Closest thing to real "cartoon acid."
At one big ol' party for a girl's seventeenth birthday, one guest was quickly becoming a nuisance. He was off his ass as a consequence of hitting on a bottle of Jack Daniels that he'd brought along, and constitutionally a yahoo to begin with.

Most of us other kids had just a few beers, but there was tons of herb and no small amount of LSD going around. This left everyone ill-prepared to deal with a raging drunk, and certainly no one could work out a way to get him to leave.

Finally, he had taken his spectacle of "Look how many push-ups I can do!" to new heights -- down there on the floor, doing shirtless push-ups, and screaming at the top of his voice, totally bumming everyone out. Brought things to a crashing halt, with a dozen kids standing around not having a clue as to how to eject him without it turning violent.

Then the girl's mother came downstairs, in a huge fluffy pink housecoat, matching slippers, a towel on her head, her face covered in cream, and brandishing a massive cast-iron skillet. "You! You're leaving, now."

She was an awesome sight for those of us with a headful of acid -- like some avenging angel that stepped out of a Tom & Jerry cartoon.
(Larry_Mudd, Tue 18 Apr 2006, 16:29, Reply)