craziest stoner or drunkin moment??

[sanguinekane]

Brain dribbling out of your ears is how I would picture taking that many shrooms.

Anyway, a few months ago, some friends and I were drunk as hell, and I decided I needed to go take a piss in the middle of a field. I made a turn and started sprinting full out, only to trip on a curb after 5 feet and go sprawling on a track. My drunk ass froend saw me on the ground, and being the great buddy he is, ran after me, fast as he could. This, predictably ended with him tripping on the same damn curb 10 seconds after I did and landing right next to me. Needless to say we thought it was funny as fuck until we woke up covered in bruises the next day.

[FeastonThisSHITT]

Dude... 2 OUNCES ? Of dried matter?
The biggest quantity of gooms I ever ingested was 18 grams, and I tripped for well over 7 hours.. I can't imagine what the results of consuming 38 more grams would be like..

Now THAT, is what I would call "just fuckin stupid".

It wasn't stupid, my body was physicaly perfectly fine afterwards. I took a shit the next day and it was end of story.

I tripped for well over 7 hours, but I can't remember 7 hours of the trip.

I remember bits and pieces of taking a nature hike with my other friends who were also all on shrooms.

I forget how I lost my friends.

[FeastonThisSHITT]

But if you want to know what it was like, all I can tell you is everything was vibrating and changinging colors unrealisticaly. Everything has energy and I could see energy coming out of objects very subtely.

The best way to describe it was..... it felt like the boundries that seperate the physical world we live in and the spiritual world were being meshed together where I could see, experience and acknowledge the existance of both.

[Kryzco]

the best moments are the ones I can't remember

but they were great

[jamstigator]

I had a bodyguard in Turkey (long story), a tough, stocky Latino guy that my first sergeant assigned to protect me from a Turkish family that was trying to kill me. Anyway, me and him (his name was Tony) got super drunk on another friend's balcony one night. Tony was feeling all tough, so he told me to hit him, anywhere, he could take it. So I elbowed him in the throat and he went down coughing and choking. Lucky I didn't permanently damage him or outright kill him.

He got pissed (why, I'm not sure, guess he really meant 'hit me anywhere but my throat') and proceeded to beat my head against the railing of the balcony. I was pretty fucked up. The next morning my first sergeant came by my place to see if I had survived the night (he was a nice guy and lived near me, so he always checked on my status each morning). I answered the door, all in a daze. I didn't remember much of anything that happened the night before, but my head hurt BAD, and I could feel it was all swollen on one side.

My sarge saw my face and he was alarmed. He asked if the Turks got to me, and I said naw, I just fell down. But actually, I didn't know what had happened to my face. Later that day I met up with Tony, and he saw my face and he was like, dude, I'm so sorry I beat your head against that railing last night! I replied, "Ya know, if I remembered you beating my face in, I'd be pretty pissed off! But...I don't remember!"

[DannyMan]

But if you want to know what it was like, all I can tell you is everything was vibrating and changinging colors unrealisticaly. Everything has energy and I could see energy coming out of objects very subtely.

The best way to describe it was..... it felt like the boundries that seperate the physical world we live in and the spiritual world were being meshed together where I could see, experience and acknowledge the existance of both.

Sounds awesome man. I always wanted to increase my max. dose but nowadays I certainly don't need a mushroom trip

Good shit though, hope you had a good time on that one.

[Inferius]

I had a bodyguard in Turkey (long story), a tough, stocky Latino guy that my first sergeant assigned to protect me from a Turkish family that was trying to kill me. Anyway, me and him (his name was Tony) got super drunk on another friend's balcony one night. Tony was feeling all tough, so he told me to hit him, anywhere, he could take it. So I elbowed him in the throat and he went down coughing and choking. Lucky I didn't permanently damage him or outright kill him.

He got pissed (why, I'm not sure, guess he really meant 'hit me anywhere but my throat') and proceeded to beat my head against the railing of the balcony. I was pretty fucked up. The next morning my first sergeant came by my place to see if I had survived the night (he was a nice guy and lived near me, so he always checked on my status each morning). I answered the door, all in a daze. I didn't remember much of anything that happened the night before, but my head hurt BAD, and I could feel it was all swollen on one side.

My sarge saw my face and he was alarmed. He asked if the Turks got to me, and I said naw, I just fell down. But actually, I didn't know what had happened to my face. Later that day I met up with Tony, and he saw my face and he was like, dude, I'm so sorry I beat your head against that railing last night! I replied, "Ya know, if I remembered you beating my face in, I'd be pretty pissed off! But...I don't remember!"

Hahahahahaha. I love your stories. "I guess he really meant 'hit me anwhere but my throat'" that line had me cracking up... And then "dude, i'm so sorry I beat your hard against the railing last night had me almost choking I was laughing so hard. More more!!:dance: