Greenwich sicking.
Not very long ago at all, just before they decided to ruin everyones future summers and make the sale of Magic Mushrooms illegal, myself and a friend decided that we'd have one big going out on the cheeky little fellas.

My mate Paul headed in to Camden one day and purchased some dirty, smelly, evil looking mushies. I turned up at his house, then we headed in to Greenwich park for a sit down.

Anyway. We settle down, with a lovely view of the park, a few beers, and some chocolate flavoured Yop(it makes the 'shrooms go down easier).

A little while later, I'm seeing all sorts of mad shit, and I can't stop laughing and it's suggested that we crack in to the second box that he's brought. What a great idea I think. But we've run out of Yop. I try to cram the sweaty horrible mess of a 'shroom in to my mouth. I've closed my eyes, I'm holding my nose, and all of a sudden after dropping it in, and trying to chew it, it dawns on me. I've just put a massive spider in my mouth, I can even feel it's massive long legs trying to force their way back out, prying my lips apart.

It's horrible. I spit the offending spider out and realise that it's not a spider at all, it's just a mushroom. I try again with a fresh(fresh my arse) one. No good, I suddenly crack, my stomach rumbles and with a heroic effort I run away from where we're sitting and vomit.

Well that's what I thought I'd done. I'd actually just leant sideways and thrown up right there. Right next to where we're sitting. I realise the dangers straight away, and try to tell Paul that we need to leave as soon as possible. Paul however is fucked and just looks at me blankly.

And then, the thing that I saw happening in my worst nightmares happens. A woman and her dog come in to view. Oh no. It's coming straight for us. I know exactly what's going to happen. The dog can smell it, it heads right in to the midst of us, as I try to hide the sick under a plastic bag. The woman is at present a little way away but she can obviously see my attempts at manhandling her dog away. I'm trying to make it look as though I'm trying to roughly stroke the dog, but it probably doens't look that way to her. In actual fact, I'm just pushing the dogs face in to my sick. It doesn't seem to mind.

The woman gets closer and closer, calling the dog, but surprise surprise, the dog doesn't want to know. It's got some tasty grub. The look on that poor womans face as she got closer, and realised what was going on will haunt me forever. The last I saw of her, was as she picked her dog up out of my big brown puddle of chocolate milkshake and mushroom sick and stalked away.
(headwood, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 19:28, 1 reply)

You get a click for this!
I once remember desperately trying to bring up some mushrooms while in the middle of a slightly unpleasant trip, but my gag reflex was totally shot.

I think I managed to MTFU and enjoy myself mind...
( TheMattInAHat has a particular... odour..., Fri 8 Jan 2010, 19:56, closed)