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The first time I did shrooms I was at Glastonbury with a group of friends in a nice comfortable tent, so I did them and I was feeling pretty fucking awesome and at peace with the world until someone tapped me on the arm and said, Emvee your mum's outside. She was and all.
(, Thu 6 Mar 2014, 17:24, 2 replies)
So there I was, tripping balls, with my mum waiting outside the tent. It's testament to my massive reserves of self-control that I was able extricate myself from the situation before she cottoned on to what was really going on.
(, Thu 6 Mar 2014, 17:49, closed)
Imagine the crushing disappointment if she's not thick.
(, Fri 7 Mar 2014, 9:34, closed)
Other times she's clocked that one of my friends has taken something before I have
(, Fri 7 Mar 2014, 10:49, closed)
I'm sensing a lot of opportunities to mess with my kids' heads, when they're older.
(, Fri 7 Mar 2014, 11:11, closed)
Which seems to make mothers' faces melt right off.
(, Thu 6 Mar 2014, 17:47, closed)
(, Thu 6 Mar 2014, 17:50, closed)
Although experience* tells me that they tend to be more amused than appalled.
*experience may be imaginary
(, Thu 6 Mar 2014, 19:32, closed)
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