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!

Originally posted by SCOTTYP...

People who use the word "plur" should be euthanized.

Originally posted by ALIEN ZED...

"Water isn't your only weakness Sara, your other weakness is me!" -Mindhunters
what a bad movie...