Just thought it was worth a mention. On Friday night I went to the Cage for Hamleto's b'day. It was great and we all had a very nice time peaking off our tits, but I have to admit that the fun started at around 7.15am.
Myself and 3 friends left the cage as we had been most generously invited to go and chill at Pingers place while he was here. He told me to rock up at around 8am and being the drug fucked hippies we were, we overestimated and found our selves stuck at McDnalads at 6.50am, having around an hour to waste. By this time we were not in a pretty state. I was scattered and paranoid as were my friends. We had that feeling of not wanting to go anywhere, but not feeling content anywhere we were, if you get my drift. So I headed into the toilets at maccahs to clean my face and hands as I was feeling very dirty (but the dirt you cant rub off) and recieved a very pleasant call.
"Horsey, where the fuck are ya???" yelled Pinger
"eh? You mean we can come now?"
"hell yeah!"
So off we headed in eager anticipation and eventually arrived at Pingers. We sat down at the table but something was not right. I think it was the paranoia and tiredness but we felt very uncomfortable, and I think Pinger picked up on this.
"You guys look like you could do with some orange juice" (Pingers home brand orange juice *nudge nudge* "ghb ahem ahem")
"er... I guess"
So, we sat there drinking our orange juice and in 5 minutes a smile had crept onto all of our faces. Yes folks, we were g'd.
"Lets smoke a spliff" stated Pinger
"Er....I guess
"
This procedure continued for many an hour until we got the point were my eyes were off the planet and I couldnt stop laughing. Nothing was making sense, I couldnt link things together and as for memory, you could kiss that right off. We were all off our faces. Picture this: Pinger, Myself, Alex and Nick lying in a circle talking about absolute bollocks, laughing our tits off having the time of our lives. I couldnt sit straight and nothing was making sense and I couldnt have had it any other way. Pinger was giggle city as was ALex who kept talking and talking and talking. (god bless em!!
)I guess this post has two points to it. firstly: Thankyou Pinger. Words cannot express how much we appreciate you putting us up like that. A true gentleman and I very very much doubt coming down could be a more fun experience than what happened on Saturday morning. Great company (although who the fuck were those two guys???) and GREAT drugs. There is nothing like GHB. It is the best drug invented bar none. I cant imagin coming down without it. (enough with the drivvle, I love ya werk man)
secondly: Who else finds coming down just an absolute blast? I love it, and in the case of saturday, probably a little more than friday night. Anyway, love to hear your view on it. A lot of people dread comedowns. I relish in them and fucking look foward to them.
Two points of advice tho: Dont smoke bongs and dont take cid. A recipe for paranoia distaster.
Myself and 3 friends left the cage as we had been most generously invited to go and chill at Pingers place while he was here. He told me to rock up at around 8am and being the drug fucked hippies we were, we overestimated and found our selves stuck at McDnalads at 6.50am, having around an hour to waste. By this time we were not in a pretty state. I was scattered and paranoid as were my friends. We had that feeling of not wanting to go anywhere, but not feeling content anywhere we were, if you get my drift. So I headed into the toilets at maccahs to clean my face and hands as I was feeling very dirty (but the dirt you cant rub off) and recieved a very pleasant call.
"Horsey, where the fuck are ya???" yelled Pinger
"eh? You mean we can come now?"
"hell yeah!"
So off we headed in eager anticipation and eventually arrived at Pingers. We sat down at the table but something was not right. I think it was the paranoia and tiredness but we felt very uncomfortable, and I think Pinger picked up on this.
"You guys look like you could do with some orange juice" (Pingers home brand orange juice *nudge nudge* "ghb ahem ahem")
"er... I guess"
So, we sat there drinking our orange juice and in 5 minutes a smile had crept onto all of our faces. Yes folks, we were g'd.
"Lets smoke a spliff" stated Pinger
"Er....I guess

This procedure continued for many an hour until we got the point were my eyes were off the planet and I couldnt stop laughing. Nothing was making sense, I couldnt link things together and as for memory, you could kiss that right off. We were all off our faces. Picture this: Pinger, Myself, Alex and Nick lying in a circle talking about absolute bollocks, laughing our tits off having the time of our lives. I couldnt sit straight and nothing was making sense and I couldnt have had it any other way. Pinger was giggle city as was ALex who kept talking and talking and talking. (god bless em!!

secondly: Who else finds coming down just an absolute blast? I love it, and in the case of saturday, probably a little more than friday night. Anyway, love to hear your view on it. A lot of people dread comedowns. I relish in them and fucking look foward to them.
Two points of advice tho: Dont smoke bongs and dont take cid. A recipe for paranoia distaster.