I emailed this to a fellow shroomer, but thought I should also post it here.
This is roughly what I posted to him (minus a few expletives and some personally identifiable information.)
I don't know where to start... But I'll start here...
I just sat bolt upright in bed, opened a 2L bottle of sparkling spring water, and emptied the full bottle over my head. I only wanted a drink, FFS!
So... I've been reminded of the events of last night, and it sounds like I really enjoyed myself. I guess I must have because all the keys on the keyboard are still melting into each other and I can see every pixel in 3D on the monitor!
I've been told the night went something like this...
At about 11:30pm we weighed out 2g for my missus and 4 for me, then we went to bed and listened to some music for a while, fully intending to just laugh our tits off and go to sleep.
Half an hour passed and I wasn't sure if I was fucked or not, so my missus suggested I go to the kitchen and get some more shrooms, as she'd read that the antidepressants I'm taking could affect the potency of the shrooms . I said 'No!', but she insisted I should, as she wanted me to be as mashed as she was.
I guess I must have already been a bit fucked, because, according to my missus, I came back into the bedroom, looking like a fucking hamster, with shrooms bulging in my cheeks and overflowing out of my mouth, and carrying another bowl with the remainder of the (dry) shrooms, which I was shoveling into my mouth faster than I could eat them.
I ate the lot. 27 fucking grams of them!
I kinda remember that bit, but everything between then and 5:30am... I was on another fucking planet. "Blitzed" doesn't even start to describe how fucked I was. I'm 'blitzed' now, 12 hours later. I don't even think there's a word to describe how fucked I was. My brain just completely melted .
It gets worse!!!... I've just come back from a massive shit (you know, the shroom-shit!) ... Fuck me, you couldn't make this up...!!!
One of the cats followed me into the toilet, waited 'til I'd dropped my trolleys and curled up in my jocks around my ankles. I just sat staring at the cat for 20 minutes, watching it morph into different shapes and colours, while I squeezed one out. Then I felt the trap-door close, and I picked up the cat and tried to wipe my arse with it...!!!!!!
Needless to say, the cat wasn't too happy with the situation, and I have a nice scar on my left bollock for my troubles...
Anyway... back to last night...
Apparently, my considerably-less-fucked other half was trying to talk to me for hours, and got nothing but totally unintelligible gibberish from me (nowt new there) until about 5:30am, when she took this video
A trap for young players... Stick to the weight. Don't think that because it isn't working yet that you need more! Take your normal amount and lock the rest in a safe, that nobody but a sane person has the combination to!
Edited by TheDoc, 10 June 2018 - 02:32 PM.