I'm not a lolmassivedrugs type person.
I've had the odd toke here and there, but I don't have any bad habits beyond smoking and the odd beer. Although when I was at university, I was a little more uptight- wouldn't touch anything at all. I didn't even like being in the same room as people smoking dope, in fact.

This attitude however mellowed as time went on, until one day someone invited me to try a windmill. I'd never had one of those before, and the effects were quite pleasant. That is, until the coughing fit kicked in. Quite a large one in fact. When I thought I was done, I decided to have a drink of water to soothe my now rather sore throat. And then, time slowed down into that mental state commonly known as the onosecond. Imagine the scene- in front of me is a large Irish rugby player known for his temper. Behind him, a light switch. In my lungs, a cough was rising. And my mouth was full of water, and it wasn't going to be swallowed.

To this day, I still don't know why I wasn't pasted to within an inch of my life.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Thu 16 Sep 2010, 15:36, Reply)