While I was being plagued by Limpetgirl
from the Stalked QOTW, she would often drag me needlessly into town and insist we spent money we didn't have on booze.

This would usually mean sitting in one of my favourite pubs, her getting wasted on a half of Caffrey's before announcing in her best stage whisper "FUCKINGHELL I NEED A FAG!". Like many people, Limpetgirl's nicotine cravings only took hold when she was drunk, and so she would proceed to go round the entire pub asking goths and old men and chavs to bum her a fag, acting like the cutesy little girl she saw herself as (the reality is a fifteen stone dwarf with a crinkly face and the most psychotic smile I've ever seen).

By the by she insisted I try it too, and I did, for that night. On another occasion when she'd really irritated me, she'd been plaguing me at home for a change and just happened to have left 10 Bensons at mine.

I smoked that week because I knew she'd miss them.

The first time I smoked skunk was with some of my friends from uni after a mad evening of karaoke. Having sensibly already ordered kebabs, we spent the next half an hour batting a pink balloon about, watching Salad Fingers (a really bad idea when you're stoned, I must say) and playing with Buffy's Swearing Keyboard ("minge" was particularly funny).

All I remember, really, is loving everyone in the world, but they all HATED me and were all slagging me off behind my back. It was like Stalker Boy in joint form. Oh, and being ravenously hungry and giggling a lot.
( Maladicta, Thu 20 Mar 2008, 15:42, Reply)