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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Breakfast Horror
The morning after an excellent night on acid with a couple of good friends. I informed Mrs An-D that seeing as I was still full of beans, I would take our son Alex downstairs and provide the 2 year old scamp with some breakfast. With him safely sat in his chair with a bowl of Weetabix, I went into the kitchen to chat to some pals on IRC who had a similar night. What can have only been 10 seconds later I popped my head round the living room door to check on Alex. As I did so, I also heard wife-like footsteps on the stairs. Although Wendy knew what I'd been up to all night, I was deeply concerened what she might have to say about the scene in the living room so I interecepted her on the stairs, fell to my knees, crying because I was laughing so much and begged her not to go into the living room. Why? My silent ninja of a son had waged a small war on the Weetabix, and the Weetabix lost.
www.rogu3trooper.net/photo/albums/userpics/alex/ninja.jpg
( , Fri 16 Dec 2005, 14:09, Reply)
The morning after an excellent night on acid with a couple of good friends. I informed Mrs An-D that seeing as I was still full of beans, I would take our son Alex downstairs and provide the 2 year old scamp with some breakfast. With him safely sat in his chair with a bowl of Weetabix, I went into the kitchen to chat to some pals on IRC who had a similar night. What can have only been 10 seconds later I popped my head round the living room door to check on Alex. As I did so, I also heard wife-like footsteps on the stairs. Although Wendy knew what I'd been up to all night, I was deeply concerened what she might have to say about the scene in the living room so I interecepted her on the stairs, fell to my knees, crying because I was laughing so much and begged her not to go into the living room. Why? My silent ninja of a son had waged a small war on the Weetabix, and the Weetabix lost.
www.rogu3trooper.net/photo/albums/userpics/alex/ninja.jpg
( , Fri 16 Dec 2005, 14:09, Reply)
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