I had my first chocolate hash bar tuesday, and seriously, I didn't even finish it, but I lost my fucking mind. Allow me to chart my evening.
10:30: Take first bite of chocolate bar
10:31: Curiosity gets the better of me and I look online to see how long before the effects kick in.
10:35: Turn on South Park, as my choice of good high television is South Park and Ren and Stimpy.
10:45: Getting antsy, wondering if I should take another bite, remember I was warned against taking another bite just cause I don't feel it yet.
10:47: Decided fuck it and took another bite.
11:00: Getting antsy, decide to take another bite.
11:15: Start feeling it, despite the effects only starting I decide I wanna get really completely baked so I take yet another bite.
11:30: I'm hungry, go downstairs to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
11:35 Take first bite, it's like I've never eaten anything before in my life and every tastebud is working for the first time, yes ladies and gentlemen, the secret to waking up your tastebuds is toasted sourdough bread and strawberry goobers.
11:45: Realize I am now so completely faded I can barely stand up, decide I want another sandwich.
11:55 or so: Finish second sandwich, am now looking at the stuff in the kitchen I have to clean. My head now feels too heavy for my neck, and my legs are doing that wavy thing with each step I take. Decide fuck it, and go back upstairs to watch Ren and Stimpy. I don't really remember watching it, just that I laughed... maybe, not too sure.
1:00ish: I'm lying in bed with the tv on playing South Park I believe, I don't look at the screen, but instead just listen, as I hear the show I'm creating my own visuals for everything. It's like 3D, but so much better.
I wake up like, 17 hours later, tv still on, head doing that spinning thing, I get up slowly, for some reason I'm sore all over. Perhaps I've seen too much tv but my first reaction was to see if I still had underwear on. Remember I was alone that night, realize that was probably kind of sad. Fuck it, I then finished off my bar. Life is good.
Also, my folks are going out of town for the weekend, so despite having work till about 1 am saturday I'm still getting a few friends over and taking care of some bad mother fucking business.
10:30: Take first bite of chocolate bar
10:31: Curiosity gets the better of me and I look online to see how long before the effects kick in.
10:35: Turn on South Park, as my choice of good high television is South Park and Ren and Stimpy.
10:45: Getting antsy, wondering if I should take another bite, remember I was warned against taking another bite just cause I don't feel it yet.
10:47: Decided fuck it and took another bite.
11:00: Getting antsy, decide to take another bite.
11:15: Start feeling it, despite the effects only starting I decide I wanna get really completely baked so I take yet another bite.
11:30: I'm hungry, go downstairs to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
11:35 Take first bite, it's like I've never eaten anything before in my life and every tastebud is working for the first time, yes ladies and gentlemen, the secret to waking up your tastebuds is toasted sourdough bread and strawberry goobers.
11:45: Realize I am now so completely faded I can barely stand up, decide I want another sandwich.
11:55 or so: Finish second sandwich, am now looking at the stuff in the kitchen I have to clean. My head now feels too heavy for my neck, and my legs are doing that wavy thing with each step I take. Decide fuck it, and go back upstairs to watch Ren and Stimpy. I don't really remember watching it, just that I laughed... maybe, not too sure.
1:00ish: I'm lying in bed with the tv on playing South Park I believe, I don't look at the screen, but instead just listen, as I hear the show I'm creating my own visuals for everything. It's like 3D, but so much better.
I wake up like, 17 hours later, tv still on, head doing that spinning thing, I get up slowly, for some reason I'm sore all over. Perhaps I've seen too much tv but my first reaction was to see if I still had underwear on. Remember I was alone that night, realize that was probably kind of sad. Fuck it, I then finished off my bar. Life is good.
Also, my folks are going out of town for the weekend, so despite having work till about 1 am saturday I'm still getting a few friends over and taking care of some bad mother fucking business.
texy:
Oi, prick! You're awesome. 