Wildest Drug Story
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Lyndsee replied on Wed Oct 12, 2005 @ 9:29pm |
 Coolness: 35580 | yeah well im preety stupid i went to a funeral on Speed.... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» BeAtJuNkIe replied on Wed Oct 12, 2005 @ 9:46pm |
 Coolness: 48470 | i took 2 grams of shrooms about 6 hours before flying home from florida...i got all paranoid and shit at the airport and in montreal i was still a bit buzzed. i had partied on a beach in clearwater the night before and was disheveled...at customs of course they fucking searched my shit while i tried my best not to spazz out....there was alot of that on the flight too |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» moondancer replied on Thu Oct 13, 2005 @ 12:11am |
 Coolness: 92280 | If I ever find someone at a funeral of someone I love on speed, I will kill them with my bare hands. That is all. go on. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Mico replied on Thu Oct 13, 2005 @ 3:29am |
 Coolness: 150475 | As for the funeneral bit;
"A gramme of SOMA will cure ten sentiments" My craziest experience with drugs was probably this one time I took shrooms with a bunch of friends in a forest at Ayers Cliff. And couple of firends and I, brilliantly thought of wandering around this vast forest in the middle of the country in hopes of having a "wild drug story" to brag about. Sure enough, half an hour in our trek, we were completely fucking lost... following whatever path fell before us, to the point where we simply gave up on relying on our direction sence to guide us to whatever destination we were imagining to reach. Being so frustrated -due to the fact that ever turn we took, whether it were left or right, thinking it would take us back to our camp site, really ended up being the shore of some god damned lake, or some 'private property'. As we doubled back, once again we faced a lake. Again and again no matter where we went, we ended up facing water. Finally coming to the conclusion that were stranded on a god forsaken island, inhabited with 'prvate properties'... our mushrooms peaked. Sundenly, trees and trails -for me at least- turned into the Mario Land. We all started laughing about the point system we invented; 10-points for hearing funny sounds, 20-if you saw something you thought was real... and a million points if you could figure out 'where the fuck we were!!!' Eventually, despite the fact that we were in a forest in the middle of the country, we found ourselves in some type suburb... ... Nice lawns, drive ways, even cable TV -from what we saw through their living-room bay windows. Completely perplexed as 'what the fuck was going on.' We decided to try and a smoke a cigarette. Except we were so high we didn't undertand how? Fire? Ok... So we deduced we needed fire to light our Cigarette. So we went on a mission to find Fire. To no avail. We walked -for what seemed hours- to the end of a street where we found a well. We thought: 'WATER!" 'There must be FIRE, near by!!" So we walked back to the other end of the street... and one of us found a pack of matches in our pockets. After buring every single match without lighting a cigarette... we were determined to find the camp site where there surely would be a fire burning to light our smokes. Evenutally -after much debate- we found ourselves before -what we agreed to be- the entrance to the Godforasken forest from which we came from which that we came from -that (ofcourse) was 'surrounded by water'- then we courageously ventured forward, hopelessly, hoping againt hope that we would find our camp before daylight. Once again our point system came into play as we tried to figure out 'what that sound was' or 'if this is path really existed' when fell before a Mansion. This mansion seemed familiar. We walked to the door step. Opened the door. Peeked inside. And to our surprise... heard the sounds of hysterical laughter. The hysterical laugter ofcourse came from the other retarded drug consumers, that we were camping with!! We finally figured out that the mansion belonged to our friend who 'owned the (private) property'... ... but the phone rang. Since our friend wasn't acutally the owner, nor allowed to have 15-people high on Drugs in her parents house, we silently allowed the answering machine to pick up the call... : Hello, this is Maggie from Sears Canada, we were just calling to infrom you of our special offer..." ... blah, blah... ... 90% of us being tele-marketers, laughed our asses off... but to what exactly? ... We didn't know. All we knew is that it is was funny. And in the end , we managed to light our cigarettes at a campfire, sustained by clothing that belonged to the step-wife that owned the property... ... and it was fun. TH END -Mico! |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» moondancer replied on Fri Oct 14, 2005 @ 12:01am |
| Coolness: 92280 | explain! |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PaT_ replied on Tue Oct 18, 2005 @ 6:55pm |
 Coolness: 116310 | i took drugs once and woke up french
beat that |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Mico replied on Wed Oct 19, 2005 @ 2:09am |
| Coolness: 150475 | I was french once, then I woke up English.
And I was 3-years old!! HA! |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Mali replied on Wed Oct 19, 2005 @ 3:19am |
 Coolness: 202130 | I woke up with a french girl once .. on my right side, and a english girl on my left!
ah ha! |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Wed Oct 19, 2005 @ 6:28am |
 Coolness: 685605 | I need to do whatever the hell you did that night! Tell me the name of this wonder-drug! |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» moondancer replied on Wed Oct 19, 2005 @ 6:55am |
| Coolness: 92280 | Originally posted by PAT...
i took drugs once and woke up french beat that bahahahaha |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» caro replied on Wed Oct 19, 2005 @ 9:30am |
 Coolness: 151955 | Originally posted by PAT...
i took drugs once and woke up french beat that he REALLY thought he was french tho. not only that. he was next to a french girl. and he wouldn't shut up. tabarbnack. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Mr_Frog replied on Wed Oct 19, 2005 @ 10:37am |
 Coolness: 97115 | Originally posted by [SCREWHEAD]...
I need to do whatever the hell you did that night! Tell me the name of this wonder-drug! I don't know for her, but I can tell you that Sangria works, with red wine of course! hehe |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_rider replied on Wed Oct 19, 2005 @ 9:26pm |
 Coolness: 42260 | Crazy drug stories...
In rural areas, so much fighting, because of coke... Week after week, the same thing... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack replied on Fri Oct 28, 2005 @ 1:26am |
| Coolness: 71450 | i had san pedro tea two nights ago and fell asleep
and woke up soon after thank you quite sane and proper thank you visionary but if you want to know since we are talking about 'mess' (the good one above and teh fake one below) the first (and last) time i took pcp was with a seasoned mess vet and i ended up sniffing two fat lines of this crap and the post nasal drip tasted tasty like a baby formula with a bitterness so i was kinda swallowing it down as it dripped from my nose (kinda salty from my snots too) so here i am standing on the overlook on mount royal tripping the fuck out looking over montreal at night with all those funny little lights everywhere not feeling my legs anymore and just freaked the fuck out not feeling too welll buddy driving the car snorts a few more rails of this nasty milk formula mess and we drive down that hill towards mt-royal street i decides to be be sick so i stick my head out the window and puke except the wind made it so that the barfiness flies right back into the back seat we stop at the gas station on sherbrooke and st laurent for gas and here i am in a complete fucking psychosis thinking i am in a reality show and i am cleanign up my barf in this stupid parking lot with the cops watching and the rest of america high the fuck on mess we stop near sona back when it was still sona and he wants to go party some more there it must have been the jazz fest and i laid down on some info panel structure thingy i kind of forget the rest but that's the end of my sucky story with sucky drugs but yeah the tea was proper have a good lunch |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Mico replied on Fri Oct 28, 2005 @ 3:57pm |
| Coolness: 150475 | that was gross |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» trashandsuicide replied on Tue Nov 1, 2005 @ 1:53am |
 Coolness: 75285 | Originally posted by MICO!...
As for the funeneral bit; "A gramme of SOMA will cure ten sentiments" My craziest experience with drugs was probably this one time I took shrooms with a bunch of friends in a forest at Ayers Cliff. And couple of firends and I, brilliantly thought of wandering around this vast forest in the middle of the country in hopes of having a "wild drug story" to brag about. Sure enough, half an hour in our trek, we were completely fucking lost... following whatever path fell before us, to the point where we simply gave up on relying on our direction sence to guide us to whatever destination we were imagining to reach. Being so frustrated -due to the fact that ever turn we took, whether it were left or right, thinking it would take us back to our camp site, really ended up being the shore of some god damned lake, or some 'private property'. As we doubled back, once again we faced a lake. Again and again no matter where we went, we ended up facing water. Finally coming to the conclusion that were stranded on a god forsaken island, inhabited with 'prvate properties'... our mushrooms peaked. Sundenly, trees and trails -for me at least- turned into the Mario Land. We all started laughing about the point system we invented; 10-points for hearing funny sounds, 20-if you saw something you thought was real... and a million points if you could figure out 'where the fuck we were!!!' Eventually, despite the fact that we were in a forest in the middle of the country, we found ourselves in some type suburb... ... Nice lawns, drive ways, even cable TV -from what we saw through their living-room bay windows. Completely perplexed as 'what the fuck was going on.' We decided to try and a smoke a cigarette. Except we were so high we didn't undertand how? Fire? Ok... So we deduced we needed fire to light our Cigarette. So we went on a mission to find Fire. To no avail. We walked -for what seemed hours- to the end of a street where we found a well. We thought: 'WATER!" 'There must be FIRE, near by!!" So we walked back to the other end of the street... and one of us found a pack of matches in our pockets. After buring every single match without lighting a cigarette... we were determined to find the camp site where there surely would be a fire burning to light our smokes. Evenutally -after much debate- we found ourselves before -what we agreed to be- the entrance to the Godforasken forest from which we came from which that we came from -that (ofcourse) was 'surrounded by water'- then we courageously ventured forward, hopelessly, hoping againt hope that we would find our camp before daylight. Once again our point system came into play as we tried to figure out 'what that sound was' or 'if this is path really existed' when fell before a Mansion. This mansion seemed familiar. We walked to the door step. Opened the door. Peeked inside. And to our surprise... heard the sounds of hysterical laughter. The hysterical laugter ofcourse came from the other retarded drug consumers, that we were camping with!! We finally figured out that the mansion belonged to our friend who 'owned the (private) property'... ... but the phone rang. Since our friend wasn't acutally the owner, nor allowed to have 15-people high on Drugs in her parents house, we silently allowed the answering machine to pick up the call... : Hello, this is Maggie from Sears Canada, we were just calling to infrom you of our special offer..." ... blah, blah... ... 90% of us being tele-marketers, laughed our asses off... but to what exactly? ... We didn't know. All we knew is that it is was funny. And in the end , we managed to light our cigarettes at a campfire, sustained by clothing that belonged to the step-wife that owned the property... ... and it was fun. TH END -Mico! That... was amazing. For some reason that story is pretty much the EXACT same trip that I had a few years back. Except.. I really can't remember the details of mine. I was "in charge" of our escapade, and was making decisions based on the suggestions of everyone else, I had a system you see... but I can't remember what it was. This is rambling... anyways... similar story, similar points system, similar "quest"... blah blah... snuck into a tent that we were sure we didn't own but did... the end... |
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