Going Too Far
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
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Back in the day when acid was my drug of choice…
It was a beautiful sunny evening in the Cotswolds, myself and five friends decided that it would be a great evening to have a mellow trip in the fields surrounding Burford. All was going well… lying down, looking at the stars changing colours and making weird patterns in the cloudless sky. But someone was missing…
It turned out that the person who had done the purchasing of the trips didn’t quite have his head screwed on when the deal was done and had basically ingested a bit more than everyone else. He was found sitting in the front room of a mate’s house, not looking like a happy chappy. In moments of lucidity he was saying every leaf in the hedge was like Pinhead from Hellraiser… He also said that some chilled music would be the way forwards, so, on went The Doors. I didn’t have to go as far as to put it on a loop while I carried on tripping outside, nor to finish him off with something from the Butthole Surfers.
Poor Clifford Wattlebush, I wonder what became of him...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 15:18, Reply)
It was a beautiful sunny evening in the Cotswolds, myself and five friends decided that it would be a great evening to have a mellow trip in the fields surrounding Burford. All was going well… lying down, looking at the stars changing colours and making weird patterns in the cloudless sky. But someone was missing…
It turned out that the person who had done the purchasing of the trips didn’t quite have his head screwed on when the deal was done and had basically ingested a bit more than everyone else. He was found sitting in the front room of a mate’s house, not looking like a happy chappy. In moments of lucidity he was saying every leaf in the hedge was like Pinhead from Hellraiser… He also said that some chilled music would be the way forwards, so, on went The Doors. I didn’t have to go as far as to put it on a loop while I carried on tripping outside, nor to finish him off with something from the Butthole Surfers.
Poor Clifford Wattlebush, I wonder what became of him...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 15:18, Reply)
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