Naw, sorry, no sex. The first time I tried hash was back about 1975. Awwww 'the good ol days'. Anyway, I was in this Pub in Wanganui NZ and we were trying to score some oil. :rasta: Well 'Whisky' knew this guy etc.. so we cruised on down. Talk about 'fuck about', but we were wacked on a bit of 'Thai', :smokin: and just cruised in. Finally, he came over and we eventually smoked a number that was coated in oil. WOW talk about the munchies. :dance: :thumbsup: We at some stage decided to wander up the road to the "Uncles" Burger Bar. :stoned: and I bought a chicken! Well, after whisky had bought his, we trundled back down to the Pub for some more. Damn that chicken was great! We were about 4 blocks from the Pub, and I ate that chicken ALL the way there. :stoned: When we got to the Pub, I still had a chicken leg left, and I had been eating chicken legs ALL the way from 'Uncles'. I looked up the road behind me and sure enough, there were chicken bones all along the footpath, for as far as my eye could see :stoned:
Now either that chicken had about 10 legs, (If it did, how did they catch it?) or they put chicken bones in his egg-burger, or there was someone else, (who was invisible) walking behind me, dropping bones, to make me look bad. :rasta:
We got back to the Pub, but Ki*** was gone. Fuck, what an excellent memory to dredge up 30 odd years later. Shit there I go. This should be fun. :thumbsup: