cross-posted from: https://lemmy.blahaj.zone/post/16528678
Someone wasn’t prepared.
Hear me out how about you don’t get high off of mushrooms
That sounds like quitter talk, pass me the rest of the baggie, I’ll show you
Your You’re not good at selling drugs to me, friend.
Edit: I’m not good at writing when slightly stoned it seems.
Not exactly the same but I’ve seen someone consume an entire pyramid of gel tabs. They ended up naked with jumping cactus on their balls. An RN at the rave picked it out and we got him to his car. He then jumped on the roof of his car until the cabin was concave, somehow got his keys and just plowed through the desert, cacti and all. No idea what ended up happening to him.
The sweating one. I once thought I pissed my jeans, but had instead dumped a gallon of two of sweat out of my whole body, while I sat on the bathroom floor counting small tiles.
Good to grow up since then.
I was once tripping hard at a party, and they had a ceiling with some tiles with holes in them. So obviously i started counting them. I soon realised that it’s less of a counting thing and more of a math problem. I took some toilet paper and started scribbling down numbers. I remember as soon as i wrote all the numbers down, i didn’t really remember where the numbers even came from and why they are so important to me. When i had the final result, i wrote it on my arm and flushed down the toilet paper. Every few minutes i took a look at my arm and repeated the number in my mind.
At some point the police knocked on the door, because of a noise complaint. I thought it’s because they wanted the numbers and went to the toilet to scrub it off. And was so relieved that they are gone. Then i got mad at myself because i forgot tye numbers. I sat down at my place on the sofa, looked up and saw the holes and remembered, and had to laugh out loud.
