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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Frank wasn't there
First time I took mushrooms the first few hours were the funniest of my life. The last few hours, I could have killed myself. All the countries in the world started changing places...on my girlfriend's bedroom wall. I have never felt such intense paranoia and impending doom.
I'd heard that there was a national drugs help-line and thought that a phone-call to them would sort me out. Couldn't find the number so rang what I thought was the next best thing - The Samaritans. Spent a few frantic minutes chatting to the little old lady on the end of the line who got a bit scared and tried to convince me to ring an ambulance, but eventually she found me the number for talktoFrank.
Frank is a shitcunt. Frank wasn't there. Frank was out having a good time while I was climbing the walls. Because of Frank I spent the next 4 hours alone in a bright room with all of the clocks in the flat under my pillow just to stop the ominous ticking towards my death.
Let this be a lesson kids, respect the drugs. They'll bite you on the arse when you least expect it.
Kelly, Claire - do some work.
( , Wed 21 Dec 2005, 9:20, Reply)
First time I took mushrooms the first few hours were the funniest of my life. The last few hours, I could have killed myself. All the countries in the world started changing places...on my girlfriend's bedroom wall. I have never felt such intense paranoia and impending doom.
I'd heard that there was a national drugs help-line and thought that a phone-call to them would sort me out. Couldn't find the number so rang what I thought was the next best thing - The Samaritans. Spent a few frantic minutes chatting to the little old lady on the end of the line who got a bit scared and tried to convince me to ring an ambulance, but eventually she found me the number for talktoFrank.
Frank is a shitcunt. Frank wasn't there. Frank was out having a good time while I was climbing the walls. Because of Frank I spent the next 4 hours alone in a bright room with all of the clocks in the flat under my pillow just to stop the ominous ticking towards my death.
Let this be a lesson kids, respect the drugs. They'll bite you on the arse when you least expect it.
Kelly, Claire - do some work.
( , Wed 21 Dec 2005, 9:20, Reply)
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