Tripping? On cannabis?
A mate had one of those electronic pipes - essentially an exhaust pipe that poured smoke out continually until the stash in the bowl was burnt.

I got back to mine, and in the toilet, at the sink, stood staring at myself in the mirror.

I had his Ray Ban-style shades on, and, having a long, thin face, this looks ridiculous even when straight.

After a brief consideration, I threw up violently into the sink, resulting in all my teeth falling out. Concerned by this, I tried to pick them out, hoping the dentist would be able to fix them back in.

After a fashion, it dawned on me that I was merely dabbing and splashing my hands around in my own puke.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:43, Reply)