Here ismy "Shroom Hunting Story from HELL"
I went shrooming withmy friend, Dareka while back after a hard rain. There was a trench right next to the field which I happened to park next to. We gotout of the car only to see it "mudslide" right into the trench. That was by far one of the worst days of my life..lol..My advice..don't do what I did.
Anyway... I called a friend who drove the whole 100 miles in a nasty thunderstorm to bring us a tow chain so we could pull my car out. Oh, I forgot to add that his windshield wipers weren't workingthe whole way..LOL
So thankfullyhe made it safe to hickville USA andfound us. We hooked the tow chain up to both cars.We started getting frustrated after 10 failed attempts.It also didn't help that theground was slick and his old chevy caprice didn't have posi- traction. About two and a half hours later the friend I went shrooming with is tripping his balls off and I am anxious to find a way home because my senior prom was that day!The second car that passed by that day just so happened ot be a 4x4 jeep! Thank God! Ge offered to help and we finally got out of the trench.
Now, the friend who brought the tow chain to us had to park his car and leave it there in hicksville for the weekend because he couldn't afford driving through a heavy storm without windshield wipers and risking his life once again. <img border="0" src= "http://www.drugs-forum.com/forum/smileys/smiley3.gif"> I owed him big time after all that!
So all three of ushead back towards town finally! About 3 blocks from my house this asshole runs a stop sign and nearly hits me. I swirved off the rode and hit a curb so hard that my tire blew out. LOL...I gets better and better believe it or not... After about 25 minutes the spare tire is on and I finally get to my house. My friends leave so I take a shower and get ready for the prom.
I gooutside to my car because I forgot something in it lo and behold my keys are locked in it and my interior light is on. The only spare for mycar is on my mom's keychain. I get a hold of her an hour later and she says she is coming over. (At this point the pre prom crap is about an hour and a half away and I still have thingsto get. So I am extremely pressed for time.)
Elbe, the guy who helped us when we were stuck in hicksville, calls me and explains they he has his girlfriends prom that same nightand now doesn't have a ride because his car was left behind. "Elbe, It's ok, bro. You can use my car and I will drive my Dad's." So all was good..Or was it?
The interior light that was on in my car while locked drained the battery! LOLOL...It also so happens that my battery was so drained that it ruined the alternator!! LMAO!!!So that means my caris now useless and I can't ofer my friend EBE a car

/ -So I drive 5 miles to my girlfriends house (who by the way knew nothing of our 'incredible' shrooming escapade, or even that I was a drug user

P I call Elbe on the ride there and explain to him the situation. His Parents won't let him use their car so I pick him up and give him a ride 10 miles away to his girlfriends house.
I had to give my girlfriend some lame excuse as to why I was doing all of this for Elbe and ended up hearing her shit for the whole ride. She gave me the worng directions and blamed it on me. We eventually made it to the restaurant where her "group" was eating. And we were only an hour late

Boy, did I ever hear about that!
The whole prom was pretty awkward because we were on bad terms. After that long, shitty day I was looking forward to going out with friend and getting trashed after the prom. Jenna, my girlfriend at the time, tell sme she wants to hang with her frriends after. I saw, ok cool. Thinking as long a sthere is alcohol I will be ok. It turns out we go to these straight edges house who are having a "party" and everyone is invited, including the parents!So mysober asstook her home early and crashed!
Now that I look back on that it is really funny! It's such a great story to tell to people. It's better if I tell it in perosn but you get the idea. Anyone else have any shrooming experiences, good or bad?