A week or so ago I was doing this history report for school. I was really stressing about it and i remembered i had a bit of a joint left over, so i smoked it. So there i am, sitting in my room trying to write this fucking report, and i just cant concentrate, then its like this intelligence came to me and i knew what to write, i thought i was was on fire, i was writing so much i was proud of myself, and i finished it. SO i just tripped out in my bed for an hour or two. When i woke up the next morning i went to see my report i was so proud of......and it was the biggest piece of shit! I couldn't read half of what was on there, I was writing about this painter and i had written about his pet dog. Now thats comedy, anybody else had any similar experiences?