NationStates Jolt Archive

I thought this forum lacked a thread where people can post up any amusing crazy random funny tragic whatever experiences they've had while taking various substances, narcotics and illicit products that they fancy sharing with the rest of us cunts and faggots.

A few weeks ago on a certain friday night i was at some friends' flats. I was downstairs snorting mdma then went upstairs for a little bit of ketamine. Who'd of thought combining the two would make you hallucinate? Trying to manipulate stairs is rather tricky when everytime the light flickers they change between being really steep and narrow to really wide and shallow. The entire evening was further confused by dealing with 3 hallucinating guys all walking round in matching jeans and no tops (who, no matter how hard i tried, I could not stop labelling "space monkeys 1,2+3" in my head) as well as a girl whod never taken a drug before in her life and had hit the md pretty damn hard (who needless to say literally loved everybody, but freaked them all out at the same time) and all the while i had to find the answer to that ultimate question

"what did i do for the last 3 minutes?"

There was this kid who was so stoned in my class he referred to the morgue as the "dead section"

I got incredibly stoned one day my first year of college and went to my English class with a plastic nerf shotgun, and whenever anyone asked me to justify myself I would say I was hunting a nerf bear.

I got incredibly stoned one day my first year of college and went to my English class with a plastic nerf shotgun, and whenever anyone asked me to justify myself I would say I was hunting a nerf bear.

To be fair, that makes sense. Nerf bears are a foamy menace

To be fair, that makes sense. Nerf bears are a foamy menace

Anything that can kill with nothing but nerf is a thing to be feared.

I got incredibly stoned one day my first year of college and went to my English class with a plastic nerf shotgun, and whenever anyone asked me to justify myself I would say I was hunting a nerf bear.

I really wish I could have seen that.

But why did you have a nerf shotgun in college? :D

I really wish I could have seen that.

But why did you have a nerf shotgun in college? :D

Watch out!

*ducks behind obese individual, armed with nerf pistol*

This is going to turn into a Nerf-Gun-Control-Thread

I was with my girlfriend at the time, camping out behind her one friend's house for the weekend and we decided to pick-up some chronic. So, we went into town and after like 2 hours still no luck. Finally she finds some guy who knows a guy... We get to the guy's house and he's almost out, but sells us a half-o. The guy who took us there, feeling sympathetic decides to sell us some that he has around the house, so we go there. When we get there he starts telling us we gotta listen to this CD and puts it on and then gets the chronic we're buying.

Then he asks us if we've ever smoked out of a zong. We said no, so he grinds up shit and packs the bowl on it (which is the size of half a tennis ball) and then pours what had to be about 5 tablespoons of crystals on top. We wind up smoking about 4 bowls and, honestly I don't think I've ever been so high in my life. Then comes the realization we need to get back to where we're staying.

The guy calls a cab for us, and the cab shows up, we get in and tell her to drive 'to the second'. We get to the corner of the second and then realize 'shit, we haven't a clue how to get to Veronica's house'. Luckily it just so happened her last fare was Veronica and some of the other people, and the taxi driver lady drops us off right at the house. Thank you taxi lady, if it wasn't for you we'd still be in your car.

Of all my nerdy friends at high school, only one of us didn't go uni. He went to TAFE (which is a, umm... lower, form of uni) to study IT and dropped out after a semester. Now he is a druggo who spends all day playing counter strike. As opposed to me, who spends all day on NSG. Not trying to characterise drug users, just a funny stereotypical story of drug use.

Let's put it this way - The whole of Leeds Fest 2006 is a stoned blur :D

I only fell asleep (if it was booze) or coughed like crazy (cigarettes), nothing worse happened yet.

Sure I got a few, but I'll hold out... at least for now until I'm high. I need to... *ahem* jog my memory.

It was an intense and awesome night of introspection. I decided to:

In addition, I felt without any doubt that there was a God.

It's been a month and I haven't gone back on any of my decisions.

*obvious, generic comment pointing out the delusional connection between drug taking and believing in God*

I have a few.

I remember one time I tried something a friend of mine made in his basement. See, it was the first time I ever had a trip. When I first tried it, I ended up standing around in the back yard staring at the rose bush. To the outside observer, I probably looked like I was having a neurotic breakdown, but the roses were so beautiful.

My friend and I went to get some ganja and we spent a lot of time arguing if the shit (he made) actually worked or not as the effects were subtle, but the weed amplified them. We were driving through the country at high speed, and all the lights had a weird sort of glow about them (see: the scene where Mallory talks about the angels in Natural Born Killers) After about an hour or so of seeing random patterns and shapes as well as flashes, and marvelling at the kaleidoscope that was the cigarette lighter, we took to arguing about whether the black fog that kept approaching and receding was real or if we were hallucinating. After a while, the effects of everything wore off so imperceptibly that we began arguing whether anything we took worked or not. About ten seconds after we decided the stuff he made was doing nothing I got a terribly lightheaded sensation (something like massive blood loss) and then I felt like I was riding on a roller coaster when its going up the ramp before the great drop. I said something like "I don't...I feel..I feel kinda weirfd." But then timespace ripped open. I saw flashes, lights, patterns. I saw the letter V coming from every direction, and I saw reality as though I could receive one element of it at a time. I saw us and the four trucks around us as elements. The lighter lit not as one, but first as a delivery of the incandescent flash followed by the flame. It was as though this was all an illusion.

At that moment I felt as though I saw the source code of the universe (it was ,as many have hypothesized, Perl) and I saw that everything was in balance, in place and I felt as though I had been truly immersed and contacted the collective unconscious of the universe.

My friend told me I looked pretty bad. I felt fine, for I was in my space suit walking across the frozen seas of ammonia on Neptune, painting landscapes of the methane clouds, while the physical manifestation of me on Earth was throwing up in the streets and shivering uncontrollably. Gradually I had to return to Earth and reuinite with my manifestation and go home. Upon arriving I home I was buzzed for about 6 hours and played Grand Theft Auto III until I collapsed.

The next day I felt fine, except that I was just a little tired and reality had been rotated counter-clockwise by about 12.3 degrees. But fortunately it slowly returned.

I really wish I could have seen that.

But why did you have a nerf shotgun in college? :D

A fair question. I stole it from my room mates best friend. I'm not sure why he had it, or even what possessed me to take it. It was good times to the max :D

I remember once frantically searching for my Atari St all night in the weirdest of locations, desperately seeking a retro trip. It wasn't till the next day I woke up and realised my mum had thrown that out years ago.

I also take this oppurtunity to post the best song you could ever listen to while high, and that is:

Jimi Hendrix - Third stone from the sun

*obvious, generic comment pointing out the delusional connection between drug taking and believing in God*

I know. ;)

I was with my girlfriend at the time, camping out behind her one friend's house for the weekend and we decided to pick-up some chronic. So, we went into town and after like 2 hours still no luck. Finally she finds some guy who knows a guy... We get to the guy's house and he's almost out, but sells us a half-o. The guy who took us there, feeling sympathetic decides to sell us some that he has around the house, so we go there. When we get there he starts telling us we gotta listen to this CD and puts it on and then gets the chronic we're buying.

Then he asks us if we've ever smoked out of a zong. We said no, so he grinds up shit and packs the bowl on it (which is the size of half a tennis ball) and then pours what had to be about 5 tablespoons of crystals on top. We wind up smoking about 4 bowls and, honestly I don't think I've ever been so high in my life. Then comes the realization we need to get back to where we're staying.

The guy calls a cab for us, and the cab shows up, we get in and tell her to drive 'to the second'. We get to the corner of the second and then realize 'shit, we haven't a clue how to get to Veronica's house'. Luckily it just so happened her last fare was Veronica and some of the other people, and the taxi driver lady drops us off right at the house. Thank you taxi lady, if it wasn't for you we'd still be in your car.

Half an o and you characterize that as "Almost out"? Holy shit man, where the hell do you live? Candy Land?

Back when i was a stoner newbie, i was at this nice little chill party with about 5 of my other friends. Well previously i had never smoked out of anything other than a piece before. Well at this party my buddy decides to roll three big ass blunts absolutely packed with weed. Needless to say, i was blown outta my fucking mind. About an hour or so later i thought i was Socrates and starting whipping out some of the craziest theories this side of Freud.

Some of the highlights of the evening:

The world revolves around the number 3, and the color yellow.
M&Ms are flavored, the best being yellow, which tastes like honey, sunshine, or daisies.
Everything has an aura (and its almost always yellow)
When high, i am Spiderman.


and a few more that you would have to be there for in order to think are funny.

I was in Canada and I bought a Cuban cigar, then I smuggled it back into the states.

It was nice, smooth, and mild I must say. :p

Last night was pretty intense. Cinco de fuckin' mayo and I drank a fifth of Seagram's 7 whiskey, and I was hangin' out with these two lesbians who split a fifth of Captain Morgan's Silver (oh so delicious, but not so yummy as whiskey). We went outside to smoke some cigarettes when one of the girls pulls off her pants and underwear and runs off and takes a piss behind the building, I'm laughing so hard I put the cigarette into my mouth backwards and lit the filter. Hoo nasty. Then I walked all the way to Safeway where I hit on this really old cashier then I stumbled home, reeking like whiskey, and passed out watching Shaun of the Dead.

When I get drunk I tend to go off on adventures on my own. When I was on staying with my cousin he and his friends were underage, so I bought the booze(and carried it) and we went knacker drinking(drinking outdoors, some place where there's not likely to be any cops). We headed down to the beach and socialised with the others people knacker drinking there. After a few cans I decide that we need a fire, so I take the rest of my booze and wandered off to get some firewood and stuff to burn. It found quite a bit, made a nice fire. And jumped through it a few times. And pissed on it twice. And realised the second time that I was standing in a cloud of my own vapourised urine, and the vapourised urine of the other two guys who pissed on the fire.

A few days later we were drinking in one of the lads house(he was underage at the time, but his parents didn't mind us having a few drinks there). At about midnight we got kicked out, so everyone figured they'd go home. But I still had booze left, so without telling them I wandered off through the estate, climbed a tree and drank what beer I had left. I was rather comfortable in that tree, and was very unhappy when I convinced myself that sleeping in it would be a bad idea.

Okay here is one that involves NS!

the story sets off February-ish round my friends house-get-together-type thingy

We (meaning I) had gotten together a ton of money to buy some grade A Cannabis, now there we where happily dying because we decided to do blow backs (:mad:)when outside we saw a police car stop nearby and a dark figure coming to the door

promptly we thought :eek: and decided to throw the evidence into the back garden from the first floor, when we finally answered the door we found out it was a mate who had arrived late you could almost kiss him before we realized that we had thrown everything (including some glass bottles) into the garden and so the hunt was on! Imagine being a neighbour seeing about every 15 minuets a very fucked person emerge from your neighbours to rummage about in the bushes near your fence

at about 2 in the morning everyone started to nod off and I was left awake, I don't remember much about what happened next but I remember staring at NSG like a zombie before I got called upstairs

The next thing I know I wake up with a girl mate of mine (who I had no attraction to whatsoever) cuddling me and I (with my one track mind) said something along the lines of:

“I sense danger!” (relating to a caturday pick I must of seen)

Drinking stories are 100x cooler.

Drinking stories are 100x cooler.

i hereby challenge you to get to the state i was in (as described on the first page) by only drinking.

Craziest times I ever had on drugs were on DXM. Dextromethorphan Hydrobromide, the active ingredient in most cough suppressants.

People often laugh when they hear about that. "LOL cough syrup!" But DXM is no laughing matter. That shit'll fuck you up, and I say that having taken LSD, LSA, MDMA, Psilocybin, Cocaine, various painkillers, ambien, alcohol, weed.

I've had times in the third plateau where I've sat for god knows how long by a swimming pool, staring at the concrete. Not because it was hallucinogenically appealing, but because my mind was trapped in a loop and I kept thinking the same thought over and over and over.

I've had times where I sat in a hamper in a bathroom, talking to the house. (Well, it was talking to me.) I've had times where I did it three or four days in a row and was just completely disconnected from reality for the whole time.

I've done the robo-walk.

I remember watching Requiem for a Dream on DXM. It was bad! So I went over the couch and crawled like a spider down the hall.

I've looked into the mirror and saw my ear, then I'd go into another room and in a weird way, I would STILL see my ear. like, vision from one of my eyes just reported my ear.

Overall, DXM is... really, really strange. Hard to relate, and definitely not pleasurable except at low levels (first and second plateau), but always with this weird, plastic-y sort of dissociation. It's the closest I've ever come to truly understanding schizophrenia. To being completely fucking insane.

i hereby challenge you to get to the state i was in (as described on the first page) by only drinking.
I wish.

At that moment I felt as though I saw the source code of the universe (it was ,as many have hypothesized, Perl) and I saw that everything was in balance, in place and I felt as though I had been truly immersed and contacted the collective unconscious of the universe.


You win this thread.

I took a couple common sleeping pills a few months back.. got up in the middle of the night, remembering I had to be somewhere urgently. Got dressed quickly, got my shoes, car keys...

I had no place at all to be. Nothing at all was going on.

Apparently, it's a common side-effect. I saw a story on people "sleep-driving" under the influence of everyday perscription sleeping pills. Still, it was very strange being completely convinced I had something urgent to do, and the next second realize nothing was going on.

Is it obligatory to tell a drinking story since I said they were cooler? Yeah? Ok.

Last night, I was the only one not getting any, so I snuck up on peoples cars with a flashlight yelling 'Policia!'.

That blew. You guys are right, I should do more drugs.

I thought this forum lacked a thread where people can post up any amusing crazy random funny tragic whatever experiences they've had while taking various substances, narcotics and illicit products that they fancy sharing with the rest of us cunts and faggots.

A few weeks ago on a certain friday night i was at some friends' flats. I was downstairs snorting mdma then went upstairs for a little bit of ketamine. Who'd of thought combining the two would make you hallucinate? Trying to manipulate stairs is rather tricky when everytime the light flickers they change between being really steep and narrow to really wide and shallow. The entire evening was further confused by dealing with 3 hallucinating guys all walking round in matching jeans and no tops (who, no matter how hard i tried, I could not stop labelling "space monkeys 1,2+3" in my head) as well as a girl whod never taken a drug before in her life and had hit the md pretty damn hard (who needless to say literally loved everybody, but freaked them all out at the same time) and all the while i had to find the answer to that ultimate question

"what did i do for the last 3 minutes?"

Some things I remember from my Datura (Jimsonweed) trip.

1) Saw the severed head of Barnabas Collins (from Dark Shadows) sitting in my refridgerator.
2) Was reading a very interesting book (can't recall what it was about), but soon vanished into thin air.
3) Thought the house was on fire.
4) When I looked out the window to see if there were cops outside I saw a scene of Nuclear holocaust. Burnt out buildings, gunmetal grey sky, fires raging in the background, etc.
5) Smoking imaginary cigarettes.
6) Doing imaginary lines.
7) Talked to alot of people that were either dead, or I hadn't seen in several years.
8) Halucinated that I was locked in jail (in reality I was in my bathroom).

Strange thing about the Datura trip was that whenever I took a hit from a nonexistant bong, or snorted a imaginary line I could feel the effects. Apparently the smoking imaginary cigarettes, and talking to long gone friends is a common halucination on Jimsonweed.

Is it obligatory to tell a drinking story since I said they were cooler? Yeah? Ok.

Last night, I was the only one not getting any, so I snuck up on peoples cars with a flashlight yelling 'Policia!'.

That blew. You guys are right, I should do more drugs.

S'okay. Last time i went drinking i kept trying to convince this girl to have sex w/ me, while she was complaining about her ex and saying all men were scum.

Strange thing about the Datura trip was that whenever I took a hit from a nonexistant bong, or snorted a imaginary line I could feel the effects. Apparently the smoking imaginary cigarettes, and talking to long gone friends is a common halucination on Jimsonweed.

Not too odd if you've ever fasted, for example. I've eaten a sandwich in my sleep and woken less hungry. :) I actually had to put furniture in front of my door once to be sure I wasn't sleep-sandwichmaking.

Not too odd if you've ever fasted, for example. I've eaten a sandwich in my sleep and woken less hungry. :) I actually had to put furniture in front of my door once to be sure I wasn't sleep-sandwichmaking.

You mean you ate a sandwich in your dream, or you sleptwalked and ate one?

S'okay. Last time i went drinking i kept trying to convince this girl to have sex w/ me, while she was complaining about her ex and saying all men were scum.

This chick last night made out with a guy and his brother, and made us promise we didn't think she was a slut.

You mean you ate a sandwich in your dream, or you sleptwalked and ate one?

Yes, in the dream. :p

Wouldn't be too interesting if it weren't an imaginary sandwich.

This chick last night made out with a guy and his brother, and made us promise we didn't think she was a slut.

Funny thing is that the girl i was trying to get w/ told me later that night that she was so mad at herself for becoming a slut.

Funny thing is that the girl i was trying to get w/ told me later that night that she was so mad at herself for becoming a slut.

After all that, the chick from last night didn't even end up doing anything. What a whore.

After all that, the chick from last night didn't even end up doing anything. What a whore.

The way my evening ended was i walked her home and she told me i was a great friend (though my hands had been, uh, many places)

The way my evening ended was i walked her home and she told me i was a great friend (though my hands had been, uh, many places)

I ended up running around the park naked at 3 A.M. I thought I was sober.

I ended up running around the park naked at 3 A.M. I thought I was sober.

i barfed in a parking lot and flipped off the stars.

Honestly, i like drugs better.

The only time I've encountered drugs was at my friend's party. All 16 of us were sitting around his house playing Halo. My friend went into his room and got some weed and started to light up. Being that just about everyone else was scared of drugs, they covered their noses with their shirts to avoid the bad smell. Like any normal person, I just breathed it in through my mouth. I was hoping to get high this way, but it didn't work.:( I don't know what was in his weed, but he was out sick for a week right after the party.

i wrote one under a different nation name and then somehow managed to delete it as i posted. damn touchpads. it was fucking good too. well, it was extensive anyway.

Did anyone here ever get so stoned they couldn't talk, and forgot where they lived?

Yeah..

This chick last night made out with a guy and his brother, and made us promise we didn't think she was a slut.

I made out with a girl and her sister in one night(but separately), am I a slut? :eek:

The only time I've encountered drugs was at my friend's party. All 16 of us were sitting around his house playing Halo. My friend went into his room and got some weed and started to light up. Being that just about everyone else was scared of drugs, they covered their noses with their shirts to avoid the bad smell. Like any normal person, I just breathed it in through my mouth. I was hoping to get high this way, but it didn't work.:( I don't know what was in his weed, but he was out sick for a week right after the party.

Dogshit?

Well, anyways, once some people I know tricked some guy into smoking dogshit because he never threw in, there was a picture of some hash that looked similar to it, so he believed them and light up and... yeah, I think he puked.

Did anyone here ever get so stoned they couldn't talk, and forgot where they lived?

Yeah..
Hehehehe...

My chums and I have actually invented names for certain things like that - the best being when you're just amazingly pissed and you can't really talk, or walk, or anything other than lie down and mumble -

I present to you - "burgered" - adj. "to be very pished indeed" prn. {brrrrr-urrr-grerr-d}

Came from going out with some mates after we'd had about 10 pints, but one of them had even more. Stumbled into a kebab-arium and asked him "mate, what d'ya want?" - the answer?

*points* "Brr-rrurrrger" *falls over and everyone laughs, even the people behind the counter*