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spirit_shadow said:
A 4th of july fireworks show while sitting on the banks of a river. Fucking

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spirit_shadow said:
I want your mom fact checked

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Killer_Fungus said:
I moved into my weed dealers apartment about 7 years ago because he was interested in the monotub grows of mushrooms I was doing at the time.

He failed to mention he was in student living and apparently he didn't realize that my room was up for rent either.

So about 4 days in, I finally have everything set up and I brought tubs with me that were already halfway through the fruiting stage. There was a desk study area that I hung a clear shower liner above to do my sterile work..in other words the room looked super sketch.

So my weed guy had never done mushrooms so I gave him an eighth and I took 4 grams myself and we went to the park. While we were at the park, one of the other roommates (it was a 4 bedroom apartment)called us about 30 minutes after we had eaten our mushrooms and told us that apartment managers just walked into 'my' bedroom and that we needed to get there quick..

So we haul ass to his truck and take off back to the apartment and as we get there we're starting to trip. We park and we can see 2 managers up on the third floor standing in front of his apartment door. He asks me "What are we going to do?" and I told him "I guess we'll just try to tell them they're shitake mushrooms.."
He asked me if that would work and I said unless he had a better idea, which he didn't.

So I walked up the stairs and they immediately walked in and asked whose room that was. I told them immediately that it was mine and they walked in and the first words that came out of their mouth and I quote, "Wow...You've got a lot of shrooms dude."

I started telling them they were shitake mushrooms and they wouldn't believe me. I kept trying to convince them but they knew better. They told me I wasn't in trouble and I finally just broke down and started telling them that I'm not some crazy drug addict, I just like to eat mushrooms because they're fun. They laughed a little and I told them if they could give me less than 12 hours then I could have that whole room spotless like I was never there and I would be gone.

They said "How about this..We'll come back tomorrow around the same time and we'll pretend like it's our first time coming in."

I cannot explain how relieved and paranoid I was at the same time.

They left and me and my dealer just stared at each other for a solid 20 seconds without moving or saying anything and I finally ran to the room with a bunch of black trash bags and started throwing my monotubs inside of them.

I cannot express the amount of anxiety I had tripping on 4 grams of mushrooms while hauling about 8 monotubs in black plastic bags down 3 flights of stairs to the dumpsters and just hoping like hell that they didn't decide to call the cops anyways.

I finally had everything thrown away and had that room waaaay cleaner than when I moved into it. My dealer drove me to my grandma's because I had nowhere else to go at the time and I never heard anything from anyone about that situation again. Me and my dealer never talked again after that day.

That counts as a non-hallucination event right?

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Killer_Fungus said:
I moved into my weed dealers apartment about 7 years ago because he was interested in the monotub grows of mushrooms I was doing at the time.

He failed to mention he was in student living and apparently he didn't realize that my room was up for rent either.

So about 4 days in, I finally have everything set up and I brought tubs with me that were already halfway through the fruiting stage. There was a desk study area that I hung a clear shower liner above to do my sterile work..in other words the room looked super sketch.

So my weed guy had never done mushrooms so I gave him an eighth and I took 4 grams myself and we went to the park. While we were at the park, one of the other roommates (it was a 4 bedroom apartment)called us about 30 minutes after we had eaten our mushrooms and told us that apartment managers just walked into 'my' bedroom and that we needed to get there quick..

So we haul ass to his truck and take off back to the apartment and as we get there we're starting to trip. We park and we can see 2 managers up on the third floor standing in front of his apartment door. He asks me "What are we going to do?" and I told him "I guess we'll just try to tell them they're shitake mushrooms.."
He asked me if that would work and I said unless he had a better idea, which he didn't.

So I walked up the stairs and they immediately walked in and asked whose room that was. I told them immediately that it was mine and they walked in and the first words that came out of their mouth and I quote, "Wow...You've got a lot of shrooms dude."

I started telling them they were shitake mushrooms and they wouldn't believe me. I kept trying to convince them but they knew better. They told me I wasn't in trouble and I finally just broke down and started telling them that I'm not some crazy drug addict, I just like to eat mushrooms because they're fun. They laughed a little and I told them if they could give me less than 12 hours then I could have that whole room spotless like I was never there and I would be gone.

They said "How about this..We'll come back tomorrow around the same time and we'll pretend like it's our first time coming in."

I cannot explain how relieved and paranoid I was at the same time.

They left and me and my dealer just stared at each other for a solid 20 seconds without moving or saying anything and I finally ran to the room with a bunch of black trash bags and started throwing my monotubs inside of them.

I cannot express the amount of anxiety I had tripping on 4 grams of mushrooms while hauling about 8 monotubs in black plastic bags down 3 flights of stairs to the dumpsters and just hoping like hell that they didn't decide to call the cops anyways.

I finally had everything thrown away and had that room waaaay cleaner than when I moved into it. My dealer drove me to my grandma's because I had nowhere else to go at the time and I never heard anything from anyone about that situation again. Me and my dealer never talked again after that day.

That counts as a non-hallucination event right?

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HamHead said:

I also saw a road kill in progress. Poor raccoon looked terrified as it rolled after just being hit by a car.

Then there was that one time I watched a frog eat another frog.

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spirit_shadow said:
I want your mom fact checked

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I checked the facts.....10/10 would DSHSB

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Psicomvb said:
I split, didnt stick around to find out if God was the operator

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spirit_shadow said:
I want your mom fact checked

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I checked the facts.....10/10 would DSHSB

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spirit_shadow said:
Jk man, I'm sure your mom is amazing

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Killer_Fungus said:
There's a few that I feel kind of all were crazy in their own way.

My grandmother was worried about me when I was 15 because I was very depressed and angry so I got woken up to 4 guys around my bed holding me down and tying me up with cotton ginning zip ties. They hauled me into a truck and I was taken to a Christian Boys Home/Boarding School/Boot Camp.
It was called Anchor Academy if you'd like to check it out.

I loaned my friend money because he said he lost his wallet and needed to pay rent. When it came time for him to pay me he was bullshitting and was actually throwing a party at his house. I was the only white kid showing up to about 20 people out in the front yard and he started talking to me like I was stupid so I started walking away and told him to just keep the money so they all jumped me. It was pretty bad. (I actually made a post about this the day after it all happened several years ago on my old Shroomery account)
Have a super gnarly picture from that day.

After I was jumped I was incredibly depressed and I knew I wasn't going to kill myself but I knew I couldn't live in my small town anymore. So I spent the last bit of cash that I had on a final bulk mushroom grow and ended up trying my hand at a very successful outdoor grow (I documented it on my old account as well) and ended up with 2.5lb of mushrooms once they were all dry. I gave my friend a pistol that I had to drop me off in front of a planet fitness that was in my state capitol and all I had was $50 and 2.5lb of shrooms.
I spent about $30 on a month membership at planet fitness for 24 hour lockers and showers. I ended up finding someone that I could trade an ounce to let me sleep on their couch for a week and then I had a job and had gotten rid of some mushrooms to these people that were looking for a roommate. I moved in with them, got some cash saved up, got a secured credit card and built some credit and finally got an apartment with 3 other roommates. I was only planning on being in my state capitol for a month and then I was going to go back to my grandma's, but I've been here for about 5 years now and I've had my own apartment for the last couple of years.

When I did have roommates, one of them was my best friend and I came home to 3 homicide detectives one night about 2 years ago (about 3 days before our lease ended) because someone had murdered him. They still don't know who did it and all of this happened within a couple of weeks after I broke up with my girlfriend at the time. Then within a month of his death there was this girl who was cheating on her boyfriend that she was with for 10 years with me and I was so depressed that I didn't care. She eventually told him and I decided to go ahead and move her in. That didn't end well as you could imagine but it was a lot to happen within a short amount of time and I wasn't in a very healthy mindset then.

There's some other ones that require a little more detail but I don't really feel like writing more of a book than I already have.

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On a comical side, suppose his car did hug a lamppost people would ask what his last words were.

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Asante said:
Sure is. Yoyur psyches are exposed, you are in this trust situation and then, the trust is betrayed.

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"I'll leave this behind for you."

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On a comical side, suppose his car did hug a lamppost people would ask what his last words were.

Umm, its complicated

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God Damn what a messed up scene

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trees said:
I've told this story bunch of times but here it is again

Smoking salvia at the public park

Friend and I both take our hits at the same time, wer holding them in like you're supposed to, and as we lift off into salvia space, 3 cop cars come flying in with an army of cops running up to us. They immediately start questioning us as our faces melt off we cant even answer questions properly, the cops realize we'r tripping balls, they're holding the glass pipe, eventually I manage to tell them it was just salvia, while it was still legal. They hung around chatting for the rest of the trip.

Basically tripped balls on salvia with cops.

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RyeRay said:
It’s crazy and sounds made up

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