When I first ate them, I had an 8th also, then my friends dad, a cop, came and took her home cause she was all goofy... So I sat home with my sober step brother who was having a party. Most of the night I spent with my dog while I looked at my hand for hours, saying " I just don't get it!" I was amazed at the things it could do, and ways it could move. Then being the retard I am, I went in the backyard to pee. Before pulling up my pants, I ran around the yard singing, "the hills are alive with the sound of music". I made a real "lasting" impression on my new step brother and all his friends, who by the way hooked me up with the shrooms! Oh is was embarrasing, still I enjoyed them much better than acid, mostly because the after effect wasnt so bad.