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Who’s that filthy tripper in MY house doing lines on MY dining table?
This idea, inspired by Russ, has recently been formulated into more than just a line you scream to your friends while hiding in your bedroom. That’s right, it’s now the world’s most surliest gameshow!! Now in this game of skill and deception, everybody wins!
That is unless you are named the ‘Filthy Tripper’, the scourge of any after-party!
Hers the deal, we get thirty people and cram them in a suburban home big enough for a fat man and his little chihuahua like dog. Once crammed in like sardines, the games begin.
The wonderful and exciting “Mirror of Pain” is brought in by my lovely blonde and busty assistant, Rowena, and placed upon the table. Every person in the house must then line-up and be prepared to snort a 15cm line of the nastiest Blacktown/Milton speed mixture (which is usually one part speed, 14 parts Bi-carb soda, and 5 parts Glucose). Once the line is slammed hard and fast up the nasal cavity like one of those Japanese Super Trains, the contestant must not sneeze, cough or scream for at least 30 seconds. The next step involves my lovely assistant Rowena, bringing forth the “Mirror of Love” During this 30 second period, the contestant must look directly into the mirror and repeat the words…
Fuck I love this
Drugs are cool
I’m not a loser
Once completed, the contestant can then move forward to the second stage, which involves eating three hits of LSD, and then head to the backyard and jump straight into the ‘hydro-chamber of stoner-fantasy’ where the contestant gets into an air conditioned tank that sits at the bottom of the swimming pool in the backyard, and super hydro Amsterdam skunk is blown into the tank with a combination of oxygen and nitrous oxide. One the contestant starts to see all the pretty fishies in the pool, its time to jump out and head to the servo for the final and most challenging task – buying four different flavoured chuppa chups, a small orange juice, and a pack of Winnie Golds.
IF, the contestant returns with all the items, he/she is declared the ‘filthy tripper’ and then driven to the hospital in a 1984 Toyota Corona!! Once dumped on the steps of the emergency room, Rowena and myself head for the coast with all the shit from the servo and party on down!
If you’d like to be a contestant, be at Utopia!

[ 01 July 2002: Message edited by: moocho ]