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After a lovely evening out on vodka and red bull, me and my mate jonboy decided to go back to mine for a spliff. After skinning a couple up in my conservatory, me and Jon smoked the aforesaid j's and proceeded to chill out. This unfortunately happened all too quickly for Jonboy, as Jonboy only ever smoked hash and not skunk. And not very often either. So Jon turns a lovely shade of grey and whites out. Thinking that this is awfully hilarious, I leave Jon to his semi conscious ramblings and skin up again. This proves to be my downfall, as soon after I cannot move my head without spinning my tits off. I eventually manage to fall forwards onto the fall and crawl to the open conservatory door, where I lay my head on the edge and puke onto the patio. At some point I remember Jon leaving over my garden fence, and i pass out. I awake in the morning to bright sunshine, and a pool of red bull vomit. Looked surpisingly like sweet and sour sauce. Next door's cat was gently licking at it aswell, which caused a relapse and another pint of puke to exit my body at high speed. Red bull vodka and skunk do not mix. Period. Ha, I said period.
(daverule Poobumwobblebottynobnobsex, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 14:17, Reply)