I Smoked Some Drugs (And The Drugs Won)
When I was sixteen, I was not good with drugs. I had hardly even touched them, in fact, and so it was with great trepidation that, on a cold November's eve, sitting in an abandoned hotel gazebo, I took from an acquaintance the proffered joint.

"It'll be okay," I told myself. "It's just pot. It's not proper drugs. This'll get me some cred."

Reader, I smoked it. I felt ill, but it passed. I felt dizzy, but this too passed. I began to laugh, and eventually this also passed.

Then later on I threw up on a girl's breasts and fell down the stairs, but don't tell anyone.
(Sir Harrington Titsmith disgraced himself on, Sun 18 Jan 2009, 20:22, 4 replies)

Haha oops!
Me and a friend once ate what turned out to be the equivalent of a jointsworth of hash between us.

I am told I used the words "I want my mum!" and had the doctor called out to me. I felt a right lemon when it wore off, 3 DAYS later!

Surprisingly, I tried it again several years later.... 2 puffs of grass through a bong led to an entire evening of paranoia and me not uttering a word for 3 hours, again followed by 3 days of not being able to function normally.

Me and drugs don't get on.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Sun 18 Jan 2009, 20:32, closed)

eating a jointsworth would do almost fuck all
surely?
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Mon 19 Jan 2009, 9:52, closed)

You'd think so!
I was under the impression we'd eaten shed loads of it, but my mate assures me it was hardly anything. I just seem to take a bad reaction to the stuff.
In fact..... the story is quite amusing and sort of fits.....
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Mon 19 Jan 2009, 20:12, closed)

My flatmate and I ate his late aunt's prescription hash cookies
Don't really think there's such a thing as prescription hash cookies, but there was about 3 or 4 times more hash in them than you're meant to have. Polished one off between us, which doesn't sound that impressive, and it wasn't at the time as I forgot.

Half an hour later we were laughing madly at a boring story of a bus trip. Then we went to a chinese buffet and ate about 30-odd duck pancakes between us, and the rest.

Was good, apart from the feeling I'd pissed myself which I ultimately did a bit after straining too hard at the 6th trip to the bog
(Stu in the hat is frothing at the gash, Mon 19 Jan 2009, 2:37, closed)