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oh come on............................ we've all taken some type of drug or drink that made us whacked. Medicinal even :cool:

conversation with Nirvana few minutes ago - - -

fem: I need money and I need it now. I need a how to get rich scheme that really works.
nirvana: I've thought of a new way to get rich. Make rabbit hutches and use really cheap wood and mesh, and sell it for £40
fem: Should we sand it down? Otherwise the rabbits will get splinters . . .
nirvana: Yes, and a rabbits wear Wellies in the woods

:D


your turn. what have you done that's weird or funny while you were Hiiiiiiigh?
 
As soon as I can remember the last time I was high, I'll let you know. It's been a very long time. I think Reagan was in the first year of his first term.

Does drunbk count? ;)
 
rgraham666 said:
As soon as I can remember the last time I was high, I'll let you know. It's been a very long time. I think Reagan was in the first year of his first term.

Does drunbk count? ;)


yup. drubnk counts :)
 
i was fucking high as shit one night and started to type a PM to someone on Lit (I can't remember who lol) and in the recipient box i typed i'maweebitstoned

:rolleyes:
 
rgraham666 said:
As soon as I can remember the last time I was high, I'll let you know. It's been a very long time. I think Reagan was in the first year of his first term.

Does drunbk count? ;)

Aha! There's your solution to your prob, Rob. If profs up there can smoke doobies in class, surely you can get your mitts on some. :D
 
Watching the news with relatives after a sad funeral, and they reported the first test tube sheep or something. One family member commented, "Call her 'Suzy X.'"

My mouth knew the response and I started to speak before my brain supplied it, but the brain caught right up: "Suzy Pyr-X."

:D

(I know I was stoned because this occurred during the single time I got high, which lasted for 25 years.)
 
I went to an off-licence one evening and for reasons that will forever remain a mystery to me, I tried to open the left of two glass doors. I pushed and pulled for ages, but it was locked. The guys behind the counter stared at me in utter amazement. I even ventured to point out to them, that it was still half an hour before closing time, when I realised that the right door was wide open. First thing I heard when I eventually got in was: "I think the chap has had quite enough already." :D
 
Kev H said:
Aha! There's your solution to your prob, Rob. If profs up there can smoke doobies in class, surely you can get your mitts on some. :D

I have an extraordinarily low tolerance for THC. Three hits and I'm so ripped that if you dropped a live hand grenade in my lap my reaction would be, "*snort* I'm fucked."

Anyway, I'm insane and have quite enough problems with my perception even unaltered by drugs. ;)
 
past_perfect said:
I went to an off-licence one evening and for reasons that will forever remain a mystery to me, I tried to open the left of two glass doors. I pushed and pulled for ages, but it was locked. The guys behind the counter stared at me in utter amazement. I even ventured to point out to them, that it was still half an hour before closing time, when I realised that the right door was wide open. First thing I heard when I eventually got in was: "I think the chap has had quite enough already." :D
LMAO!!! :D
 
past_perfect said:
I went to an off-licence one evening and for reasons that will forever remain a mystery to me, I tried to open the left of two glass doors. I pushed and pulled for ages, but it was locked. The guys behind the counter stared at me in utter amazement. I even ventured to point out to them, that it was still half an hour before closing time, when I realised that the right door was wide open. First thing I heard when I eventually got in was: "I think the chap has had quite enough already." :D

PMSL!! :D
 
Roxanne Appleby said:
Watching the news with relatives after a sad funeral, and they reported the first test tube sheep or something. One family member commented, "Call her 'Suzy X.'"

My mouth knew the response and I started to speak before my brain supplied it, but the brain caught right up: "Suzy Pyr-X."

:D

(I know I was stoned because this occurred during the single time I got high, which lasted for 25 years.)
:D ;)
 
rgraham666 said:
I have an extraordinarily low tolerance for THC. Three hits and I'm so ripped that if you dropped a live hand grenade in my lap my reaction would be, "*snort* I'm fucked."

Anyway, I'm insane and have quite enough problems with my perception even unaltered by drugs. ;)



It's always good to know your limits. You do, however, build up a tolerance.
 
Another time I was so high, I thought an awesome and hilarious idea would be to take dog crap and cut it into slices to look like cookies.

:rolleyes:
 
Kandi said:
It's always good to know your limits. You do, however, build up a tolerance.

I know. First summer I was on my own I spent most of it stoned.

I think I got the whole stoned thing out of my system over that time. Hardly touched the stuff since.
 
Not so much conversations as adventures.

1. Walking to Cadbury World with my sister so we'd have enough appetite to stuff as many free chocolate bars as possible, and ending up walking half a mile around the one-way traffic system to get to the same place we would have ended up if we'd just crossed the road.

2. Getting cut off by the tide on my birthday, and ending up balancing on a very small rock with my arms around my best friend.

3. Rescuing a drunk woman, who turned out to have a lot wrong with her, and hitched up her skirt in the middle of the town square so that she could pee.

There's too many... :eek:

One of these days I should just learn to get stoned and sit still. :rolleyes:
 
Trinique_Fire said:
Another time I was so high, I thought an awesome and hilarious idea would be to take dog crap and cut it into slices to look like cookies.

:rolleyes:

Oh god... :p
 
scheherazade_79 said:
3. Rescuing a drunk woman, who turned out to have a lot wrong with her, and hitched up her skirt in the middle of the town square so that she could pee.

Oh my God! You knew my ex-wife! :eek:
 
Not particulary funny...

One night after drinking, and it wasn't all that much, half way home in the car - Yes I was driving - I went almost completly blind. I could see about 4 feet in front of the car. Luckily it was 4 in the morning, so no traffic to worry about. The wife would have taken over but she couldn't drive stick.

Oh and was we came to a Dunkin' Donuts, guess who wanted me to stop for some? Yep the wife. :eek:
 
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scheherazade_79 said:
Not so much conversations as adventures.

1. Walking to Cadbury World with my sister so we'd have enough appetite to stuff as many free chocolate bars as possible, and ending up walking half a mile around the one-way traffic system to get to the same place we would have ended up if we'd just crossed the road.

2. Getting cut off by the tide on my birthday, and ending up balancing on a very small rock with my arms around my best friend.

3. Rescuing a drunk woman, who turned out to have a lot wrong with her, and hitched up her skirt in the middle of the town square so that she could pee.

There's too many... :eek:

One of these days I should just learn to get stoned and sit still. :rolleyes:

We should get stoned together. :D
 
I can't ever remember the conversations, sadly, but I know they were very deep, and held the secret to the universe.

:D
 
Osbourne House, beginning of September.

It was really cool having a spliff in Queen Victoria's back garden :devil:

Then I went in the house and ended up having this conversation with one of the attendants about cutlery. I can't even kid myself it was interesting. I just kept it up so I could see how long it would take for the booger to fall off the end of his nose.

I gave up after twenty minutes. That guy deserves to go into the Guinness Book of Records. :cool:
 
scheherazade_79 said:
Did she have blonde hair, and was she looking for a cab to take her home?

Brunette, and probably.

It's just that when utterly sloshed (which was most of the time as she was an alcoholic) she chose the strangest places to take a leak.
 
I watched Star Wars Episode I with some friends, and there was a scene with a close-up of Anakin's mother, who appeared to have an odd growth under her eyes. All I could think of, and of course say, was: "I think it might be testicular cancer."

Later that night we thought up a scheme of connecting space stations with steel ropes to the earth and have little gondolas go back and forth.
 
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