Stir it up!
 

come on guys everytime i come around this place is dead! someone has to have some kind of fucked up story they can share!


i'll go first:
january two years ago me and my friend (at the time) were sitting out on the front porch smoking pot and drinking wine, it was foggy out and i remember saying how yellow everything looked because of the street lights; i chug most of the bottle and eventually have to take a leak. my mother was inside watching television and there was no way i was going in there so i proceed to the backyard to relieve myself; eventually i'm pissing in the backyard and puking in the front; it also happened to be drizzling.

so now i've been rained on and am completely incoherent. i barfed on my shoes and front of friends sweater. funny thing is they actually thought i'd gotten alcohol poisoning! the next day i wake nauseated and proceed to once again get high once mum left for work. :rolleyes:



:D

Little concerned about you.

Not that I wasn't guilty of the same type of behavior in my day. I hope you were drinking white, as the red stains terribly... especially on the way back up.

Nothing wrong with getting a little drunk or high, but it might be a good idea to stop before the upchuck. Especially on a foggy, yellow night - sounds like a great environment to sit back and enjoy the buzz instead of forcing more down the gullet.

Once did acid in Atlantic City at an impersonator's show. Fucking brilliant. But after the show, stepping into the loud PING PING PING and bright lights of the casino...a bit tough to deal with.

nope, red, but thanks for the suggestion
just had a vampire shoot last weekend; it's kinda weird starting the day off face to face with a god and ending the day in bed with four other people:eek:

We went up to the mountains weekend before last and saw an albino mountain lion. True story. I'm pretty damn scared of mountain lions, but it was one of the coolest things I've ever seen. I don't know how rare they are, but I know I've never seen one on National Geographic. And I'm sure the weed had nothing to do with it, although it was very good Trainwreck. If it was called Albino Cougarwreck I might have been suspicious.:p

You're a nut!:p

Rocky Mountain High~!!!

Twas no mountain lion, but the Denver Spider in disguise.

AAAAAHHHH!!!!!! Damn evil nasty stinking flower loving DENVER SPIDER!!!!
Maybe if I start dreaming a huge boombox playing Slayer's "Reign In Blood" he'll leave me be....hippies hate metal.
Or maybe I could drive him off with a bar of soap.
Hippies hate soap.
If you've ever sat next to one, you'll know what I mean.

I believe all you really need to get rid of the John Denver Spider is a single engine plane and an 8-ball

LMAO why didn't I think of that?:D