So, one of those standard industry dos last night.
I've been going to them for 30 years. The usual suspects in attendance.
Knowing I was going to drink a fair amount I managed to avoid eating anything. Offered a line or two by several old chums. Declined. 'Invited' to join the group heading off to the titties bar. Declined. Sloped off to bed at 1, still capable of cogent thought.
As a relatively recent convert to this whole 'clean living' stuff, I can tell you with absolute certainty that it is shÃ*t and not to be recommended. :-(
Oh don't whine Monty, we've all been there. As long as you
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Monty92
:nod: We took 33g, which would be known in the trade as a "heroic" dose.
I got The Full Monty. Dissolution of the self, vivid hallucinations, a deep sense of being a part of nature, buried childhood memories, insights into relationships, and all sorts.
It was like 20 years of psychoanalysis in 8 hours. Although worryingly my grandma's inappropriate touching didn't feature once, which suggests I'm entirely comfortable and at peace with her molestation of me :-\
never actually came in granny's mouth it wouldn't even count as incest.