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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Another tale, just remembered
My friend and I (the same friend from the 'backwards green swastika' story) went for a drive one evening. We ended up down by the river for the express purpose of smoking a spliff pre-pub.
We smoked up and, feeling too gone to drive back into town I suggested we go further out of town before we come back to allow me to collect my thoughts.
We hit a small village a few miles out of town, and my friend asked how I was. "Fine now, I think" I replied, promptly pulling the car over into a layby and cautiously swinging it around.
We had been driving the small country road for around 20 seconds or so, when my friend posed a question- the kind of question whose magnitude should never be posed to a stoned driver.
"Don't we drive on the left?"
"You know... I'm not sure."
*still driving... 30 feels quite fast right now*
"I really think that we do."
*slowly we creep across the road, as if doing it more slowly would stop anyone noticing us...*
( , Sat 17 Dec 2005, 15:12, Reply)
My friend and I (the same friend from the 'backwards green swastika' story) went for a drive one evening. We ended up down by the river for the express purpose of smoking a spliff pre-pub.
We smoked up and, feeling too gone to drive back into town I suggested we go further out of town before we come back to allow me to collect my thoughts.
We hit a small village a few miles out of town, and my friend asked how I was. "Fine now, I think" I replied, promptly pulling the car over into a layby and cautiously swinging it around.
We had been driving the small country road for around 20 seconds or so, when my friend posed a question- the kind of question whose magnitude should never be posed to a stoned driver.
"Don't we drive on the left?"
"You know... I'm not sure."
*still driving... 30 feels quite fast right now*
"I really think that we do."
*slowly we creep across the road, as if doing it more slowly would stop anyone noticing us...*
( , Sat 17 Dec 2005, 15:12, Reply)
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