Are you sure you'd wanna be fucked up beyond belief, and strip your judgement, in a place where judgement is completely necessary?'

In that case, I'd just stand outside and watch the "pretty lights" ...

Dear thrash, have you not done those drugs before?  Those may alter judgment, but none would make me freak out or do something stupid like open the door.  That's why I said no other drugs. I chose specific ones that would relax you and put you in another world.

Yeah thrash, PCP would never make someone wig out and do irrational shit.

It's demonized in the media.  It makes unstable people freak out.  Go buy some PCP and do some and tell me if you agree.  If not, STFU.

I've had plenty of friends who have done completely whacked out shit while on it that I'd prefer to stay the fuck away from it. They're very entertaining stories though, stuff like deciding that your buddy has been abducted by aliens so you decide to steal a car to save yourself or trying to murder your room mate with a machete, etc.

is that how you got started sucking tranny cock you homo?

everyone blames it on the pcp dont they.

Ah!  DAVID.

Most certainly not David! Keep guessing. I was thinking maybe it was a certain ex of mine but he was obsessive about me not getting fat so I doubt it.

Matt?

I've had plenty of friends who have done completely whacked out shit while on it that I'd prefer to stay the fuck away from it. They're very entertaining stories though, stuff like deciding that your buddy has been abducted by aliens so you decide to steal a car to save yourself, trying to murder your room mate with a machete, etc.

I once pretended I was on a beach so hard that I almost transported myself there, physically.  I stopped it from happening, though, because attempting instantaneous travel would have likely smeared my constituent atoms across the space between the two points, especially if I lost my focus in the middle of the transfer.  That was not the effect which I desired, so I reasserted a singular spacetime presence and sat down in a lawn chair.

This story may or may not have anything to do with PCP.

This story may or may not have anything to do with PCP.

Oh I have an "I'm not telling if it was PCP" story too! So something... caused me to get up and purposefully walk away from my friends and into a melee of other people at night in the middle of a city that was under heavy lockdown* as a result of massive protests. This was a city in deep Franco Quebec and I was A)not yet comfortable with the language, and B)no longer as sober as I could have been. At some point I tried to come back and find them again, but I'd wandered away from the park that they were in so far that in going toward points of human activity I found myself back at the frontlines of the protest - this was like 10 blocks away. I tried to find anyone who spoke English but had no luck. I don't remember what happened next and then suddenly I saw a cab drive out of the gloom. God knows where I was since cabs don't hang out in the red-zone. I thankfully remembered the name of the place I was staying and just kept repeating this to the cabbie over and over till he just took off. I passed out in the cab and he had to shake me awake. The first thing I did was to puke on his shoes. Then tried to pay him but he just wanted me gone. I threw all the change I had in my pockets through the open window in the back as he drove away. The security guard at the place I was at wanted me to take a shower before coming in because I was drenched in CN gas. I couldn't understand him, though, and just bolted past him to the safety of the building. I don't remember anything after bolting past him, but I woke up in the right room with my buddies around me and I felt amazing. I'd slept like a child and was ready for the new day. My buddies had also managed to loose track of each other, however since there were 5 of us the others had gotten lost in pairs so they were fine. And that's why I don't do things that may or may not be PCP any more.

*Nothing martial-law-like, but every single building was boarded up with heavy duty slats and much looting had already happened despite these precautions.

I've had plenty of friends who have done completely whacked out shit while on it that I'd prefer to stay the fuck away from it. They're very entertaining stories though, stuff like deciding that your buddy has been abducted by aliens so you decide to steal a car to save yourself, trying to murder your room mate with a machete, etc.

I once pretended I was on a beach so hard that I almost transported myself there, physically.  I stopped it from happening, though, because attempting instantaneous travel would have likely smeared my constituent atoms across the space between the two points, especially if I lost my focus in the middle of the transfer.  That was not the effect which I desired, so I reasserted a singular spacetime presence and sat down in a lawn chair.

This story may or may not have anything to do with PCP.

see, i do shit like this when i get drunk. seriously, hook me up with a bottle of gin and i will go a little wonky. two bottles and i'm batshit fucking insane. i smoke a little weed (which i haven't done in seven years) and i get pretty mellow, albeit a bit paranoid that perhaps i'm eating my cereal far too loudly. i can't imagine taking any psychedelics or whathaveyas. i would probably literally kill someone.

yes, well if you measure how much hard liquor you drink in units of the bottle then you're forgiven for doing lots of stuff

yes, well if you measure how much hard liquor you drink in units of the bottle then you're forgiven for doing lots of stuff

Amen, brother.

yes, well if you measure how much hard liquor you drink in units of the bottle then you're forgiven for doing lots of stuff

That's the truth!!

Best quote ever.

We need an archive for best quotes ever. I can recall at least a dozen

There would be dead children hanging from hooks that would speak to me in esoteric tongues of the finest delight.

mmmm turkish delight...

brb...

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