What is your most favorite thing you have ever done while all bombed up on liquor and weed?

I streaked through a Red Lobster in Detroit wearing only work boots and black socks.

It was about -20 in February. As you might guess, little guy was all turtled up.

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oh how we do laugh.

There may or may not have had some mescaline involved also.:hippie: :evilgrin: :crazy:

Oh snap!

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screw?

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took the exam (and qualified for nook clear technition)and then wehn i sobered upa bnd discovered what i did i was able to get out of it.

One of the most jaw-dropping, stupefyingly insane lineup of artists in music since Woodstock (the headliner of course was RATM's reunion show) and it HAD to be experienced the right way. :smoke: :toast:

RATM was incredible. I admit that I wasn't stoned though there was a lot of crack there.

A pack of Zig-Zags instead of my Drivers License. He was Not Amused.

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in college---yes, actually happened ( acid team beat us too, but I personally was 4 for 5 at bat and made only one error playing third base-and not my fault; infield changed dimensions right before my throw)

I went to a wedding. Had a blast and didn't make an ass out of myself! Everything was so bright and beautiful, in my stoned out mind.

added to the sense of "logic and proportion having fallen softly dead" from that fine spring day in 1970 in my post above still being fresh in what's left of my mind, the whole duck thing became momentarily crystal clear.

It was a house party and I'd been drinking Irish whiskey straight, no chaser. Although I vaguely remember it, I'm told that I was standing there swaying back and forth having a bizarre conversation with a guy with really, long hair who was also moving in alcohol-induced, Newtonian gyrations of his own. For some reason we were speaking "hippie-speak" to each other. (This was back in the day when guys with long hair were considered hippies.) The conversation apparently consisted of "dude, hey man, outasite, dude, chick, groovy and a few words in between" (pure jabberwocky, but the conversation apparently made sense to the two of us).

A group gathered to listen and everyone was laughing their ass off until I suddenly tilted forward and passed out on my face.

My memory is hazy after that, but I have a vague recollection of being rolled up in an Oriental carpet and hauled outside into a van and hearing my friends singing the song from Snow White, "Hi Ho, Hi Ho."

Never touched whiskey ever again.

Oh Whiskey, you are the devil.

My best friend was singing in the school choir and we did some shrooms before her performance. She asked me to come hear her sing and I did, unfortunately. I staggered into the church halfway through the production and started singing along with the choir. At the top of my lungs. High on Mushrooms. I was quickly escorted out of the building.

Fell flat on my back from the 3rd floor.

Good thing the ground was soft and soggy from the rain.

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Damn kids wouldn't stop screaming so I turned around and went home.

giving weekend several years ago my girl friend at the time (and it was in the "we're crazy about each other" phase) and I went to San Francisco and had a blast shopping in New Age, Head Shops, and just odd stuff stores in one of the many, many cool areas in The City.

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mind you, not alone.

I was at a party, this female friend of our had been throwing herself at my best friend for weeks. He'd blown her off for her sorority sister so with a lot of artificial courage, I was like "I'll take you home with me." She was like "Okay" and so we went back to my dormroom. The next day my best friend was all "dude, she was my fallback option" (The sorority sister fell through obviously.)

I said "Tough Shit." and it was tough shit. If you're not willing to make a decision, expect that decisions will be made for you.

Yeah it was broad daylight too. Ahhhh those were the days my friend...