Ah, I have a story that was fucking awesome while on acid.
I live on a hill with pasture all around thats perfect for the curiousity of acid. So one summer night, a group of 5 of my friends came over to trip. The grass on my hill had just been cut by a tractor and put into those huge round bales that they feed to cows.
So I'm chillin at the fire, probably thinking about the universe when I hear my friends screaming and laughing waaay in the distance. So Im like what the fuck and head over to see whats up.
As I run over I see two of my friends pushing one of those huge bales down the hill and I see another one of my friends rolling another by himself. Now these are pretty big bales and they were pushing them FAST. Then as I get closer, I see my my two other friends running on top of each bale that my freinds are pushing.
For a few seconds I had no clue what was going and then I see my two friends crash fucking HARD. I was like oh no my friends are fucking dead from riding bales WTF. I then go over to their lifeless bodies only to be hit with the most overwhelming laughter as I see both of my friends with huge grins on their faces.
I say "What the fuck were you doing" and they reply "Fucking bale racing."
The next thing I know, Im running on top of a bale as I race my friend down the hill, screaming words that probably dont even exist unless youre on acid.
