dogs fucked the pope, no fault of mine.

dancing in a puddle of vomit was fun and mildly disturbing.

i'd have to say my favorite was when i was going to meet a friend of the female persuasion. she was meeting me for indian food, which i hate, so i took some acid (good enough reason for me). i walked into the restaurant, told her i hd a secret, and when she leaned i said something along the lines of "buggidy buggity buggity bah," licked her face, stood up, and calmly walked to pinball pete's (arcade). i remember going to meet her, i remember having a short conversation with her and immediately leaving, and i remember the arcade, but i don't remember her friend who was apparently there to bear witness or how i got home.

the moral of this story: you can get away with anything if you just say you were on drugs.