We were tripping on magic mushrooms and BOY were we tripping
We were four of us, and to a man and woman a completely incompetent, giggling loony mess.

We decided that it was all too much for everyone else, and that the kindest thing would be for us to go home, where we could listen to our own tunes and spaz out however we liked without the worry of upsetting anyone.

We came out of the club and got into a cab and dear Christ we were high. We were giggling, outright laughing, offering the cabbie some M&Ms at one point telling him we just wanted to go home not the bleedin moon hahahahahahahahahaha just can we go home via the garage because we need fags too please and probably a cashpoint because we'll need money for the thing that you know food and we'd been driving for bloody ages when we suddenly realised we were still outside the club and the terrified cabbie was saying over and over in a frightened voice "I'm not a cab! I'm not a cab!"
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 20 Sep 2010, 12:28, 3 replies)

When I had a big Peugeot drunks were always climbing in and asking to be taken home
If they were young girls I'd oblige, if it wasn't too far out of my way. Silly sods.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Mon 20 Sep 2010, 14:04, closed)

Oh that's jolly decent of you.
We were two BIG lads, me, and a pretty nutty girl, and all of us pretty scummy.

Poor guy, because I think we took about 10 minutes to realise.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 20 Sep 2010, 14:23, closed)

Haha!
The way they fuck with your perception of time is crazy. Especially when you think you haven't said anything for ages, so you make some inane comment so people don't think you're being a quiet weirdo, then end up babbling utter drivel nonsense.
( SigmaX0 Dear Die Hard. You rock!, Mon 20 Sep 2010, 14:44, closed)