Benders!

Anybody have a good drug and/or booze bender stories? (not necessarily to you self).

Not really.

uh. once, I ate too many antacids, and I saw a big pink elephant that asked me for gas money. then it exploded. pink stuff flew all over the room, and SPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAM then, the sheep exploded too! weird. I'm not touching TUMS ever again.

Booze and not enough sleep don't go well together.
I started hallucinating once. I saw birds flying everywere. When I looked again, the bird was gone. I'm not kidding you. However, this didn't stop me from grabbing the bottle again :)

I was sick and loaded on the wrong kind of drugs once. Spent the entire night watching some Braveheart-esque war play out on my bedsheets. Messy.

Closest thing to a boozer was...

Going out at 9pm on a friday, getting absolutely slaughtered, waking up the next day with a guy and a girl in my bed (i went on to marry the girl ;)), sleeping til 7pm, then going back out at 9pm again and staying out til 6am (Krazyhouse all-nighter).

No hand-down-the-toilet instances that weekend, luckily.

A friend of mine (a really great stoner guy) managed to get a 12yr old kid to drink bong water once. Pure kid was vomiting up blacker water and crap everywhere aftewards apparently.

Heh, last night, after having a few drinks at my friends house, I woke up and found my dad throwing a blanket over me, and I thought I saw my little brother, so I went to hit him in the head and tell him to get the hell outta my room.

And I hit the bedhead :P

Just yesterday... or two days ago... I can't remember I ended up stoned as fuck in a library talking with my old 7th grade teacher. That was the first time I was at a library without baing dragged in there by my parents.

Although my usual memories of being stoned are generally in the same place we call 'the spot'. It's just a little spot (duh) in some woods with a matress, a four level tree house, a rolling table, lots of bugs, and a few chairs. I can't remember how many times I've puked over there, or how many drugs I've tried over there, but I know it's a lot. I remember when my friends left me there with a crackhead that was going to talk me into doing a rock with him while they went for food and never came back, yes that was deep. I also remember smoking my first kinebud over there, pretty sure that's the place I discovered oxycontins. Then there was that day we had nitrous over there, some other shit we used as flame throwers to toast bugs, and that sorta shit. God, soo many memories, over the years that place is like another home to me.

EDIT: Actually my favorite memory is when me and a few people snuck out of school, and went into someones backyard. You could see the whole school football field from there. What made it soo special is that the school was having an outside 'end of the year' party, so everyone was out there in the sun walking around aimlessly and looking at us, sitting on some chairs in the shade smoking dutches and laughing at them. Fucking sweetest memory I have.

My best was doing some L.S.D on duty on an aircraft carrier in Singapore and telling a lieutenant that I could see the red line on a thermometer 400' away across hangar bay.

Bah, I got drunk one time and puked all over this one girl (she was a bitch anyway). Heh, she freaked out and ran like hell, then I passed out of my friend's couch. That party sucked.

I bet The Rogue Hippy does.

IMJack said:

I was sick and loaded on the wrong kind of drugs once. Spent the entire night watching some Braveheart-esque war play out on my bedsheets. Messy.

That once happened to me while I had a high fever.

A couple of nights ago, a friend got really drunk and two other people grabbed him and shaved his chest.

Once on LSD I saw a bunch of shadows form a giant alien head. It's lips began moving as if it were trying to say something. I knew it wasnt real but I thought about speaking to it just to see what it would say.

The only time I've ever been fucked up on anything was the time they put me on codine for my wisdom teeth (or the gaping holes that previously held my wisdom teeth, to be more exact). I was sitting there in my dad's tralier watching TV for a whole weekend yet I didn't remember a damn thing I saw. Apparently the medicine made me completely disconnect. I couldn't feel a damn thing, so even though I was sitting down, it felt like I was floating in a void. And the whole time I was very tired yet not able to sleep at all.

Anyway, the trippiest thing was due to an alergic reaction I apparently have to opiates. You see, it gave me this prickly feeling all over my body, especialy my arms that made it feel like hairs were growing out of every porn in my body or I was being nibbled by tiny insects. Of course my brain must have interpreted this to mean that there were actualy bugs all over me so whenever I looked down at my arms, I could see little fleas all over them. Then when I went to smack them away, they would just kind of vanish. Real weird.

My one-week bender was fun, but I spent £1000 in that one week, and so did my friends, so no doing that agian soon. That was after GCSEs.

I remember that me and a bunch of friends at an art school used to smoke weed and play Uno every night.