What a weird night...

Discussion in 'General' started by jammin, Jul 21, 2006.

  1. Not less than 1 hour ago, I almost finished a fifth of Jack Daniels, bonged three beers, toked down an 3.5 gram blunt, and railed a gram of coke. It is now 11:37. I am so amazingly blown right now and I have 3 grams of mushies in my room. Should I make this a wild night and eat em or will it fuck me up. I was at a party i went home to get the mushies and im going back to the party. what do you guys think?
     
  2. if you feel good do it. Have fun man. I dont really understand how people have bad trips.
     
  3. don't, man. my friend did some simmilar shit and his ass was yackin' all night. he did all that shit, too. some brew, some shrooms, a couple lines, and a couple blunts. i say keep the shrooms for another time.
     
  4. yea i wouldnt take the mushies if i were u cause it sounds like ur fucked up enuf lol, save em for another night so u can have fun all over again :p
     
  5. You type pretty damn well for being that fucked up.
     
  6. when you puke on shrooms though you insantly feel better.
     
  7. same with alcohol :)
     
  8. haha yeah. nuf said.
     
  9. I dropped only dropped 2 grams of the mushrooms on top of a pizza about 10 minutes ago. Update coming soojn when I feeel this shit., I'm staying at my place with a couple of my friends now just smokin blunts and shit. Update coming soon.
     
  10. lolololol u gonna be so damn high. congrats :) hope u enjoy and dont toss ya cookies :p haha
     
  11. not for me, when i puke from alcohol(rarely) i still feel like re-fried shit.
     
  12. lol refriend shit. that sucks tho :(
     
  13. So last night after blowing a gram of coke, almost finishing a fifth of Jack, bonging beers, smoking blunts, and dropping 2.5 grams of mushies, I am officially burned out. It was a very memorable night.

    About an hour and a half after dropping the mushies we went back to the party and I was tripping in another dimension. I had absolutely no connection with the real world, I was off in my own dimension consisting of lights and fast-moving abstract images. If I was talking to somebody, I had no idea what I was saying, the words just came naturally. They were just flowing out of my mouth. It seemed like I was talking a million miles an hour due to the coke. The music at the party was playing in super-slow motion while everything else, inaminate and aminate, everything made of matter in the world, was spinning and transforming and pulsating at light-speed. Eventually around 1:30, the police showed up. Confused, I just went with the crowd. It literally seemed as if I was traveling with a pack of stampeding animals.

    They police had also blocked off the back door, so I decided to go upstairs. I opened a window and climbed out onto the roof with about 5 other people. They all made the 1 story jump into a neighbors backyard, but for me the jump seemed like I was standing on a 800 foot cliff with the wind blowing 120 mph. I jumped off the roof onto the grass and started to run. I made it onto the street and got in the back of my friends truck (in the cab). The car seemed like a spaceship that was traveling at break-neck speeds. This was the best part of the whole night. Traveling in the cab of a truck going 70+. Words can't explain what I felt. I eventually blacked out, only to discover that my friend, who was drunk, crashed the truck into a stop sign going about 20 mph.

    Woke up with only a few bruises.

    Thank you God.

    This made my summer.
     

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