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Funny Shroom and acid stories
One time on acid I patted my dog for so long (like 2 hours) she got angry and started growling and snarling at me lol.
I once candy flipped and when the m hit I put on my running gear and started sprinting through my hometown streets and doing massive jumps along driveways hitting safety grabs. I must of looked like a lunatic - keep in mind I’m a pretty jacked guy aswell.
I took acid on the last day of high school but only so it hit after school. There was a giant party at the beach after school so naturally my friends and i went there. We were all on acid so we expected a good time. Some kid brought his jet ski to the beach so when nobody was looking, my two friends and i hopped on and ripped it around while tripping balls. it was fun but who the hell let three high schoolers who were off a ton of acid hop on a jet ski? One of the best times of my life.
lol I think I’ve told this story before.
Last season me and all my friends went to a sketchy hick party in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. The party was actually popping and there were a ton of skiers/snowboarders from our local hill there as well.
So we’re all having a good time when a mutual friend of ours comes around and says what up. He gave us this jug of orange juice and offered it to us saying that there was vodka in it.
The fucked part is that there was no vodka in it, but there was an unknown amount of liquid acid in that jug.
So like an hour later everyone who drank from the jug began tripping balls. I was doing alright but man that kid fucked a bunch of people up. People were going crazy. Half the people that drank the jug were throwing up or crying and the other half were crawling up the walls acting like crackheads.
And then the fucking kid who drove all of us there in his SUV left. So we ended up having to get this other kid (who hadn’t drank anything luckily) to drive us home in his tiny ass Subaru. And several random people also tagged along lol. So we had like 12 people crammed into one car most of whom were tripping balls. That car ride sucked ass but it was hilarious. This one kid was on top of everyone in the back seat and we kept yelling that we were taking him to church and he’d scream “NOOO I Don’t want to go to church” while laughing like a madman.
When we got back I was super fucked up and just went to bed, but everyone else stayed up and ran into the woods. They ran really far and stole a road sign. I woke up the next day and they were still awake from the night before just chilling in the living room with their plunder.
It wasn’t really funny when it happened, but looking back now it is. Still very fucked to dose people without their consent.
**This post was edited on Feb 24th 2020 at 8:18:11am
**This post was edited on Feb 24th 2020 at 1:17:29pm
I used to be a valet in college. Me and a few coworkers used to do shrooms after work and go longboarding through the parking garages in downtown Tulsa. One night they kicked in a little earlier than expected while I was parking a Range Rover. I ended up sitting in it with the heated seats on listening to BPM on XM radio for like 45 minutes. Coworker found me and was like uh shift ended like 10 minutes ago fuck boy.
My fiance and I drank shroom shakes over in Thailand last year. Was a little sketched out at first but it ended up being a super relaxing trip.
I have plenty of your typical music festival lsd/shroom stories.
I took some and worked in a haunted house in the cgerboard room. Everything was black and white checkerd including clothes and makeup and the room was at a slant and a strobe light was going at different intervals. Some olderdude walked in and was purposely trying to scare us and I freaked and ran out the room and ran down this pitch black hall straight into a cinderblock wall.
Oh boy here we go...
First time taking mushrooms I thought it would be a good idea to go a lil bit off trail and do some sick skiing on some snow/ice in my hiking boots. I slipped and grabbed onto a very thorny bush and got hundreds of tiny thorns all in my palm and fingers. I then stumbled out back onto the main paved trail on a very busy day just as a young family was passing by looking like a feral madman with blood dripping off my hands. I then was kinda freaking out over the blood on my hands on a park bench when this cute golden retriever came up to me and calmed me down, I don't think the owner was too stoked on me wiping my bloody and muddy hands all over his puppy though. I realized that it didn't really hurt that bad and kinda felt good in a weird way. So I spent the rest of my trip dancing the line between good trip and bad trip by manipulating my focus on my bloody hand. It felt like I was skiing a big spine and on one side was a wide open pristine pow face and the other was gnarly rocks cliffs and chutes. Then me and my fellow psychonaut thought it would be a good idea to go into a rug store on main street on a busy day, we lasted about 30 seconds before getting overwhelmed and leaving. Then I had a laughing fit in a fine art gallery.
My first time taking acid at a concert I struggled to cross the street because the asphalt was wet and I thought if I stepped on it I would sink in and drown. Then I had a really hard time choosing what slice of pizza I wanted.
I took a small dose of acid after a long mountain bike ride with my homies during a free music festival in the town near the trails we rode. We ended up getting overwhelmed by the crowds of the festival and deciding to get back on our bikes and explore around the decaying homes, farms, and abandoned mining operations. We found one mining operation that was pretty much a playground for dirt bikes and MTBs. Thinking that this was going to just a chill ride I had left my kneepads and bike shoes at the car and was wearing Chacos and running shorts, luckily I was smart enough to keep my helmet on. My homie's enduro bike was out of service so he was borrowing my new full suspension rig and I was rocking my XC hardtail from 2010 with clipless pedals. Anyways we pull up to this abandoned mining operation and it is just a playground of dirt piles, berms, natural pumptracks, spines, and chutes with stars in our eyes and heads full of THC and a lil bit of trippy confidence. We take a few chill laps to scope out the features and I'm feeling way overconfident at my abilities to maintain grip with my worn out sandals on my tiny slippery pedals. We come to the drop in for this jump, but it's not really a jump, more of just a triangular dirt pile about 8 feet tall. My friend drops in and rolls up to it at a decent speed and scrubs over the lip. I drop in and I'm telling myself to lay off the brakes and ride it smooth, I pump the lip and immediately regret it when I find myself in the air with my wheels about 4 feet above the lip looking at where I'm about to land. I completely overshot the backside of the dirt pile and went front wheel first to flat, bottoming out the fork hard, smashing my taint on my seat and bending the saddle rails, putting my stem into my stomach but somehow managing to push the bike behind and away from me before landing on my hands and knees. I think it was one of the better crashes I've had on my bike because it was about 12' from peak to flat and could have been a lot worse if my reflexes weren't as fast when I was ditching the bike on impact. I then had to run around in a circle while the pain in my balls and taint subsided. When I picked up my bike the saddle rails had been bent about 45 degrees sideways and the saddle rail clamp was pushing into the underside of the seat. We tried to bend my seat back in place but then ended up breaking it more and cruised the 6 miles back to camp. We went back to the festival to find a first aid tent to try to find some alcohol to rinse the gravel out of my knees and hands and literally all they had was a few bandaids of useless size and a travel size bottle of hand sanitizer. All in that day we rode about 30 miles of trail in the morning and another 20 in our trippy wanderings.
I was at a concert on acid with a broken shoulder and my arm in a sling and instead of putting my heavy winter jacket at the coat rack I took it with me into the crowd and had some random dude help me tie it around my waist. I gave him a hug after and then bumped some chick and she spilled red wine on my jacket.
I was on acid and a bunch of edibles at an Umphey's McGee concert and refused to move from dead center of the lawn as people bumped into me. I felt like my feet were planted into the ground and there was no way that I was moving from my sport where I was centered in the sound and lights of the amphitheater. Then several other wooks on a similar trippy wavelength were catching onto why I didn't want to move and we formed sort of a alliance of sturdy people who would help maintain our spot in the crowd as drunk people and spinners bumped into us. We never spoke a word to each other but all knew what we were trying to accomplish. We formed a triangular formation with short people in the front and middle and taller and sturdier people on the back and outsides.
On the bus back to town from the aforementioned Umphrey's show I was watching some moths flock toward a light and overcame my fear of moths. I realized how ridiculous it was for me to be afraid of them when I had spent the last 4 hours staring at flashing lights and flailing around. When the bus dropped me off I found myself at a bar for the afterparty and the band jammed almost as hard as Umphrey's. Then since I couldn't sleep yet I was riding my bike around the town and practicing my wheelies. I was so hyper-focused on my technique that I kept trying to do longer and longer wheelies, and after a few hours I was riding entire city blocks on my rear wheel. My goal was to ride over this bridge next to the venue that crosses a big river and has an uphill side and and slight downhill and a mellow turn. According to google maps it is about 500 ft across and I cleaned it and made it all the way to the next stop light, I think about 800 feet total. When I finally put my front tire back to pavement I was so happy I cried.
I got pretty drunk on new years and then took some shrooms and ended up at a funk show. I didn't miss a single beat and danced the entire time, but was wigged the fuck out whenever there was a set break and no music and just really couldn't handle being in the crowd by myself without a reason to dance like a madman.
i once had an opacity filter come over the mountains i was looking at that was a four left clover but instead of leaves it was the head of pepe, acid is some wack shit
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