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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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Tits N Bits
When I was a student I spent a few happy summers working on a fruit farm. This place was great with around 100 students from around the world working there with a continully revolving new bunch arriving and departing every week. As a Brit, I was part of the permanent crew who was there for the whole summer. The pay was crap but it was enough to eat,smoke and drink on so all was well with my world.

I'll cut a long story short but I ended up spenfin one summer with a stunning Irish lass called Helen. She was deeply tanned from working in the fields in just a bikini and I was the envy of the the rest of the fanny-rats - I had the fittest bird on the farm.

One night I'd managed to get a hold of the only tab of acid on the site - it'd been sitting in a guys wallet for two years so we weren't sure if it was still potent - and i dropped it just before going to the pub with Helen.

In the pub, I was taking it easy, waiting for the acid to kick-in so I wasn't drinking much but, after an hour, nothing had happened so I gave the acid up as duff and started drinking at my normal pace. At kicking out time I was quite mellow and, putting my arm around Helen, we headed out into the night.

Show Time! When the fresh-air hit me I could smell the incredible scent of roses and then the sky started to flash on and off in muti-coloured hues. The trees as I was walking down were morphing into incredible shapes -dragons, giants, dwarves and scurrying through the grass I kept catching glimpses of little elves and pixies. I spellbound, enthralled. I was keeping up a running commentary to Helen about what I was experiencing and then had the bright idea that we had to screw while I was off my head on acid. Helen was up for it so we dashed for my tent and tore our clothes off.

Now this was where things started to go slightly wrong. In my tent it was pitch black and all I could see was a pair of white, disembodied tits floating eerily in the darkness. Helen was so tanned, apart from her tits, that she just faded into the background and left these enourmous boobies floating tantilising in front of me.

I got the fear. I just couldn't cope. In the end I had to leave the tent and sit by the fire for a few hours until I came down. But even to this day I can still close my eyes and see these magnificant breast floating in the air all by themselves.

Thank God they didn't try and talk to me.


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(, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 14:38, Reply)

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