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Post a story about a time that you just happed to find yourself in the WRONG situation while rolling

mine would be, I went out to the rave, and after a night of searching, I finaly found someone with molly. So I took it. Then about an hour after I began to feel kinda tired, figured this molly was bunk, and just didn't feel like being there anymore. So I left. I drove 25 minutes home, walked in the door, and my dad was awake watching tv. Right about then the molly kicked in...hard. So I said that I was tired and was going to bed, but my dad insisted that i watch Cops with him. I sat there for 2 hours with my dad, trying to not look at him, keep my breathing normal, and resisting the urge to rub my hands all over our suade couch....not fun
 
Oh, even better. I had to drive 5 hours to go to my college orientation, leaving at 6am. So I took a tab as I headed out to be more awake and make it a more pleasant ride. I didn't feel anything the entire ride there, my pupils didn't even dilate. But once I got to the campus, I check in, then start walking toward the auditorium for the first manditory meeting. As I'm walking I start to get head tingles. By the time I get there, I have a decent roll going. Nothing is more awkward than rolling while listening to a woman talk about my college's IT systems.
 
I don't have any experieces for this unfortunately (or fortunately!) but I just wanted to say those are awesome stories :P
 
once i popped a purple CU at the end of my school day, then hung out with my friends at lunch while rolling. then i had to walk home (about a 45 minute walk) in 114 degree weather while rolling :|
 
I rolled at work once, I was working at an employment center and my job was to help people use the computers for job searches and writing CVs. I think I was up the night before doing speed...I had a pill and I was hoping it would turn out to be meth so I could continue with my speed run. Anyhow, was a fun time, nobody seemed to really notice, I was just extra friendly :)

That was a long time ago, I wouldn't do that anymore...
 
I took .2 of mdma. threw up about 15 minutes later. angry that i had thrown up my mdma and would miss my roll, i went to my guy. picked up another .2, about 5-10 minutes after taking that i felt the mdma i thought i had puked up kicking in. I was then stopped by police on the way home and spent about 45 minutes absolutely rolling balls in the back of a cop car, got released after everything checked out and all the cop had to say was "sorry about the heat back there, it makes me sweat like that too". really i was just trippin balls sweating to hell because of it.
 
I think it took 5 hours to kick in cause I was sitting, driving the whole time. And it all went to my brain when I stood up and started walking
 
a friend and i were taking the bus back from the city, and i ended up puking on my shirt (later found out the pills were bunk, and ordered a test kit afterwards) and when we got back it was cold, so i was walking around without a shirt looking like a retard feeling like shit because the pills were garbage

lol@ ten's story about watching cops with your dad, that would be horrible!
 
It usually takes about 3 hours for some of my rolls to kick in. I guess I just... digest slow or something :P, so I could believe five.

Love the first one about your dad. I took two doses of MDA with my roommates once, and my dad popped over to our house to ask if I could type something up for him. I was so worried that it would kick in while he was standing there, so I did it as fast as I could, and I was really cranky and impatient with him the whole time, having the anxiety attack of my life. xD

I think the worst time was when I took it, and the venue ended up being like 45 degrees the whole time. I was miserably cold, and my roll was very disappointing. Either that, or one of the times my boyfriend freaked out, back before he was taking meds for his schizophrenia. Try rolling balls and attempting to make sense of something like that at the same time. Not cool.
 
In Vegas, I was just about to go up to my room, although I was still rolling pretty hard. I went to the public restroom in the lobby first (at the Rio) and did my best to get some pee out. I was doing this in the urinal right next to the janitors closet, and I immediately noticed that the light was on in there, and I heard someone making some noise in there (didn't think anything of it at this point...assumed it was the janitor) and continued to pee. I was in the restroom by myself, and another guy walked in on my left, and I looked at him, and his facial expression looked like hehad just seen a ghost. He proceeded to scream "no! no! Not you! What are you doing here!?".

I was extremely confused at this point, then someone walks right behind me (out of the janitors closet) and straight to this guy and starts strangling him. The strangler is a large Asian man in a full suit, and is wearing white latex gloves.

I froze for a few seconds...not believing what I was seeing. The Asian man was saying something, but it was hard to understand through his strong accent, but it sounded something like " you answer to the thief " although I'm sure it is something different.

When the Asian man's eyes met mine, I finally snapped out of shock and zipped up my pants and sped walked out of there, not leaving time to flush or wash my hands. Let me tell you, this was the longest walk out of a bathroom I'll ever have, and it felt like he was right on my back the whole time, though he wasn't.

Now that I was out of the bathroom, my first thought was to notify security what had happened. I couldn't find them anywhere, so I finally decided I needed to get up to my room to lock up and be safe from this man. On the way to my room, I thought every Asian man was working with the strangler and was after me.

I finally made it to the elevator and pressed level 12 . The two young guys in there with me pressed 11. As we were going up, they started pressing all the elevator buttons and chuckling to one another. They got off at 11. Then-- I don't know how they did it-- but the elevator went right by floor 12 and stopped at 13. I was convinced I was walking into an ambush and was panicking. Thankfully it was a harmless prank, and I safely went back down to my floor.

When I got to my floor, I sprinted to my room and deadbolted the door. I was soo paranoid...because I heard people talking outside my room and I swear I heard what sounded like an Asian man screaming "give me the key!". I also swear I was hallucinating (at least I hoped) men in the adjacent tower's windows aiming anklets at me.

Anyway, after a few hours of being frightened out of mu mind, I finally fell asleep. I was fine in the morning, and heard nothing of this strangling. I had terrible anxiety and an extreme phobia of public restrooms with janitor closets for a few months after this, though I have overcome all of that now.

And that is my story of the "wrong time to roll"... Man I got chills typing that haha, sorry for the long read, and thanks for reading if you did!
 
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WTF... that is so creepy. did you ever find out if you were just buggin out, or if you witnessed a murder? WTF?
 
Yeah. It was insane.
I looked all over the news and everything for a few days but never found out anything about it, although I'm about 100% sure that there really was a man starngling another man, i just don't know if he strangled him to death, or was just sending him a message or what...but I'll always wonder til the day I die.
 
adillonm15 said:
In Vegas, I was just about to go up to my room, although I was still rolling pretty hard. I went to the public restroom in the lobby first (at the Rio) and did my best to get some pee out. I was doing this in the urinal right next to the janitors closet, and I immediately noticed that the light was on in there, and I heard someone making some noise in there (didn't think anything of it at this point...assumed it was the janitor) and continued to pee. I was in the restroom by myself, and another guy walked in on my left, and I looked at him, and his facial expression looked like hehad just seen a ghost. He proceeded to scream "no! no! Not you! What are you doing here!?".

I was extremely confused at this point, then someone walks right behind me (out of the janitors closet) and straight to this guy and starts strangling him. The strangler is a large Asian man in a full suit, and is wearing white latex gloves.

I froze for a few seconds...not believing what I was seeing. The Asian man was saying something, but it was hard to understand through his strong accent, but it sounded something like " you answer to the thief " although I'm sure it is something different.

When the Asian man's eyes met mine, I finally snapped out of shock and zipped up my pants and sped walked out of there, not leaving time to flush or wash my hands. Let me tell you, this was the longest walk out of a bathroom I'll ever have, and it felt like he was right on my back the whole time, though he wasn't.

Now that I was out of the bathroom, my first thought was to notify security what had happened. I couldn't find them anywhere, so I finally decided I needed to get up to my room to lock up and be safe from this man. On the way to my room, I thought every Asian man was working with the strangler and was after me.

I finally made it to the elevator and pressed level 12 . The two young guys in there with me pressed 11. As we were going up, they started pressing all the elevator buttons and chuckling to one another. They got off at 11. Then-- I don't know how they did it-- but the elevator went right by floor 12 and stopped at 13. I was convinced I was walking into an ambush and was panicking. Thankfully it was a harmless prank, and I safely went back down to my floor.

When I got to my floor, I sprinted to my room and deadbolted the door. I was soo paranoid...because I heard people talking outside my room and I swear I heard what sounded like an Asian man screaming "give me the key!". I also swear I was hallucinating (at least I hoped) men in the adjacent tower's windows aiming anklets at me.

Anyway, after a few hours of being frightened out of mu mind, I finally fell asleep. I was fine in the morning, and heard nothing of this strangling. I had terrible anxiety and an extreme phobia of public restrooms with janitor closets for a few months after this, though I have overcome all of that now.

And that is my story of the "wrong time to roll"... Man I got chills typing that haha, sorry for the long read, and thanks for reading if you did!
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AND THE WINNER OF ROLLING AT THE WRONG TIME !!! 8o
 
I had a bad time once because of the company I kept. I'm older. Mellow. ok. We go out to the spa to roll and soak in all those different temperature baths. I love to roll at the spa. The water, the sun, oh my gaawwwd.

She is/was 18 but rolls more than me, so I didn't figure it would be an issue. We drove for an hour. Spend half hour there. She starts saying she needs to get out and go.

I drive an hour back to my friend's house. I ca'nt drop this girl off at her house acting like a nut. SO we go to my friend Denyse's and this girl, she goes out into the side yard and starts doing cartwheels. She's a beautiful girl, my friend, and I aint trying to hate. But like it's a low income area and cops might want to talk to a beautiful young woman thwacked out and flipping like a jumping bean. And cops roll through there a LOT. I told her, "You don't need attract attention to the front of Denyse's house you know? She needs her privacy and she does not need to have a couple cops wondering why she had a hippy chick on her lawn having her own personal massive.

I just told her I had to take her home. There was no way I could stand another minute with this girl. And we are pretty cool chill friends sober. But rolling, she becomes a 4 year old with ADHD and a huge candy pacifier.

wtf.
 
Bearlove said:
AND THE WINNER OF ROLLING AT THE WRONG TIME !!! 8o
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Lol it would be too sick if we were able to get rewards like this on bluelight and the were all listed under our profile info our something !


Anyways mine doesn't come clostridium to the Vegas story but once I dropped last period at school as there was a party straight after.

Suddenly my teacher calls and asks me to do my presentation with a group I worked with.
This would be easy as fuck while rolling as socializing and communicating is hella easy while rolling.

But when I was actually presenting the comeup of MDMA hitttt me Like a train ! I was trying to remain standing up .
I was sweating like a bitch .

And yeah . Come up of Molly during a presentation = not fun.
 
My story isn't as good as some others but whatever. A couple months ago I met this girl and really liked her. W had only hung out 2-3 times before but she mentioned she liked rolling so I picked up a gram of molly and asked her if she wanted to roll that night. Long story short I got way too fucked up and was kind of stressing the whole time because I was with this girl I liked and it kind of killed my roll. For some reason the molly wasn't affecting her so I was pretty fucked and just felt super awkward trying to communicate with her. Moral of the story is, it's a lot better to roll with good friends than a girl you just met.
 
First time i did pills i was 12, yeaaars back and my mum overheard me talking to my brother saying 'im trashed' (this was before the comeup thank god) and she came to pick me up as a punishment instead of going to a party, and as i was getting out of the car at home that first rush where your vision changes, but before the loved upness hit me and it literally knocked me sideways, my mum must've thought i was drunk ha.

I was told to go straight to my room which i did, and about 5 minutes later the waves of euphoria started, this was when pills were very very strong and being really small/young it blew my head off. I've never felt euphoria like it and probably never will again, for the next 4 hours or so i lay there unable to move hugging a pillow, god i still remember that feeling, pure bliss. Thank god my parents never came to check on me, my brother knew i was mashed and i must've told him i loved him 200 times when he stuck his head round the door to make sure i was alright.

Took pills a few times in school also as i started so young, but they just made a mundane day into an amazing one, and after i got a high tolerance it was barely noticable i was on them.
 
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