Man with plan reminds me,
My last ever experience with mushrooms caused me to lose it every time I went into the supermarket for many years, and even now I still have certain mental ticks because of it. I'll explain:

Towards the middle of this particular massive-drugs^TM bender I wandered from the living room into the kitchen as there seemed to be a peculiar light emanating from there. It needed investigation. The source was duly tracked to the industrial size box of washing powder (it's origin eludes me now) that was sitting on the window sill. As I approached it I had the sudden realisation that all the light of the universe was emanating from the box. What was more, I quickly deduced - this was no ordinary light: I was being directly communicated to by God, via the medium of washing powder. And no! Not quite, I corrected myself - the washing powder was God.

Shitting jesus.

I spent the remainder of the evening staring at the box in amazed wonder, bathed in the glorious heavenly light of the Lord.

Surprisingly, that's not the losing it bit. The losing it bit is that for years afterwards I couldn't even look at, or even say the words "washing" and "powder" without descending into manic laughter. I couldn't even go and buy washing powder from the shop. Even now, I involuntarily smirk when I hear, or say the words.

Don't mess with your brain.
( rofl harris, Thu 28 Jul 2011, 12:09, Reply)