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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Martians are evil
Had a bit of a big night out a few years ago. Went clubbing, took a few disco biscuits with my friend, ended up in a party in an architects lounge, bought some more disco treats. Got back to my flat and found we had run out of said treats. It's at this point I remember my friend gave me a bag of base, warning me that it was rough stuff and she'd spent 12 hours shaking after it. So we dabbed, and dabbed and dabbed...
It was great until the pills wore off and we became rather agitated.
Imagine waking up one morning to find your flatmate and friend pacing the entire circumference of the flat, following the skirting boards with an intent look on our faces, mumbling about our heartrates and when how long it takes speed to leave your system.
My poor flatmate then proceeded to leave the flat and come back on 2 seperate occasions to find myself and friend in the same position on the setee, looking rather confused and agitated.
My flatmate also had a 2 foot model of Marvin the Martian. Not only did we have to turn him to face the wall but we had to cover him with a curtain as his cold black eyes were penetrating our very souls. Think we eventually got to sleep at about 10pm Sunday night. Happy times...
( , Mon 19 Dec 2005, 17:42, Reply)
Had a bit of a big night out a few years ago. Went clubbing, took a few disco biscuits with my friend, ended up in a party in an architects lounge, bought some more disco treats. Got back to my flat and found we had run out of said treats. It's at this point I remember my friend gave me a bag of base, warning me that it was rough stuff and she'd spent 12 hours shaking after it. So we dabbed, and dabbed and dabbed...
It was great until the pills wore off and we became rather agitated.
Imagine waking up one morning to find your flatmate and friend pacing the entire circumference of the flat, following the skirting boards with an intent look on our faces, mumbling about our heartrates and when how long it takes speed to leave your system.
My poor flatmate then proceeded to leave the flat and come back on 2 seperate occasions to find myself and friend in the same position on the setee, looking rather confused and agitated.
My flatmate also had a 2 foot model of Marvin the Martian. Not only did we have to turn him to face the wall but we had to cover him with a curtain as his cold black eyes were penetrating our very souls. Think we eventually got to sleep at about 10pm Sunday night. Happy times...
( , Mon 19 Dec 2005, 17:42, Reply)
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