I had a stew once.
It didn't have any meat in it.

ANECDOTE KING RIGHT HERE.
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:29, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

Once?
You, sir, live a rock and roll lifestyle.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:37, Reply)

One time in my student days
I'd been doing a load of ecstasy with my mates and drinking red wine. When the pills hit, they did what they normally do, and made me puke a bit. That's normal for stimulants, either puking or pooing, like the first coffee of the day normally makes me shit.

But I digress.

The pills hit and I came up, hard. I did a little vom on the pavement outside my mate's house. It was dark red. I was worried.

"I'm puking up blood!"

My fear-soaked cries were heard by my drugged up mates.

Some sniggering happened. They reminded me I'd been drinking red wine.

In the red-tinged, shiny sheened puddle, I could see a white semi circle. The last half pill I had so gleefully necked.

Shall I pick it up and neck it? The demon on my left and the angel on my right were deep in discussion. My shoulders creaked as they argued.

In the end, I didn't. But it did take about a week to dissolve to nothing in the cold Welsh rain.
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:44, Reply)

I've picked them off the toilet floor before.
I try not to mix uppers and booze, too unpredictable/mad/pukey.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Thu 4 Aug 2011, 11:01, Reply)