When all this was fields.
And my mates and I were too young for the pub, and had no car, so an E-xciting time in the woods was out, we used to amuse our selfs by necking micro dots, and wondering the streets for the night.

On one such evening we were round a mates house before the fun had begun, waiting for the last of our group to arrive, and enjoying some of natures finest flatty- God I miss that stuff, whoever came up with the idea of soap bar should be shot- when an evil plan was hatched.

The plan: when we're all nicely tripping we'll sit on a bench in the park for a while, then someone should suggest going for a wonder, after an hour or so we should end up on the same bench, then the same person should suggest going for a wonder again. The idea being that the person we were waiting for who we shall call The Bear- for that is his name- will understandably say 'but we just got back' at which point we can all try and convince him the last hour of his life was all in his head, and in reality only a few seconds had passed.

It worked a treat. The Bear span right out, and was on a bad one for the rest of the night.

Not very nice really, but sixteen year olds are cunts.

Length- It's all to do with perception.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Thu 13 Dec 2007, 20:07, 1 reply)

Haha
That is bloody ace...
(Poo_Pipe_Pirate, Fri 14 Dec 2007, 13:47, closed)