saturday is ending

pinno

hopkinb wrote:

...then listening to one of von Karajan's recordings of K.626 and musing on the existence of some form of deity.

A requiem?! Not say, Fantasy in D minor? Or:

For Hoppy on shrooms.

hopkinb

Pinno wrote:

hopkinb wrote:

...then listening to one of von Karajan's recordings of K.626 and musing on the existence of some form of deity.

A requiem?! Not say, Fantasy in D minor? Or:

For Hoppy on shrooms.

Me and a pal once found ourselves pinned to a sofa listening to that requiem mass. Too befuddled to light a ciggie, let alone get up and turn the bl00dy thing off. Utterly spellbinding.

We were staying near fishguard in a cottage belonging to some girl. We had filled 2 carrier bags with shrooms earlier that day. Dried 'em, sold 'em to hippies and ravers. Eeeh, being young were great.

pinno

hopkinb wrote:

Pinno wrote:

hopkinb wrote:

...then listening to one of von Karajan's recordings of K.626 and musing on the existence of some form of deity.

A requiem?! Not say, Fantasy in D minor? Or:

For Hoppy on shrooms.

Me and a pal once found ourselves pinned to a sofa listening to that requiem mass. Too befuddled to light a ciggie, let alone get up and turn the bl00dy thing off. Utterly spellbinding.

We were staying near fishguard in a cottage belonging to some girl. We had filled 2 carrier bags with shrooms earlier that day. Dried 'em, sold 'em to hippies and ravers. Eeeh, being young were great.

Erm... one Sunday morning a long long time ago, my mate called around to say we're were off to get some shrooms. It was the season.
After some swapping of shrooms and recipe's with other fellow nature lovers, we headed back to his bedsit. Some time later, having consumed said natural produce, there was no effect, or so we thought.
Some large trumpets were smoked and then suddenly, my mate started to look alarmed. He thought the wall between his bedsit and the hall was going to fall down. Utterly convinced of this impending doom, the ramifications to his landlord, the mess, the noise etc, we set about pushing the wall back.
After 2 sweaty hours and finally, the dissipation of the effects, we sat there covered in sweat wondering what tf had just happened.

thistle_

Pinno wrote:

He thought the wall between his bedsit and the hall was going to fall down. Utterly convinced of this impending doom, the ramifications to his landlord, the mess, the noise etc, we set about pushing the wall back.
After 2 sweaty hours and finally, the dissipation of the effects, we sat there covered in sweat wondering what tf had just happened.

If the wall didn't fall down you obviously did a good job holding it up for those two hours. It's lucky your friend spotted the problem so quickly.

hopkinb

Pinno wrote:

Erm... one Sunday morning a long long time ago, my mate called around to say we're were off to get some shrooms. It was the season.
After some swapping of shrooms and recipe's with other fellow nature lovers, we headed back to his bedsit. Some time later, having consumed said natural produce, there was no effect, or so we thought.
Some large trumpets were smoked and then suddenly, my mate started to look alarmed. He thought the wall between his bedsit and the hall was going to fall down. Utterly convinced of this impending doom, the ramifications to his landlord, the mess, the noise etc, we set about pushing the wall back.
After 2 sweaty hours and finally, the dissipation of the effects, we sat there covered in sweat wondering what tf had just happened.

pinno

thistle (MBNW) wrote:

Pinno wrote:

He thought the wall between his bedsit and the hall was going to fall down. Utterly convinced of this impending doom, the ramifications to his landlord, the mess, the noise etc, we set about pushing the wall back.
After 2 sweaty hours and finally, the dissipation of the effects, we sat there covered in sweat wondering what tf had just happened.

If the wall didn't fall down you obviously did a good job holding it up for those two hours. It's lucky your friend spotted the problem so quickly.

Yes, you are right and it wasn't a figment of our imagination after all, by that logic.

Matthewfalle

hopkinb wrote:

Pinno wrote:

Erm... one Sunday morning a long long time ago, my mate called around to say we're were off to get some shrooms. It was the season.
After some swapping of shrooms and recipe's with other fellow nature lovers, we headed back to his bedsit. Some time later, having consumed said natural produce, there was no effect, or so we thought.
Some large trumpets were smoked and then suddenly, my mate started to look alarmed. He thought the wall between his bedsit and the hall was going to fall down. Utterly convinced of this impending doom, the ramifications to his landlord, the mess, the noise etc, we set about pushing the wall back.
After 2 sweaty hours and finally, the dissipation of the effects, we sat there covered in sweat wondering what tf had just happened.

brilliant