(max.it)
9/21/2012 11:20:00 PM
On Fri, 21 Sep 2012 16:26:30 -0400, "conway caine"
<conwaycaine@bellsouth.net> wrote:
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>"Lady Azure, Baroness of the North Pole" wrote in message
>news:YY2dnRc8oOwZkMXNnZ2dnUVZ_gOdnZ2d@posted.gcicommunications...
>>conway caine wrote:
>> "S?im? mac Liam" wrote in message "Lady Azure, Baroness of the North
>> Pole"
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>> ****LSD does wonderful things for those what indulge.
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>Stop taking so much, maybe you would be able to Comprehend the World around
>you
>sometime!
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>***I've known a few LSD users. I'm not at all sure they had a firm grasp on
>reality...........
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Depends what you are doing at trip time.You sparked a memory for me.
Once I was gifted a couple of blotters for giving a guy a lift home
home from the airport. He told me they were strong, so I cut them in
half and shared the bits with my mates. Off we went to Newcastle, not
the beach or arcades, up the mountain.
When we arrived at the carpark at the bottom of the hike the oul
blotters had started to kick in. After only like 500 yards up the
trail there were policemen everywhere, loads of them. A child had got
lost and there was a big search on. We got offside and headed to the
beach, another bad idea, radio station roadshow on the beach. The
arcades were too crazy so we sat on the sea wall on the main street.
Everything was going rightly (if not stranger by the moment), until
this old lady came along and started speaking to one of our mates. She
was loud and telling him how well his photo in the paper looked with
his orange sash an all. Mistaken identity, but tripping out in the
middle of crowded fenian Newcastle, this was just too crazy.
We fled to the park, and sat on a seat next the boating pond.
These guys, who looked the inbred brethren biege shirt and brown tie
type came along with a putter from the putting green. They carefully
placed the putter so it was hanging into the water with the hitting
bit on the edge of the pond and the handle bit underwater. Then the
went away laughing.
By this stage the heads were going full on disney time and this action
was just far too profound. We squabbled about what to do next (where
we could hide) no chance of driving home within the next 3 hours at
least. A couple decided to travel the whole 100 yards to the fried
chicken shop and a couple to stay put and keep an eye out (for what I
do not know).
I was a keep an eye outer, and as the brave men had got just 50 yards
away, the inbreds came back, and the tall one kicked the putter into
the pond. They laughed and laughed and then ran away. My head is still
fried with that incident 30 years on. Or more like, we were there for
12 hours before anyone was capable of driving home, and I can only
remember what feels like about an hour's worth of the trip ;/ Wonder
what I done for the other 11 hours? I should write this shit down
before I forget - again.
max.it (the orange cage)