Anyway, I came back to Canada for Christmas to visit with one of the citizens of this country, who I may or may not have ever dated. Of course she wanted to sample the local flora, so I took her to a bar that was playing reggae and we got stoned with some old friends.

After that, we went to another bar where my best friend was playing some of his homemade techno music. He even sang along with an electronic version of "All Day and All of the Night" by the Kinks. It was pretty goofy.

So I turned to my companion and asked her what she thought of my friend's music.

"I hate it," came her reply.

I was a little taken aback with her frankness. Sure, we all thought it was pretty silly, but hate? So I offered to take her back to the reggae bar.

"I hate that place too."

I was stumped. "Okay, do you want to go back to my parents' place?"

She shook her head. "I hate it there too."

By now I was starting to sense a pattern. "What do you think of my dog Mickey?(whom she loved)"

"I hate him."

She then confirmed that she hated every other noun on the planet. I knew that we had a big problem coming, and I had to take a huge piss, so I got up to relieve myself before continuing. On the way to the washroom, I asked a friend to keep an eye on her while I was gone, because I was worried.

Well my girlfriend saw me talking to this girl, and then the girl came over and sat down with her, so she knew what I was trying to do. So as soon as this girl turned her back, my girlfriend ran out of the bar. It was fortunately not a cold night, maybe around -5 C.

I came out of the washroom and was pointed to the door. When I ran out I just saw her turning a corner, so I ran after her. She wouldn't stop for me, or even speak English to me. She ran away and I followed close behind. Finally, after a few more blocks, I stopped her and sat her down on a bench.

She was so messed up she couldn't even speak English. She told me she wanted to go to her home country and eat pig intestines stuffed with vegetables (no, not haggis), which is a pretty weird thing to get the munchies for.

Anyway, we managed to sort things out. She hated it in Canada and she hated being with me, so the next day I'd change her ticket so she could leave early. We decided to go home and sleep, likely in separate rooms.

Just as we stood up, she said "Wait, I'm okay now." It turned out she had absolutely no control over what she'd been saying, and for the last ten minutes she'd been trapped in her own body as she said and did these things which she didn't mean at all.

I was alarmed, to say the least, and I didn't want her trying it again. We did though, and there was never another problem.
(racetraitor has an alibi for, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 6:20, Reply)