Rugeley Villa Posted May 21, 2015 Share Posted May 21, 2015 Good tunes are guaranteed at mine you cheeky bastards, just like the curry. As for drugs...my other half wouldn't stand for that. But I could send her out. As long as RV brings his missus for some group action im game for that. will DHUTWU be the order of the night? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rugeley Villa Posted May 21, 2015 Share Posted May 21, 2015 So is this VT, coke and hookers party happening or what? could bring some hookers down from boro? 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dAVe80 Posted May 21, 2015 Share Posted May 21, 2015 So is this VT, coke and hookers party happening or what? could bring some hookers down from boro? I'll bring the Stockton ones. They're about £2.50 cheaper.... Apparently... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rugeley Villa Posted May 21, 2015 Share Posted May 21, 2015 i love a bargain me. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post YLN Posted May 21, 2015 Popular Post Share Posted May 21, 2015 Just remembered some interesting times on Magic Mushroom in Amsterdam. Now that's a hell of a drug. I remember having to convince our mate not to go and speak to the receptionist of the hotel to confirm everything was real. I was on a stag do there once and convinced a lad he could jump the canal (he'd consumed a punnet of the things). I bottled it and stopped him at the last minute though, just before he started his run up. 20 mins later we had to take him back to hotel and put him to bed. We did some seeds in Amsterdam the last time I was there. It was all going fine, until we decided to go do a pub crawl. One of those awful 'free drinks in every bar' pub crawls where you end up pissed out of your mind in a bar that no one would ever go to had they not been plied with the promise of free drink for the previous 3 hours. Following the rep around like men on day release from a sanitorium. We wanted to get some food before it started, so ventured to a McDonalds. Came in like a wrecking ball. Just sort of hanging out of the ceiling while everyone else looked on in wonder, or so we thought. Some people sort of crowded around us, or appeared to. I ordered my meal, with no small amount of help from the manager, and took my seat. I laughed at how paranoid I had become in this truly awful, evil restaurant. My friend looked over at me and asked aggressively what I was laughing at. He was fighting his own battle, and was sussing out which side I was on. I told him I was laughing at how **** I was. That seemed to calm him a little bit. I couldn't eat the meal. It looked like it had been prepared by Ronald McDonald himself, but while he was coming down off some 3 day bender. We returned to our hostel to sort of relax before the pub crawl. I spent the next couple of hours clinging to the base of the bunk on top of mine as I stared up at it. Holding onto it and sort of pulling myself towards it. It made me feel like I was regaining a degree of control. Eight hours had passed since we took the seeds. A number of times we had all pretty much decided that yes it was over, but then it would start up all over again. I began to eat chocolate bars because I heard that the sugar lessened the effects. We were all very sick of it at this point. One of the lads started playing a 'The Streets' song on his phone. It was the exact opposite of what we wanted to listen to. It sounded like someone rubbing two cheese graters against each other. Then a Swedish guy with dreadlocks arrived into the room and began talking to us about god knows what. The chocolate had worked and two of us headed off into the night, leaving the third man to stew alone in his ongoing mental despair. He continued to complain for the next three days that he was still 'tripping balls', We largely ignored him. I'm not sure what point I was trying to make. Stay out of my booze 9 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
troon_villan Posted May 21, 2015 Share Posted May 21, 2015 Good read, enjoyed that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lapal_fan Posted May 21, 2015 Share Posted May 21, 2015 Lmao. Sunflower seeds sure will **** you up man. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
troon_villan Posted May 21, 2015 Share Posted May 21, 2015 Lmao. Sunflower seeds sure will **** you up man. If YLN did long stories short. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
maqroll Posted May 21, 2015 Share Posted May 21, 2015 Then a Swedish guy with dreadlocks arrived Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stevo985 Posted May 22, 2015 VT Supporter Share Posted May 22, 2015 Yeah the mushrooms thing is weird. I've not experimented much in my life with drugs, but that's one that I have tried, again in Amsterdam. Never again. The night started brilliantly. Everything was utterly hilarious to me. The slightest joke made me cry with laughter. It was brilliant. I was having an amazing time for an hour or two, and couldn't understand why everyone didn't do mushrooms all the time. The first time I noticed anything was wrong was when I pissed myself. At least, I thought I had. It felt like my trousers were soaked through and I must have pissed myself. Investigation in the toilet confirmed that I really hadn't. But it was a weird sensation. Everything felt wet. If I ran my hand down the wall or along a table then it felt like there was a stream of water running across it. We went back to the hostel to meet some other friends which is when the paranoia first hit. Everyone knew I was on mushrooms and everyone hated me for it. Or so I thought. In reality it wasn't that obvious (according to friends who hadn't taken them). I sat in the hostel bar chatting to my mate and asked when they hostel had installed their huge TV which took up the entire wall of the bar. When the acted confused I turned and realised the TV was tiny. But in the corner of my eye it appeared gigantic. Then I went to the toilet to try and sick it up to stop the effects. Didn't work. I ended up clinging to the toilet bowl wretching the last bits of bile from my stomach as the imperfections on the paintwork of the cubicle walls turned into thousands of tiny bugs and simultaneously crept towards me. I panicked, then realised it was all in my head and made my way to the bar. Everyone was leaving so I tagged along. Then the colours started. Out into the square in Amsterdam and everything was so bright. The euphoria started again then. it was amazing, I was having the best time ever but all I was doing was standing in a square. Everything I liked was green. My group of friends emitted this green glow. Like a huge green halo around them. The hostel was green. The bar with the lights and playing the music was green. But groups of people we didn't know were Orange. Bright orange glows that made me incredibly uneasy. Again that shifted me towards paranoia. "Why are those tramps staring at us?" I asked. My friends pointed out that I was pointing to two bins. Then I became utterly convinced that my friends hated me. I couldn't stop apologising for making them hate me. That they'd rather be doing anything other than looking after me was all I could think about. They didn't care, obviously, but I was convinced. Eventually we went back to the hostel. I lay in bed scared that i would get up and somehow kill myself. I didn't want to, but I was convinced that if I fell asleep I wouldn't be able to control what I did. I text my mate and he came and got me, and as we were chatting in the hallway I snapped out of it. Quick as you like the effects were gone. They didn't seem to wear off, just one minute I was scared and didn't know what was real or wasn't real, and the next minute I was fine. I knew everything was fine, no more hallucinations and I just wanted to go to bed. And that was that. Weirdest night of my life. I'll never take them again, that's for sure. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lloydxmas Posted May 22, 2015 Share Posted May 22, 2015 (edited) LOL at the mushroom stories, great idea at the time. but as soon as those bad boys kick in you want it to end. Looking in the mirror or your hands is an odd experience! Mad how time seems to slow down when under the influence. Making a cup of tea/rollie literally seems like it's taken 3 hours and is one of the most complex problems in the universe. Acid = Never again! 1st/2nd times were fine, but the 3rd time turned into 15 hours of full blown hallucinations, burst blood vessels in my eyes and all sorts, then my big toe nail fell off for no reason. Think it took me 2 months to feel normal after that. But i'm glad I experienced it in general, amazing how something so small can alter the human mind to such a degree. Edited May 22, 2015 by simont123 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xann Posted May 22, 2015 Share Posted May 22, 2015 Again that shifted me towards paranoia. "Why are those tramps staring at us?" I asked. My friends pointed out that I was pointing to two bins. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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YGabbana Posted May 22, 2015 Share Posted May 22, 2015 Yeah the mushrooms thing is weird. I've not experimented much in my life with drugs, but that's one that I have tried, again in Amsterdam. Never again. The night started brilliantly. Everything was utterly hilarious to me. The slightest joke made me cry with laughter. It was brilliant. I was having an amazing time for an hour or two, and couldn't understand why everyone didn't do mushrooms all the time. The first time I noticed anything was wrong was when I pissed myself. At least, I thought I had. It felt like my trousers were soaked through and I must have pissed myself. Investigation in the toilet confirmed that I really hadn't. But it was a weird sensation. Everything felt wet. If I ran my hand down the wall or along a table then it felt like there was a stream of water running across it. We went back to the hostel to meet some other friends which is when the paranoia first hit. Everyone knew I was on mushrooms and everyone hated me for it. Or so I thought. In reality it wasn't that obvious (according to friends who hadn't taken them). I sat in the hostel bar chatting to my mate and asked when they hostel had installed their huge TV which took up the entire wall of the bar. When the acted confused I turned and realised the TV was tiny. But in the corner of my eye it appeared gigantic. Then I went to the toilet to try and sick it up to stop the effects. Didn't work. I ended up clinging to the toilet bowl wretching the last bits of bile from my stomach as the imperfections on the paintwork of the cubicle walls turned into thousands of tiny bugs and simultaneously crept towards me. I panicked, then realised it was all in my head and made my way to the bar. Everyone was leaving so I tagged along. Then the colours started. Out into the square in Amsterdam and everything was so bright. The euphoria started again then. it was amazing, I was having the best time ever but all I was doing was standing in a square. Everything I liked was green. My group of friends emitted this green glow. Like a huge green halo around them. The hostel was green. The bar with the lights and playing the music was green. But groups of people we didn't know were Orange. Bright orange glows that made me incredibly uneasy. Again that shifted me towards paranoia. "Why are those tramps staring at us?" I asked. My friends pointed out that I was pointing to two bins. Then I became utterly convinced that my friends hated me. I couldn't stop apologising for making them hate me. That they'd rather be doing anything other than looking after me was all I could think about. They didn't care, obviously, but I was convinced. Eventually we went back to the hostel. I lay in bed scared that i would get up and somehow kill myself. I didn't want to, but I was convinced that if I fell asleep I wouldn't be able to control what I did. I text my mate and he came and got me, and as we were chatting in the hallway I snapped out of it. Quick as you like the effects were gone. They didn't seem to wear off, just one minute I was scared and didn't know what was real or wasn't real, and the next minute I was fine. I knew everything was fine, no more hallucinations and I just wanted to go to bed. And that was that. Weirdest night of my life. I'll never take them again, that's for sure. The Times - 'An enchanting story from beginning to end 9/10' Imdb - 'Brilliant, a fantastic story 10/10' The Sun - 'Breathtaking' Will wait with excitement for the sequal 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
leemond2008 Posted May 22, 2015 Share Posted May 22, 2015 Whenever I have done mushrooms in the past I just fall asleep and have the weirdest **** up dreams you can imagine Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xela Posted May 22, 2015 Share Posted May 22, 2015 I've done drugs and had a great time*. Lightweights the lot of you! *apart from the time I crawled under some stairs in Amsterdam and started whimpering like a dog Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xann Posted May 22, 2015 Share Posted May 22, 2015 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AVFCDAN Posted May 22, 2015 Share Posted May 22, 2015 I just remembered that a large part of our shrooms experience was in the hotel room where we were also enjoying smoking all of Amsterdam's finest. My mate put his camera phone on the side and filmed for about an hour, none of us knew and he forgot it was there. To this day I have never watched the footage. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CarewsEyebrowDesigner Posted May 22, 2015 Share Posted May 22, 2015 i have the footage. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lapal_fan Posted May 22, 2015 Share Posted May 22, 2015 I want to see it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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