Drugs are bad.......Or could have been.
Many moons ago, I was at a friends house with quite a few mates. We started taking a few shrooms, 5 - 15 each. After the effects stated to kick in I get it stuck in my head thats nothings happening.(wrong) Ask my bro whos also at said house, if I could have some more. He gives me what he said is five more. Note: Never trust someone on Mushies. More like 100. I apparently do this a few more times....

Cue trip...weird visions...stuck in a room with 6-8 people all out off their faces, seeing invisible people, talking shite. A mess. Paranoid. Then my bro gives me an axe to play with. Not a good idea. I can remember trying to cut down invisible trees to make a house and fend off animals who were trying to attack us.

The axe was real as I woke up at mine cuddling said axe (only a small one) about two days later.

No one was injured, and yes I could and did fly (still convinced).

:/
(WonderMonkey, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 7:37, Reply)

I am too stupid to be allowed to live
Too much hash at a party and a nagging worry that I'd dissed some guy's bike: Then the paranoia really kicked in and I hallucinated that the guy was threatening to stick a knife in me. I was so terrified I felt my bowels give way with a crashing splutter so I beat a retreat to the bog. Once safely locked inside, I was greatly confused to find my undergarments unsoiled ( how do you hallucinate crapping yourself? I'd literally felt liquid shit running down my leg, for Christ's sakes)
Of course the evil narcotic was still spinning its magic; I could hear the bike owner talking to the party host and in my delerium I imagined he was threatening everyone at the house. Then I remembered that the host was a gun collector and kept an ex-army SLR in his closet ... I seriously pondered the practicalities of piling into the living room and pumping the biker full of 7.62mm rounds and yelling "it's OK folks, you're safe now" which would have made for interesting headlines the next day but fortunately a tiny little voice of reason kept me in the bog until the twitchiness subsided ...
(mudskipper, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 7:35, Reply)

Damn....
I regret the 2g of coke Ive had tonight, still not slept, college in 2 hours. Fuck.


My mate actually pissed himself on a street in Amsterdam shroomed up, because he said his legs were now part of the floor and couldnt move to go to a toilet.

I watched my brothers cap 'dance' on his head after 2 joints of skunk.

My brother though he would go to sleep on the pavement during a whitey on a main road at 9pm.

Thought my shadow was going to come alive and try and hurt me one time on shrooms.

Another mate on shrooms shaved half his body hair off. Like half his head on one side, one eyebrow on the same side, armpits, legs, pubes etc all on the same side. haha insane.
(PieEater, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 7:18, Reply)

Jade Goody.

( mike woz ere 7442200 & 7696970 getter, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 6:43, Reply)

.
Once, while on some particularly strong acid, I went to the toilet and saw an entire symphony orchestra playing in the bowl. I watched them play without a care in the world for a few minutes and then proceeded to piss all over them. I will never forget the look of terror on their faces, that scene caused my one and only 'bad trip' in my long acid career.
(Brundy, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 6:35, Reply)

Well here we go.
The most stupid thing I did on drugs was GCSE RE, I got an A

Funniest thing I have done on drugs was smoke wa-a-y too much then drink the bong milk, (seemed like a brilliant idea at the time).

As we finished the milk we one by one whitey-ed. I was the last one to get the bowl so after 5 other stoned adolescents.

When I was done I really didn't want to move so I called over my mates dog, a soppy but stupid labrador mongrel called alfie, and just got him to clean the bowl out. He ate it all, walked 3 steps away and then passed out. He lay there for 6 hours not moving and was incredably groggy when he finally did move.

Also the various stupid student antics like sleeping with a fat bird
( Neon Blue Ah ha ha haa! I feel positively capital!, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 6:33, Reply)

Here's a nice long one
You'll pardon me if I exclude some details, but I'm writing this from a country where the herb is extremely illegal. Anyway, I came back to Canada for Christmas to visit with one of the citizens of this country, who I may or may not have ever dated. Of course she wanted to sample the local flora, so I took her to a bar that was playing reggae and we got stoned with some old friends.

After that, we went to another bar where my best friend was playing some of his homemade techno music. He even sang along with an electronic version of "All Day and All of the Night" by the Kinks. It was pretty goofy.

So I turned to my companion and asked her what she thought of my friend's music.

"I hate it," came her reply.

I was a little taken aback with her frankness. Sure, we all thought it was pretty silly, but hate? So I offered to take her back to the reggae bar.

"I hate that place too."

I was stumped. "Okay, do you want to go back to my parents' place?"

She shook her head. "I hate it there too."

By now I was starting to sense a pattern. "What do you think of my dog Mickey?(whom she loved)"

"I hate him."

She then confirmed that she hated every other noun on the planet. I knew that we had a big problem coming, and I had to take a huge piss, so I got up to relieve myself before continuing. On the way to the washroom, I asked a friend to keep an eye on her while I was gone, because I was worried.

Well my girlfriend saw me talking to this girl, and then the girl came over and sat down with her, so she knew what I was trying to do. So as soon as this girl turned her back, my girlfriend ran out of the bar. It was fortunately not a cold night, maybe around -5 C.

I came out of the washroom and was pointed to the door. When I ran out I just saw her turning a corner, so I ran after her. She wouldn't stop for me, or even speak English to me. She ran away and I followed close behind. Finally, after a few more blocks, I stopped her and sat her down on a bench.

She was so messed up she couldn't even speak English. She told me she wanted to go to her home country and eat pig intestines stuffed with vegetables (no, not haggis), which is a pretty weird thing to get the munchies for.

Anyway, we managed to sort things out. She hated it in Canada and she hated being with me, so the next day I'd change her ticket so she could leave early. We decided to go home and sleep, likely in separate rooms.

Just as we stood up, she said "Wait, I'm okay now." It turned out she had absolutely no control over what she'd been saying, and for the last ten minutes she'd been trapped in her own body as she said and did these things which she didn't mean at all.

I was alarmed, to say the least, and I didn't want her trying it again. We did though, and there was never another problem.
(racetraitor has an alibi for, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 6:20, Reply)

Warped Halloween
This year, I decided that Halloween needed to be a little more interesting, so I decided to spice things up with some psychedelics. I spent weeks preparing for it, and the results were amazing.

Now, you may or may not have heard of this, but every Halloween in North Carolina is celebrated by the world's largest party in Chapel Hill, on Franklin Street. Imagine a hundred thousand people (literally) having the time of their lives blockaded within a five or six block area of the University of North Carolina.

Everyone tries to out-do the others with costumes. Some memorable ones: a giant four-man penis, accompanied by a vagina, which proceeded to fuck in the middle of a common area; a walking "tool" box; Spiderman, who spent a few hours hanging from a tree; and countless demons, hookers, rock stars, witches, and celebrities.

Now, since alcohol is prohibited within the blockaded area, and plenty of helping friendly cops are willing to search you, everyone gets plastered beforehand (or simply parties outside of the blockaded area).

I decided some mushrooms would be perfect for the occasion. But always one to outdo myself, I went one step further. Ever heard of Hawaiian Baby Woodrose? It produces a chemical that's pretty similar to LSD. I extracted this chemical with everclear the week before, and on Halloween night I drank the resulting solution.

As I walked the warped sidewalks of Franklin Street, everything seemed so real. The whores were going into dark alleys, the demons were chasing the whores, and the giant penises really were fucking the giant vaginas.

A demon stopped and asked me for a cigarette lighter. Though I could not give him one, my friend did, and as the flame illuminated his evil face, I became terrified. I ran, screaming, away from him as fast as I could!

I didn't get very far. After about three strides, I trip on my own shoes and do a faceplant into the grass.

Although it takes me a minute to realize what's happened, I soon understand. I imagine myself, in my Halloween costume, doing that faceplant. Without getting up, or even rolling over, I have the most satisfying laugh of my life.
(tefu, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 5:44, Reply)

trophies
i have a habit of collecting mementos of a night out. these can be something small and un-noticeable like a floor tile, to larger items such as traffic cones and...

the 4ft high men at work roadsign that turned up in my living room one Sunday afternoon.

as the day wore on and my confusion at how said item had appeared somewhat dissipated, i had a recollection of locating the roadsign about 2 miles from my house, and deciding it was my sole mission to get it home (no idea why, drugs hey?)

cue much munted huffing and puffing and most of my street being woken up at 4am by the loud clanging noise it made with every step i took.

that was nearly 10 years ago. i still haven't shaken off the habit, which would go some way to explaining how i managed to wake up in bed with the removable front wheel of a mountain bike.

my memory eventually returned me to Hurstville (about 40 minutes from Bondi by train) where i'd seen the wheel and yep you guessed, made it my mission to get it home.

as a side-story, i clearly remember a munted girl sitting nearby. when we got off the train at Bondi, i was behind her on the escalator and as we passed the metal bollard at the top, she stopped, looked at it, gave it a bit of a stroke, smiled, and carried on.

meanwhile i'm behind her pissing myself laughing until i realise that i'm in the same boat, looking wasted and carrying a bike wheel.

not sure whether to return it to Hurstville or stick it on eBay...
(squirrelysquirrel, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 5:32, Reply)

Pop goes the cherry
Recently, two good friends of mine were hanging out. They'd dropped some Hawian baby woodrose and had a bit to smoke and to drink. They got to discussing a topic they've always agreed on:eco fascism- forcing people to be kind to the planet and all that. What would be the perfect symbol for their campaign of terror, they thought? How about a backwards, green swastika?

Like the dutiful pair they are, they immediately cut a stencil and took to the streets.

Where they were promptly picked up by the police, spent the night in the cells and were told of the charges they now face.
(Generator cannot be named for legal reasons, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 5:28, Reply)

hash.. :|
The first time i tried hash i was baked off my ass. my friends were all .like " man its kool nuthin will happen" but to make a long story short...i stole from a candy store.. trashed my bike.. and ate half of an extra large pizza topped with skittles.. talk about a sore stomach
(flyrider, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 4:01, Reply)

Pinball Wizzard
In a pub next to Manchester Oxford Rd Station I got the best pinball score ever in the whole entire world, or that's what I thought.

Apparantly, after taking a couple of trips, what really happened was that I spent a rather long time with my forehead glued to the glass on the top of the pinball table frantically flipping the flippers. There wasn't even any credits on the machine.

Ah well, cheap night out.
(lawlam, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 3:51, Reply)

Well, from what I can remember
after a two month long session on the wacky baccy, I sober up in the middle of taking an order in Dominos Pizza. Apparently, I'd been working there for a fortnight or something...

I realise I mention this a lot, but I'm a bit concerend about what I get up to when I go on a binge....
If you have any infomation, any sightings, please let me know
( Captain Tripps is your taxloss lover from Liverpool, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 3:27, Reply)

magic mushrooms
are the greatest things ever. laughing so hard that i was crying in my local tescos at midnight, solely due to my peshwari naan appearing to talk to me. then again, my eyes had been streaming with water for a good 4 hours from a rigid smile on my face. everything is good and wonderful on shrooms. and now you cannae buy any anymore.

those mad, mad politicians and their flying machines. :(
(Heffer foiled, once again, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 2:59, Reply)

i did a bong for the first time at uni
hit me in like 5 mins and i was completely roffling all over the place... virtua tennis on the dreamcast has never been so funny.

next morning landlady pays an unexpected visit to the house to find baking trays covered in beans, mincemeat and all other sorts of crap mixed up from the cupboard.. munchies had hit us hard...

then she spots my passed out housemate on the couch with some tights on his head (you should try it, pull them over your head then pull them up at the top) and says "how can you live like this! you're a disgrace!"

i just shrugged my shoulders and said "we're students..."
( northernwifeb3ta is going to Dubai in December :D for "work", Fri 16 Dec 2005, 2:09, Reply)

Orange Juice
A little off topic but still interesting. My dad grew up in the sixties in a small town in Pennsylvania. Imagine his mothers suprise when opening the door to leave for work and finding a completly naked woman hiding in their hedges. When his mom went to go help the poor girl, she looked at her and screamed, "DONT TOUCH ME, I'LL TURN INTO ORANGE JUICE." Apparently she was completly serious and the ambulance had to be called to take her away. Wonder what she had taken. I also know a kid who can't go to sleep unless he's stoned and listening to dream weaver.
(If your not a manc your a wank, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 1:20, Reply)

Not me but a work colleague
...who had pulled some random gurner of an evening and ended up back at their gaffe.

Anyhoo, said colleague wakes up in the middle of the night to find gurner missing from bed with front door _wide_ open. Proceeds to check every room in the house, not finding her, decides she's done a runner.

Goes to the kitchen to see what the fridge has to offer in the way of fizzy-good, turns round to see said gurner squatting on lino, pissing freely, and stroking the surface of an unplugged iron against her face while moaning softly.

At which point she opens her eyes wide and shrieks "STOP TALKING"

mentalist

Same colleague also managed on a short trip to Milan some time ago to

- sleep in an aircraft hanger
- shit himself in public in a crowded restaurant
- cause the evacuation of said restaurant due to the stench
- go head-first through a glass coffee table while caining a rail

All in one evening.

legend
(mymilkshakebringsallthemongstotheyard poison hearts, poison minds - joining hate, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 23:43, Reply)

Me mums THC transformation
My mother was bought up as a strict Catholic, something she never relinquished even during her alcoholic phase (about 25 years duration).
Sitting with my sister and mum one night, mum comments that she's out of ciggies so I offer to pop around the local store to get some more. "No, I'm going to bed soon anyway" she replies "I'll just have one of your sisters rollups".
She had said 'rollup' without being aware of its' true content and I was confronted with a very different creature indeed. Gone was the uptight, complaining, venomous mother I knew so well and here was this funny, articulate, loving woman who bared her soul to me.
Wow.
She was pretty cool the next day too, but it sort of faded out by mid morning.

She's coming to visit me next year. I think peyote tea might be the go.
(emadex thinks the world will end on, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 23:43, Reply)

Bad nose
Many moons ago I was sitting in the bar of my local it was a Sunday afernoon. I happened to mention to a friend that for some unknown reason my nose hurt like hell he just started laughing because apparently the night before we had both consumed a heck of a lot of alcohol and a few 'ciggys' according to said mate I stumbled up to him and said "Fuck me I'm stoned I could really use a hard punch on the nose"
So he obliged,
I said "aghhh what the fuck did you do that for"

I have no real recollection of the above and I've not really touched the stuff since.
( Terry Oblong There's nobody here but us chickens on, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 23:14, Reply)

DRUGS!!!
okay okay. where to start.....
got some acid (first and only time so far)
got some acid from dude but the only thing is no one could do anything so i was stuck in my room got bored and desided to try it.
so i let it desolve put in animal house fucking awsome then hackers OMFG HEAVEN.

hey I enjoyed my self.
(EvilHippie, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 23:12, Reply)

The Magic Roundabout
About 15 years ago at college, mashed on weed, watched "Dougal And The Blue Cat".


I am still convinced to this day that it's the best film ever.

(Cherry popped after years residing in lurksville).
(nearlythere listens to Pure Reason Revolution, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 22:30, Reply)

i'm most fond of hallucinogens.
always have been, really. my older sister and i used to drop acid when i still had webbed toes. our foolish mother had no idea what we were on about even when we weren't stoned, but she was miserable in general, so we avoided her.

one day, while high, we were subjected to one of her idiotic harangues, so we decided to dose her to see if it would help. we dissolved a couple of tabs in her iced tea and to our surprise she mellowed out quite a bit and even became somewhat pleasant. if lsd were cheaper, i think i'd have kept her dosed for the entire time i was in her house.

my dad died of cancer this past year, and he was in a lot of pain near the end. i have a medical marijuana permit (but who needs one? it's just in case i get caught), so i convinced him to eat some lovely infused butter to numb the pain. he appreciated it.

remember, kids, you may want to medicate your parents before it's too late.
( postbear has metal knees, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 22:25, Reply)

The worst experience I've had...
Was a few months ago. Went to a club (one that's open 'til 7 in the morning), & consumed, over the course of the night, two disco biscuits & a negligable dab of speed. An amount of drugs well within my capabilites.

However, during the evening, some twunt decided to spike my drink. Being already wasted, I didn't really notice anything too wrong until near the end of the night, other when things suddenly became very blurry, & I got the distinct impression death was imminent. My mates, being largely munted, also failed to spot anything was wrong.

I don't remember getting home at all, other than leaning on one of my mates, trying not to be sick.

Spent the next few days feeling like crap. It didn't even occur to me that I'd been spiked until a week or so later, when a mate described a simliar thing happening to him in the same venue.

The best experience would be at a music festival afterparty, sitting with about twenty friends doing lines of coke whilst talking bollocks. It was more fun than it sounds. Honest.

Apologies for length of line...
( Sylia Stingray is pilfering the biscuits on, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 22:09, Reply)

smokes
had only really got stoned on medium and high strength draw a few years back, tho i reckon some of it had other stuff in it, but didn't care, it was cool.

so many incidents to mention, and many forgotten, ha.

Have grabbed hold of an electric fence, fell on barbed wire fence (trend here?) hooked up with a scally in Gran Canaria who'd smuggled a bar 'into' the country coz u don't quite know what the # you are getting.

Have literally dove over a 5 foot fence, and landed the other side, without a single scratch. watched myself and my mates from the ceiling, i woulda swore blind i left the sofa and managed to climb the walls (?)

I was Sniper Pvt Jackson in Saving Private Ryan with that 22 Air Rifle loaded with darts, know he was my mate, but they willingly volunteered to run through the field, beauty to the ass (ha!) we seemed to have a concerning number of weapons then, fortunately destroyed them when straight. was very funny seeing Larry getting shot in the leg with a BB pistol, all he did was knock on the door to see if we were in.

hit the phone book, making crank calls, didn't do emergency services (kept a bit of sense) tried to enroll an imaginary one legged hermaphradite into a local youth football team, had had some pretty cool speech applications done running off of an Amiga 500 that had some pretty wicked sounding voices on it, you just need to be able to type quick and you have a room full of people pissing themselves with laughter (oh, and the victim on speaker)

Went round a mates to help him decorate his new flat, he did all the work, i nicked a milk bottle top, a bottle of coke, an a smarty tube, think most of you can guess what it was made into, those card board tubes go really quickly when wet.

That other night on smokes and absinthe was one of the best, i floated over that bridge in Salisbury (the mill something?) and had vague images, later confirmed, of a mate walkin past the Chapel (you'll now if you've been there) with his chap in his hand and his jeans round his ankles (again if you've been there you'll know the layout and amount, ha)

were just teens screwing around, never shot at an animal or abused others (other than ourselves) just stoopid stoners, ha
(1_not_so_careful_owner, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 22:06, Reply)

Fried fookin breakfasts...
I didn't regret going to glastonbury in 1997. I certainly didn't regret taking the biggest stash i'd ever owned up to that point: a hefty bag of grass, a sheet of 20 nice acid, 20 or so pills, few grams of whizz, a little chunk of opium, and in true Fear and Loathing style, about a pint of ether purloined from college...the only downer was a lack of mushies, but we managed to score those within 5 minutes of sitting down and asking a chicken and mushroom pastie i'd brought to give us a hand and sort out a meeting with its more hallucinogenic brethren.

So we ate, and drank, and snorted...and came up smiling on Friday night, where we decided to pick up the pace. Mushies, pills, fat spliff with a bit of opium, good huff of ether...was all going swimmingly but i started to come up, hard. I needed to come down a little, and toking as hard as i could on the j wasn't helping. I was letting it get a bit flaky, but i'd just managed to reel it in, calmed down a bit and maaged to convince myself the sky was still attached to the groud, my mates hadn't actually turned into piles of bones. That's when the Tofu Love Frogs (quality festival regulars), decided to bring out their 'dancing vegetable squad'. Here was I, 17, with a head full of narcotics, being confronted by 4 blokes on stage dressed as, mainly, carrots and broccoli.

Bit much.

So I ran. Far, up to the green fields, clutching nothing but a bottle of ether and a couple of spliffs. After an interlude of tryign to stop myself lifting off by holding on HARD to the ground, i managed to calm down and passed out for a little while. What i didnt noticed was i'd spilt ether all over my legs. Someone must have dropped a fag end near me, because as i awoke, peaking furiously, I seemed to be on fire, and trying to put me out was some performance art troupe dressed as a full english breakfast.

The last thing i remember was kicking a bloke dressed as a fried egg in the nads, and hightailing it from the stone circle with my trousers on fire, screaming about brunch.

Top fun. Did it all again the following year, without the ether.
(jeed, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 21:58, Reply)

My one and only drug story
I have, honest to goodness, only smoked pot once. And it was a waste. Now booze, on the other hand... Anyway.

There was a young lady who I thought would be more *ahem* agreeable if I did things her way first. Desperate for some lovin', I popped my drug cherry on some residue in a crinkled Pepsi can.

Right at the moment, her boyfriend called. My first and last drug buzz came and went while she explained to him what we were doing, and my chances of convincing her went down the tube.

To sum up, blew my "drug free" bragging rights, got paranoid, didn't get a good high or any nookie from it. How do people get addicted to that stuff?
( setimret likes his metaphors mixed, not stirred, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 21:50, Reply)

butterflys!!
Ha,just remembered,at leeds festifal 2 years ago,after much mdma and coke snorting,was talking to a couple of lovely girls ,needed to blow my nose,so did so,then asked if they wanted to see a butterfly,they said yes,so should them the contents of the hanky,looked like a squished red admiral,yummy.
(markoyotojakamoto, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 21:33, Reply)

Poppers
I didnt know it was possible,But when i was 15 I od'd on poppers,I wondered why my fingernails and lips were blue and i was ghostly white,found out in medical book i'd o'd'd and those were the side effects,since then i've develepoed a great coke habit and taken every other drug apart from crystal meth and smack.I'm also a respected pillar of the community
(markoyotojakamoto, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 21:24, Reply)

Drugs it's me, the not it's talking
In university we had a large common room where we projected 16mm movies every Thursday.

Two projectors. At a precise instant, you had to start the second projector, then start up the lamp while killing the lamp on the first, and stopping it, so as to achieve a smooth transition from one reel to the next,

Practice made perfect until week four when several of my friends showed up with the latest shipment from Detroit. We skinned efficiently while a reel finished. What could possibly go wrong?

Time for the transition. Turn on the second machine, light the lamp. Beauty! The machine starts, no problem.

Wait! There's something else I hafta do. Oh yeah - stop the first machine. Excellent! Wait - why is that girl's face starting to burn from the nose outward. Oh Christ - the fire is consuming her face, her body and everything around her! Oh no ... OH No ... OHHHHH NOOOOO!

Three stoners crying "Oh no!" from the projection booth while the audience turns and stares until the idiot projectionist (me) remembers to turn off the lamp on projector one. Oh well - a quick splice, and the film will be good as new. Hey Tom, roll another one.
(Just a stub, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 21:19, Reply)