Shrooms
Many moons ago, a gang of me and my mates went shroom picking. We really only had a slight idea of what we were looking for, but after picking several thousand of these knob-head looking mushrooms and all feeling quite peculiar, we guessed that we'd found the right ones.

Anyway, later that same night, we shoved and squashed as many of these shrooms in a pot (totalling several thousand!) and added a bit of water, boiled them up and made coffee with them.

A bit later - felt like about an hour, but was probably in reality a few minutes - I exclaimed "These aren't working, these are not the *real* mushrooms"

So, my mate, being the bastard-head that he is, dared me to have another cup of the shroomjuice.

I took the dare - as did one other chap (who subsiquently went mad and locked himself in the downstairs toilet whilst on his knees facing the wrong way away from the toilet bowl, and proclaiming very loudly "less is more...less is more", but I digress.

Suddenly, I could no longer feel my legs, or hands, or pretty much anything and all I could see was shrouded in rather funny colours.

...for what felt like weeks. I even managed to convince a mate to walk to the phone box to get me 'two ambulances' - clearly one would not be enough for the state I was in.

So, never again will I take any dare (or in fact, any drugs) since then.

Somehow, I have managed to remain for the most part, sane.

It did *cure* me of my drug career though, as it scared the living-sh*t out of me and haven't done drugs since.

(hey, maybe I can sell this idea to the thought police - err... I mean government)
(dchurch bah, Fri 2 Nov 2007, 15:05, 6 replies)

Pah!
Lightweight.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 2 Nov 2007, 15:23, closed)

You may have been very lucky.
There have been kids around here who have made tea from datura, aka jimson weed, which will make you trip your balls off for a week and maybe never come back at all. Some have ended up institutionalized for the rest of their lives from that shit. Read for yourself: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Datura_stramonium

If you're not certain what it is or what it will do to you, LEAVE IT THE FUCK ALONE.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 2 Nov 2007, 15:29, closed)

Too f*cking right
Oh yes, I know where you are coming from.

I leave everything the f*ck alone now!

This was about 15 years ago!
(dchurch bah, Fri 2 Nov 2007, 15:42, closed)

!
There is a mnemonic device for the physiological effects of datura/atropine intoxication: "blind as a bat, mad as a hatter, red as a beet, hot as hell, dry as a bone, the bowel and bladder lose their tone, and the heart runs alone." Another rhyme describing its effects is, "Can't see, can't spit, can't pee, can't shit."

Sounds like pills to me.
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Fri 2 Nov 2007, 16:06, closed)

I did Mushrooms whilst at Polytechnic.
We decided it would be a wizard idea to do some mushrooms just before going to a gig at the Student Union, headlined by the infamous hippy outfit "Gong". Everyone was on something there, and as the evening progressed their faces changed shape and they left trails of colour behind them whereever they went.
I got increasingly more agitated, and ended up running screaming from the venue in a cold sweat. On the way home my boots talked to me. I forget what they said, couldnt have been important, stupid footwear.
Then I decided "E=MC Hammer" was the funniest thing on the planet, and sat in my room laughing hysterically to it, until I passed out.
I fucking hate mushrooms.
(Vic Flange, Fri 2 Nov 2007, 16:06, closed)

no drugs
"E = MC Hammer" makes me laugh without having any drugs! perhaps I have a very childish sense of humour or I'm mental.
(Rickaaay Call me Ricky, for that is my name., Fri 2 Nov 2007, 17:53, closed)