trippy goodness

[scabre]

has anyone got any fun *omg too trippy for words you had to be there because i thought i was an elephant on the moon* night out stories?
not that you lot seem the type of course

[Bondage Clown]

I have 3 kids and a pregnant girl at home... What is this night out thing you are talking about?

[sheramil]

once, matt, mike and i were out near melbourne airport. in the cattle-country hills nearby. matt was playing his trumpet to the cows, trying to get some reaction, and mike and i were shouting out to the cow-mutilating aliens (they HAD to be nearby, with all these cows) "COME AND ABDUCT US! WE HATE IT HERE!"

then we saw a giant black cloud shaped like a rabbit. and it was going to pounce on the city. we called as many people as we could think of on mike's mobile, but for some reason no-one would believe us. the most cogent response we got was "you guys are tripping again, right?"

[mmmcherry]

playing a trumpet to the cows heh...
your buddy is my hero sheramil

[Black Spiral Dancer]

We were out on tuesday to see Echo & the Bunnymen. The gig had finished and we were walking to the bus when we saw a drunk that had been pestering us all evening. He hadn't see us, but from the distance we were at, we could hear him saying, as he kept one foot still and moved the other,

It's not working!

over and over again. My wife, being extremely nervous around drunks, suggested we go the other way, but we couldn't help but laugh at the sheer lunacy of the scene.

[sheramil]

playing a trumpet to the cows heh...
your buddy is my hero sheramil

mine, too. alas, Matt got a girlfriend and lost interest in the band; that's when the "Frantic Dogpaddle" mission was terminated. he was the one competent musician we had, and also owned most of the equipment (gods, the things we used to do with that SE-70 effects box..).

Matt once wrote this excellent parody of those leaflets that supposedly warn you of the hidden dangers of junk food. it was beautiful; the first words were "Bite into your nugget, human." he went on to describe the terrible chemicals in use by the fast food business, in point form, ending many of the points with ".. resulting in bloating of the nerve fibres AND DEATH."

Matt Curtis, wherever you are, i hope you're having a hell of a time.

http://members.tripod.com/~matt_curtis/

[mmmcherry]

hahaa i would love to read one of those pamphlets... i would never eat junk food again.

[Mr Karl]

ooohhhh fuuuuck, some year I'll actually come down and tell you all about it

[Flip]

was listening to "Ride of the valkieries" thinking i was some sort of super hero saving babies falling from the sky

[HeadlessBill]

It wasn't a night out thing, it was a more of an early morning in the parking lot outside of work thing, but the last odd thing to happen to me is related in this thread:

http://www.blueblood.net/boards/showthread.php?t=6310

At least I have sort of proof that this happened.

[Mr Karl]

I remember that, have you seen her since?

[HeadlessBill]

Nope.

[Oil~Boy 26]

there was that one time in band camp

OB~26

[Anarkey]

Does the time i found God in a Bologna sandwitch count..

could have be the 4 hits of Chocalte Mesqcaline i did ,,,,geee YA THINK!
ya i did drugs in my younger days .. plz forgive me , im so full of sin ..

And then there was band camp!..

[mmmcherry]

it totally wasnt the mescaline man... god lives in bologna sandwiches

'strue!

[drewblood]

about 10 years ago at a rave i had 2 hits of acid and 2 hits of e.... when i got too fucked up to dance i sat down in a corner.... a corner that was full of someone's puke. i got some crazy visuals looking at the vomit... it felt like it was acid and burning into my skin through my clothes...i tore everything off.... i'm sure people around me thought i was crazy.

[a_small_death]

Me and a friend of mine went out to the bar one night and tried an experiment to see how desperat the women on the bar scene where here. Well after getting the chipmunk lady to buy us alot of beer, I went back to the house and grabed the last bottle of jack, after I heard lets go to the golf course and play truth or dare. I became a flash of light and disipeared back to my house. My friend the next day told me that after disipeared he hid up in tree for several trying to out run a necked and drunk chipmunk lady. Man I'll never that down.