Stute Slap wrote:gimpfinger wrote:My last time eating shrooms was me eating an 8th, got bored waiting for it to kick in, mountain biked into town to get a dew, shrooms hit me like a freight train as i walked into the gas station, everything turned green and isles doing the never ending hallway thing, payed for dew with 20 and left without change, crawled into used tire shed at auto mech shop to chill out, finally got home and turned on tv to see world premiere of Rob zombies dragula.
Time before that we built a fire, threw out some lines for catfish, caught my pants leg on fire, 3 guys I used to hang out with in high school randomly shows up that are tripping on shrooms themselves, we laugh, drink and smoke till the sun rises.
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That is hilarious.
HaHahaha! Yes, yes it is!
Camping at Whitewater one year my white sheep brother, the one in-between my oldest brother (the cartoonist) decided to eat one of the PB&J's full of booms and trip with us....
....he instantly freaked out and wouldn't leave his tent. Ate sandwich Saturday morning....didn't see him until Sunday morning.
Another time at the cabin tripping he went inside and rolled himself up into a couple sleeping bags and laid out in the middle of the floor mummy style. I'd go in and check on him and try to get him to come out but he wouldn't even open his eyes and he was pale as a ghost. Feeling the bad energy start bringing me down I'd quickly go outside after a couple minutes and be reinvigorated by the beautiful day on the lake. Plus his then fiancee and her best friend Dani were tripping so it was a blast. That's pretty much the story of how I got together with what's now my ex-wife.
This was the morning of the day before the 4th if I remember correct. My brother whipped out a plate of shrooms split four ways at 5am after pulling an all-nighter. When he finally got up the place was trashed. Random stuff burning, broken bikes we trashed coming home from the bar, garbage, beer cans and bottles everywhere.
My brother goes, "Well, at least Mom and Dad aren't coming up until tonight," this was around 10am, and I informed him,
"No, they called about a half hour ago....said they'd be here in a little over an hour."
A look of extreme concern struck his face as he looked around at the devastation again and then he projectile vomited out of sheer panic.
To this day one of the funniest things I've ever seen....and one of the many reasons this particular brother is universally viewed as a tool by the rest of us.