Acid and home-made ninja turtles
These sort of stories are very hard to write about without sounding like a boasty twat. Still that's exactly what I am so here goes.

One of the most memorable was when I travelled to Birmingham to pick up a batch of Hoffmans, some high strength blotter acid. We got home, and from then on the night is a blur. I awoke the next afternoon in the airing cupboard, clutching a flowerpot with a telephone taped to my chest.

I clambered out of my cupboard to survey a scene of devastation. Every door handle in the house had a carton of orange juice pushed on to it, with large puddles on the floor. Raising my eyes heavenwards I saw, instead of God, a variety of pizza packaging and canned food and drink gaffer taped to the ceiling.

Cursing, I made my way downstairs, and opened the balcony windows to let some fresh air in. As I did so I looked down, and there, twelve stories below, was the tv out of my bedroom, along with the contents of my freezer (mainly belonging to my housemate).

Sighing, I took a stella out of the fridge, rummaged through the kitchen ashtray to make a butt spliff, chuckled ruefully, and made an adult decision to clean up later, after a bit of shuteye.

I entered my bedroom, and all thoughts of a nice sleep left my head. Lying atop my bed, snoring manfully, was my friend Pete, with whom I'd gone out.

He had become a home made mutant hero turtle.

With the shock arrived some flashbacks - the gaffer tape fun had continued and with the aid of glowsticks had made him some nunchucks, a gaffer tape eye-band (which later removed his eyebrows), a wok as a shell (it was never the same afterwards) and some t-shirts as knee pads
( disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Mon 20 Sep 2010, 12:39, 5 replies)

My only favorite acid moment was when my friends made a Chris sandwich out of a lad called Chris and two single mattresses.

( girlinthehole, Mon 20 Sep 2010, 12:57, closed)

I wonder
How much was down to the acid itself and how much was down to "woah, we've taken acid, let's have some crazy antics!"?
(mark schmark, Mon 20 Sep 2010, 13:42, closed)

Probably a bit of both
Every time I've taken acid unusual things have happened - for some reason odd things outside my control happen regularly n- but the rest of it, sometimes things happen because they seem very funny at the time, other times there is a bit of a delusion going on. It's why acid is called a hallucinogenic.
( disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Mon 20 Sep 2010, 13:57, closed)

Clearly you have never taken decent acid.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 20 Sep 2010, 13:59, closed)

oh how i remember Hoffmans
and sunflowers, they were really good too
( Clairebare Back once again with the Ill behaviour, Mon 20 Sep 2010, 23:01, closed)