I just wanna read some rediculous trippin stories cause I'm really excited and can't wait till tomorrow. Last time me and my friend did them we could only get our hands on an 1/8 and had to split it, this time we're both taking 1/8s. We were chillin at my house watching Discovery Channel in HD. They had a special on Pygmy Elephants and for the next 3 hours every object in my room that I looked at looked like an elephant or had elephant characteristics.

Then my pops came in and brought us both bowls of split pea soup, and I went into the living room and had a crazy conversation with him, the end of which he asked me how much pot me and my friend had smoked (none). When I came back 40 minutes later my friend had not touched his soup and was staring at the bowl twisting his spoon around in it. He started tellin me about how crazy it is that he can control the fate of this soup and how it doesn't exist outside of the bowl. He said that he was like a god to the world of the soup.

At the end of the day my boy from Brooklyn came through to drive my friend and I to his crib to pick up some bud and I had a crazy time staring out the window of the car at the city flying by with the snow falling. All in all a good trip.

I'm going mushroom hunting tomorrow nothing better than delicious yellow and grey morels. mmmmmm

wel if no one else is gonna tell stories...

^^^I want to go shrooming with this man.

-Boil shrooms
-Filter water they were boiled in and make cherry kool-aid
-Slice boiled shrooms and place on pizza
-Lie in the weeds on a hillside and watch the pirate ships on Lake Decatur
-Laugh till you can't breath at ur buddy getting up, introducing himself, and carrying on a conversation with the aliens whose spaceship just landed on the water

nuthing better then a good trip. have fun and take the full 8th.

Peyote>>>>>shrooooooms

I should finish up my shroom supply this weekend...

I use to go mushroom searching with my dad on his 240 acres years ago. Nothing better then puting a batch of those in a pan with some butter. Now that is good eats.

I used to grow my own so i've got a few stories.

I took a bag to work for a friend. We did the usual meet at a grocery store parking lot a few blocks away so we could hop in the same car, smoke a joint, and deliver the pizzas. By the time we got to the first house we were both pretty baked. My buddy takes the pie up to the front door and an old lady answers the door, and gives him some fresh cookies as a tip... score!

I gave him the shrooms, and somehow he persuaded me to eat some. About 1/2 the bag was primordia (little nubs that grow on the cakes but never fully mature) so obv I obliged and had no more than .5 gram just expecting a little buzz.

We get back to the store about 20 minutes after we dosed, and i'm already feeling it... or i'm just so baked that I think I am. Another 15-20 minutes pass in the store and i'm definitely feeling the full effect.

I leave w/ another delivery and get to the place about 20 minutes later after about 15 wrong turns and 5-6 episodes of going in/out of reality (realizing I was supposed to be delivering a pizza). I finally get to the place (about 6 blocks from the store). 3 nerdy high school aged girls answer the door obv all horned up wanting to see if the pizza guy was hymen busting material. They're all trying to chat me up, but i'm off on another planet and try to make it seem like i'm busy and need to leave. I turn around to leave and somehow catch my foot just right on something, and fall face first down 3 steps, rolling my ankle and feeling/hearing the sickest sound i've ever heard my body make. Anyone who has ever sprained or broken their ankle knows what I mean.

I Immediately hopped up and tried to gimp my way back to my car, but it was painfully obvious that I couldn't put any weight at all on it so i took a seat on their porch in embarrased, tripping defeat. Within what couldn't have been more than 9.2 seconds I look down to see my socks and shoes off of both feet, and one of the girls holding an ice pack on my ankle, comparing it to the other.

I agree to let them take me to the hospital as I couldn't really see any other way around it... being that I couldn't really move on my own. I remember sitting with all of them in the lobby... probably talking to them about the weirdest shit and never even getting the slightest hint from them that they might've thought I was even a little fucked up on something.

I took an x-ray and they found a fracture in a bone on the top of my foot. I called a friend to come pick me... and the whole hospital ordeal was the perfect excuse to not have to go back to work.

Popped a few grams with a couple of buddies and went out barhopping. After last call when we were leaving the bar a scuffle broke out and the chick in front of me gets pushed into me and her cigarette goes right into my left eye. Luckily I am totally numb, but I can hear the ember sizzle on my eye. Now my paranoia goes thru the roof as we walk back the 2 blocks to the house to drive to the hospital. Luckily i had one sober roommate who was studying. In the hospital they put my head in a vice while they scraped my eyeball. I was Mikhail from Lost for a week. Good times.

I smoked up with my friends occasionally. My only story that I have is that one time a buddy took shrooms and then gave me a 4 hours long lecture on how the baseball swing developed, including how it changed when the cup introducted.

I also smoked so much that I puked for about 5 hours, that was the last time I ever did it.

Great stories!!

never done it and probably never will, but god these stories are hilarious, so f'ing random its funny as hell

keep em flowing if you have em

First ( and last time ) I ever took acid I took 2 drops in the eye from a visine bottle. It was about 30 minutes or so and I didn't feel shit yet....so I asked another buddy to get me two paper hits that people were taking as well ( everyone was taking acid, small group of about 10 friends or so ). I took two hits of purple gel stuff and then like 5 min after that the first two liquid drops started kicking in. I was starting to freak that I took too much since it was my first time....

I was sitting in the living room with about 2-3 people and I was in this real comfortable love seat when I noticed the floor looked like it was sinking.... I told one of my buddies that the floor was sinking and for everyone to pick up their feet so we didnt get sucked in. Needless to say we sat there laughing and shit for a while before we thought it was safe to get up and walk around.

By now Im tripping my balls off and having a great time, and then this is when it turned ugly....

A few friends pulled me into a room and they were talking about how they thought that we were in a video game and in another world....and outside of the room we were in was some sort of alternate universe. I started to get really freaked out and went to the bathroom and called a friend and told her to pick me up cuz I needed to get " out of this world ". She came and got me and drove me home ( thank god my parents were out of town )....and I sat in my room by myself for like 4-6 more hours tripping balls with no tv or lights on sitting in my bead hearing all kinds of crazy voices and shit like that. I was having full blown conversations with my friends who were at the other party but no one was at my house except for me. Scariest shit I've ever been through.

I used to take a lot of X back then and smoke weed.....I never touched drugs again after that night. Been close to 5 yrs now.

This was at the 2nd Bonnaroo. It was basically a free-for-all there. People were not only just yelling out the normal "doses, molly, headies", they were actually holding up the product. So you could survey down the line and window shop for what you want. Anyways, after checking out the whole line i decide the pick of the litter is from a guy wearing a Missouri shirt (hate MU, love MUPP, go Jayhawks)

I take more than my fill and my friends do the same. I immediately get seperated from them and don't care. I skip down Shakedown Street to the see Ben Harper. Before I know it, the entire sky is black (at 1pm). The ground is turning a neon and everyone's face is morphing in and out in a euphoria of colors. My legs elongate and it appears as if I'm walking on stilts. I had taken my fair share of drugs, but not the psychadelics. So needless to say this was an awakening experience. I was a lost sheep wandering around with my eyes cuckoo, convinced I had lost my friends and was in the Black Whole Sun Video (people started melting). A few sets later I finally find my friends and do the 'Chariots of Fire" running through a field routine. Go back to our camp and find out our neighbor in the tent next to us died of a Heroine overdose. I finally stabalize soon after.

Sorry I can't go into the vivid details that everyone else can...my memory sucks. But for my recommendation I would do it at a concert. Body Highs are unreal (Matisyahu), and definitely makes for a great night.