Hindsight can be a terrible thing.
Off my neck on a very strong pill, and someone asks me if I fancy doing some poppers, to which I agree.

My head nearly came off, and my heart was going faster than your mum chasing a Gregg's van.

Remembering having done so the next day, I broke out in a cold sweat, realising the only reason I'd agreed was because I was on drugs that had stopped me considering the consequences.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Sat 18 Sep 2010, 13:04, Reply)