I split up with my girlfiend the next day, neither would speak to me. No idea what I did though I just woke up in that bed.
The first time I did a bucket bong (google it if you dont know what that is), I was round my mate Griffs house and I started to freak out because the music was ****ing my head up, it was a song called "Ghetto Heaven", and I thought it was saying "Guitar Heaven" and I was picturing loads of guitars growing angel wings and flying into the sky. I completely freaked out and he wouldn't let me leave his room because his mum was downstairs and she didn't know what we had been up to, so he stood in front of his bedroom door. I told him to turn the music off and he wouldn't because he and two of my other mates found it hilarious to see me freak out, so I opened his bedroom window, and climbed on to the roof of his house to get away from the music. His mum was out in the garden hanging up washing and when she saw some 14 year old kid, off his nut, sitting on her roof she went mental and called the Fire Brigade (after about 20 minutes of trying to coax me down, unsuccessfully), before they arrived, I lept off the roof onto the top of their shed, which of course couldn't take my weight and instantly caved in, and I landed on top of her gardening equipment, and a pitchfork pierced through my right forearm and I broke my nose on impact. Griff's older sister Ellie was a nurse, which is probably what saved my life, as I would have bled out otherwise. But I ended up at MK General with a bandaged arm and a nose splint. My mum came to the hospital and when she found out what had happened, she pissed herself and called me a "knob", till I reminded her of the time, when I was 12, that I had to pull her out of the bathtub because she had taken Ecstacy and Ketamine and freaked out because she thought she was being sucked down the plug hole
I just read the whole first page of this, the gayest thread ever to be shat onto Not606 even though i knew after the first few lines of the OP it was going to be filled with ****tarts boring the ****e out of each other. Wow confession really does salve the soul. I'm gonne convert to Papism.
Might have tried to, that's the feeling I get from the silence the next day. Her mum was quite fit and I mentioned it to my girlfriend as a joke a while before the incident.
Have tried more or less everything now, except Heroine, Crack and Crystal Meth (which IMO are the only drugs which should be illegal). Coke is ****e, costs too much and lasts 15 minutes Speed is ok when you are on it, but has the worst come down ever, 4 hours of goodness followed by 2 days of being bed ridden, is not a good trade up in my opinion. Ecstacy quite franky its name should be reported under the Trade Descriptions act, as there is nothing ecstatic about it.
Clearly never had a good pill. Where have you been ? There's been some amazing ecstasy around over the years
I'm rightfully expecting disgust and abuse from most members of the forum for this admission: When I was primary school age I was a Liverpool fan.
Some blokes like football, and some like to combine necrophillia with beastiality. Each to their own I suppose.
1) really did need both to explain just how ****ing unbearable he was 2) I was stoned, pissed and he really was a ****ing seriously unbearable prick
My best confession went like this " Bless me father for I have sinned , it has been 3 years since my last confession , these are my sins " ..." Father , I've done everything but kill "
