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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Can't really explain this.
We were 'shroomed up and being rude to passers by, or at least obscure.
I asked a passing gent (tweed coat, elbow patches, pipe etc.) if he could possibly loan me his chainsaw. He patted his pockets, chuckled and said sorry, but that he appeared to have left it on his dresser, popped his pipe in his pocket and wandered off.
As he meandered away, his pocket began to smoke and there was the flickering of flames before he turned the corner. Clearly a hallucination.
But wait! 12 years later I get told the same story by Gustave, a co-conspirator (and far more munted than I on the day). I felt an immediate need to seek out Brian Johnson (No, not that Brian Johnson) and it appears that the kindly, if benign, old gent really di set his pocket aflame.
Marvelous stuff.
( , Fri 16 Dec 2005, 16:06, Reply)
We were 'shroomed up and being rude to passers by, or at least obscure.
I asked a passing gent (tweed coat, elbow patches, pipe etc.) if he could possibly loan me his chainsaw. He patted his pockets, chuckled and said sorry, but that he appeared to have left it on his dresser, popped his pipe in his pocket and wandered off.
As he meandered away, his pocket began to smoke and there was the flickering of flames before he turned the corner. Clearly a hallucination.
But wait! 12 years later I get told the same story by Gustave, a co-conspirator (and far more munted than I on the day). I felt an immediate need to seek out Brian Johnson (No, not that Brian Johnson) and it appears that the kindly, if benign, old gent really di set his pocket aflame.
Marvelous stuff.
( , Fri 16 Dec 2005, 16:06, Reply)
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