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RIP, Herr Hofmann.

Mr. Hoffman's invention made the world a FAR more interesting place. He deserves a 21 bong salute.

I'd like to thank him for some great (and very interesting) times, but I'd like to kick him in the balls for a particularly bad night in Buffalo (unwar gooney birds).

The Whistle Is Screaming wrote:I'd like to thank him for some great (and very interesting) times, but I'd like to kick him in the balls for a particularly bad night in Buffalo (unwar gooney birds).

Dropping acid in Buffalo just seems like a bad idea all around.

Hoffman and I never met, but we spent quite a bit of time rolling together.

102 years old?

That stuff must have some great rejuvenating properties. May have to reconsider abstinence once the kids are out of the house.




Whoa...did you just see that light go by my head?

May have to reconsider abstinence once the kids are out of the house.

That line is confusing, Mikey. You don't practice abstinence in your home, but you're going to reconsider that when you kids leave?

Good timing - when you live with your kids, you bang your wife, and she muffles her (probably rather quiet) exhalations, but when they leave, you'll deny your spouse her (probably meager) connubial bliss?

Your priorities are pretty fucked up, hippie...or maybe you're just a catholic hippie?

PSUFAN wrote:May have to reconsider abstinence once the kids are out of the house.

That line is confusing, Mikey. You don't practice abstinence in your home, but you're going to reconsider that when you kids leave?

Good timing - when you live with your kids, you bang your wife, and she muffles her (probably rather quiet) exhalations, but when they leave, you'll deny your spouse her (probably meager) connubial bliss?

Your priorities are pretty fucked up, hippie...or maybe you're just a catholic hippie?

Wrong abstinence. Guess you've got sex on the brain.

Dinsdale wrote:Hoffman and I never met, but we spent quite a bit of time rolling together.

that might explain why you sex up street fuckers that look like this....

Charles De Mar wrote:

Dinsdale wrote:Hoffman and I never met, but we spent quite a bit of time rolling together.

that might explain why you sex up street fuckers that look like this....

I wasn't aware that Hoffman also invented Heroin.

BSmack wrote: Dropping acid in Buffalo just seems like a bad idea all around.

It's actually a great city to dose in, except for that one damn night.

The Whistle Is Screaming wrote:(unwar gooney birds).

Them and the Jello Police. They wear Wallabee's so they can sneak around quietly.



But if you sit on the roof they can't get to you.

My sister graciously donated a hit of He-man double-dip to my degenerate cause when I was in the service. A stoner co-worker. Sean, and I drove out to a place called the Mo-Pier at the shipyards in Long Beach, where we were stationed at the time. We both split the hit, since it was strong stuff. We chose the Mo-Pier, even though we'd never been out there, because it was essentially a small island where you could see all the lights of the city and figured it would be a fun place to dose. Unbeknownst to us, the Mo-Pier was off-limits after 6PM. Just as the acid started to kick in and I started seeing trails, a base cop car pulls in behind the car with his lights on. Fuck. For those of you that don't know, using drugs in the military is a one-and-done, with the added bonus of an other-than-honorable discharge. Oops!

Sean: Come on, Mikey. You're a bullshitter. I know you can pull this off.
Me: I got this, don't worry.
*officer knocks on the window with his flashlight*
I roll down the window
Me: Evening, officer.
Cop: You guys know this place is off-limits after 1800 hours?
Me: No, this is our first time out here.
Cop: There's a great big sign by the entrance that's pretty clear.
Me: I must've missed it coming in. I'm a bit distracted right now.
Cop: Why's that?
Me: My girlfriend of four years just dumped me for another guy. In addition to that, she told me that she's been having sex with him behind my back for months.
Cop: Okay...
Me: So my friend Sean here said we should go for a drive out here so I could just relax and talk my way through it. He's always been really great at listening, so I agreed.
Cop: You know I could take you guys in for being out here.
Me: Yeah, but I'm already having a difficult day. It'd be really cool if you could give us a pass just this once. We're just out here hanging out, not here to cause trouble or anything.
Cop: *pause* So you guys are out here on a Friday night just sitting here and talking?
Me: Yep.
Officer: Haha, okay. If you say so, pal. Follow me back to the exit and then go "talk" somewhere else.
The cop gets in his car and drives off.
Sean: Dude, that was TOTALLY AWESOME!!!!
Me: I can't believe I pulled that off. The car looked like it was cheese in the microwave the whole time.
Sean: I almost wish he had busted us though, rather than thinking what he's thinking.
Me: Whattaya mean?
Sean: Dude, he totally thought we were fags.
Me: Shut up.
Sean: Two guys in a car, sitting in the dark out where no one else is around...he totally thought we were blowing each other! I think I'd almost rather do time in the slammer rather than have someone think I'm a homo. That blows.

We follow the cop back to the entrance and leave the base to go trip somewhere else.

The next morning I woke up at about 5AM shaking from freaking arsenic cramps. My entire body was all balled up in the fetal position and I ached so badly all over that I felt like *I* was 102. That's the last time I take acid that's been sitting in someone's closet for months. Ugh. It was a good time, but hardly worth it considering that it took a couple of days for that crap to work its way out of my system.

OCmike wrote:My sister graciously donated a hit of He-man double-dip to my degenerate cause when I was in the service. A stoner co-worker. Sean, and I drove out to a place called the Mo-Pier at the shipyards in Long Beach, where we were stationed at the time. We both split the hit, since it was strong stuff. We chose the Mo-Pier, even though we'd never been out there, because it was essentially a small island where you could see all the lights of the city and figured it would be a fun place to dose. Unbeknownst to us, the Mo-Pier was off-limits after 6PM. Just as the acid started to kick in and I started seeing trails, a base cop car pulls in behind the car with his lights on. Fuck. For those of you that don't know, using drugs in the military is a one-and-done, with the added bonus of an other-than-honorable discharge. Oops!

Sean: Come on, Mikey. You're a bullshitter. I know you can pull this off.
Me: I got this, don't worry.
*officer knocks on the window with his flashlight*
I roll down the window
Me: Evening, officer.
Cop: You guys know this place is off-limits after 1800 hours?
Me: No, this is our first time out here.
Cop: There's a great big sign by the entrance that's pretty clear.
Me: I must've missed it coming in. I'm a bit distracted right now.
Cop: Why's that?
Me: My girlfriend of four years just dumped me for another guy. In addition to that, she told me that she's been having sex with him behind my back for months.
Cop: Okay...
Me: So my friend Sean here said we should go for a drive out here so I could just relax and talk my way through it. He's always been really great at listening, so I agreed.
Cop: You know I could take you guys in for being out here.
Me: Yeah, but I'm already having a difficult day. It'd be really cool if you could give us a pass just this once. We're just out here hanging out, not here to cause trouble or anything.
Cop: *pause* So you guys are out here on a Friday night just sitting here and talking?
Me: Yep.
Officer: Haha, okay. If you say so, pal. Follow me back to the exit and then go "talk" somewhere else.
The cop gets in his car and drives off.
Sean: Dude, that was TOTALLY AWESOME!!!!
Me: I can't believe I pulled that off. The car looked like it was cheese in the microwave the whole time.
Sean: I almost wish he had busted us though, rather than thinking what he's thinking.
Me: Whattaya mean?
Sean: Dude, he totally thought we were fags.
Me: Shut up.
Sean: Two guys in a car, sitting in the dark out where no one else is around...he totally thought we were blowing each other! I think I'd almost rather do time in the slammer rather than have someone think I'm a homo. That blows.

We follow the cop back to the entrance and leave the base to go trip somewhere else.

The next morning I woke up at about 5AM shaking from freaking arsenic cramps. My entire body was all balled up in the fetal position and I ached so badly all over that I felt like *I* was 102. That's the last time I take acid that's been sitting in someone's closet for months. Ugh. It was a good time, but hardly worth it considering that it took a couple of days for that crap to work its way out of my system.

So, in other words, the acid finally came out of the closet - but you didn't?

Oh - kay..

[whistling]IN THE NAVY....[/whistling]

in the defense of buffalo, downtown detroit is a pretty good place to trip during festival weekend.

Hofmann, wormfeed...Hofmann.



Talk about your happy accidents. It makes you wonder why other insane chemical combos haven't been found by "chance". It casts Stanley F. Pickle's obsessive quest to mix African semen with stomach acid in a new light.