very good point.fooishbar wrote:i don't think 'caught an std from the wu-tang clan' really uniquely identifies anyone
I gave said person a high five and said well done.
wonder how many people ended up with the Wu Flu!
very good point.fooishbar wrote:i don't think 'caught an std from the wu-tang clan' really uniquely identifies anyone
almax wrote:This thread is making me smile so big, great stories everyone, makes me wanna get me rave on again.
quick thinking and creativity, a winning combinationRGLZ wrote: 'it's for a garden irrigation project I have planning'
yeah.deviant wrote:yes terrible... but, certainly a "wrongtown moment inna rave"
hahahaha fuck thats not really awesome but quite typical.DBoy wrote: Oh wait. Not funny. Hell of a story though YI.
London raves are pretty messed up. I saw a guy passed out on the dancefloor at a party at the Camden Palace. He had pissed his pants. Didn't stop a chav going through his pockets to steal his shit though. I got mugged that night too.
shifty i guess. he came to us post and regaled us with the details. lmao. idiotdeviant wrote:someone (who was there) needs to tell the "cardboard box incident" story.....
no its just being a trashbag.ghetto kitty wrote:Vote 1 for Alex, most and best trashbag stories. Is this something to do with being english or just you?
A whole thread of fisting stories sounds awesome!Brain wrote:maybe it should be changed to the fisting thread.
totally agree, that was the best one, mainly because there was so many people involved in the debarcle, not just one!youthful_implants wrote:
my stories so aren't the best though – Fent's one about the couple smearing shit all over the lounge on acid wins hands down.
hahahah funny as, nice choice to lock dem guns up. Never trust a catholicghetto kitty wrote:jeesus RGLZ, sounds like a nutter at the best of times!
i got a mushie one too.
so in Arizona they dont grow naturally cos its the desert, so they grow them in controlled environments like litle greenhouses.
I went out to the forest with a bunch of 16-20 year olds (i was 25 at the time) with a truck full of alcohol which I had to buy for them as they were all underage, a trunk full of weapons, as in ,handguns and semi automatics, and loads of these powdery looknig mushrooms which I am very dubious if they will actually do anything.
We go do some target practice (which im really good at apprently) and then i DEMAND that before we take these shrooms the guns are locked away and I am given the key.
Me and the boy i was seeing take this guy who was a catholic and had never had any hallucinogens into the forest and eat these powdery mushrooms....well fuck me.
In twenty minutes I am tripping harder than I ever have before, and so is catholic guy. He is rolling around on the dirt screaming and laughing and asking if this is what it feel like, when will it end, omg etc etc, yelling and screaming, begging us for a drink of water while clutching a bottle of water, frothing at the mouth and generally LOSING it.
So what do we do?
Well the only thing we can do - laugh uncontrollably at him.
This goes one for a good hour or two, trying to walk through the forest, there had been a cyclone nearby and the clouds were MIND BLOWING. I was taking photos and thinking, they only look so amazing cos i'm tripping so hard (not true, the photos are still incredible) and trying to keep this guy under control.
So we run into someone else from the camp and beg him to take this guy off our hands...
He does and we spend some great time together walking, laughing, tripping etc.
We get back to camp hours later and this guy has gone on a rampage, trashing trees, ripping up tents, and asking where the hell the guns are cos something/someone is chasing him.
The rest of camp is both freaked out and laughing at him, unsure as to what to do.
We had to tie him up to a tree with weed and water in reach so we could relax.
So we lie around, ten people in a 3 man tent, and i start having all these really wierd thoughts about things I could do to freak these kids out, like fucking trees, etc etc, and as these thoughts get more and more depraved, all i can do is giggle harder and harder at them.
The next morning we find him curled up next to the tree, where he denies ever having any drugs and wants to have some to see what he missed out on yesterday. We say NO WAY - lets go shoot guns instead.
Ill never have mushrooms with a young catholic boy again.
heres the clouds
Good move!ghetto kitty wrote: i DEMAND that before we take these shrooms the guns are locked away and I am given the key.
Apparently, my son was on something called "Acid," and was shooting a bow and arrow into a crowd.