Sobering Up Sunday!

Now that you're sobering up from your DNM-fueled weekend, come tell us about your hijinks! A mod will give their favorite story each week a month of Reddit gold and a little something else which is a surprise! Winners may not disclose the surprise or they'll have it taken back. Curious what it is? You'll have to win to find out.


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[6 Points] K_NAR:

Well, seeing how this story took place last weekend it may not be valid but fuggit. This story takes place in the greatest city of the world... Chicago. I recently received 25 hits of some top grade 200ug blotters from a very trusted vendor. Me and my friend who i will refer to as B-ryy decided to get some "culture" (what refer to our little adventures as) on saturday.

1:00 PM: 3 Tabs consumed each, B-ryy says he needs to purchase a bag of pot from a street vendor off the jackson blue line. So we decide to head out.

1:45 pm: Have successfully made it to the damen blue line stop, things start getting weird, not looking forward to this 20 min train ride to jackson.

2:00 PM: Acid is in full swing have to get off on State & Lake as the urge to smoke cigarette greatly overpowers me.

2:30 PM: Reach Harold Washington library stop for Brown Line, as always street vendors out front selling "loud", B-ryy immediately purchases a 10 sack and moves on, we take our time admiring the beauty that is the Harold Washington Library if you do not know what it looks like i suggest googling it, the architecture seems amazing so we head inside the building itself.

2:45 PM: Deep inside this library's 8 floors we find a nice secluded spot overlooking the city to collect ourselves for a moment discussing yelp reviews on the product which we rate as 5 out of 5. The urge to smoke consumes us again so we head out, on the way out of the library we notice a modern art piece that literally says in bold writing "SMOKE ROCK" needless to say this causes a fit of laughter as we walk out the door.

3:15 PM: Acid is really hitting hard at this point we end up making to a nice park that just so happens to be across from the now infamous Pokemon GO Fest, as me and B-ryy discuss the semantics on the type of families who would vacation to Chicago just to attend this fest I decide to look on my phone what the fest was about as i saw a lot of people leaving. Sure enough the first article describes the hordes of pissed off Pokemon Go players and their terrible cell phone connections while inside the park. This brings on a fit of laughter as i see hordes of people walking away from this fest with eyes glued to their telephones.

3:30 PM: B-ryy brings out a the bud that was purchased and we smoke out of his chillum, bud was 8/10 for amount and dankness.

4:00 PM: I put in headphones and listened to Droplets by The Algamation of Sound. this proveds the perfect music for the already great visuals i am experiencing, we decide to head out.

4:30 PM: As me and B-ryy walk down Michigan Ave we see some of Chicago's finest the Bucket boys, if you are unfamiliar with the bucket boys they are groups of teenagers who use buckets to create awesome rhythmic drum beats on the streets, this surely brought on a giant crowd of onlookers. The acid making more aware of surroundings made me notice the hinted racial undertones of such street performers and the type of people who watch, this skews my view of the city for the rest of the day.

5:00 PM: We somehow make it to a sidewalk on Lower Wacker DR, we realize we took a wrong turn and quickly try to walk out the other end which spits us out at none other than the Chicago Riverwalk.

5:30 PM: As me and B-ryy converse about todays nuances the, the over weightiness of todays Pokemon Go players, the hidden racial undertones of Chicago's Bucket boys, to ending up on lower wackier we realize a beer is in order for such a strenuous journey we decide to pack up and make it home.

6:00 PM: We arrive to the State and Lake blue line from which it all started as we look at arrival times of the train we realize very much that we are still tripping very hard and that the journey on this train will be much longer than anticipated. We both agree that holding it together will be the only option so hold it together

6:20 PM: We make it off the Damen stop and agree to walk instead of take any more public transportation we eventually make it home and crack open a nice a cold one.

7:00 PM: Even though we started the day out late we ended up in quite early and watched silicon valley for the rest of the night i would say the acid was overall 10/10 and the day was overall 10/10 would do again.....


[5 Points] PM_ME_UR_SKETCH:

Dropped 50mg 2cb from PachoHerrer(hope I didn't butcher the name) on Thursday and then 2 Gamma Goblin WoW 105ug tabs yesterday. Both exelent trips and Vendors but I can't vouch for either right now since both orders were before the Takedowns.


[3 Points] taz-nl:

Was at an festival where I dropped 170mg of 4-FA and 2 hours later another 85mg.

After that went home to after and I used half a gram of ket in the span of 4 hours remind you its my first time doing ket☺

It was a great time😊


[3 Points] steamboi1337:

I SMOKED DMT TILL I FELT MY EYES EXPLODE FUKIN HELL IT WAS SOME FOKIN TRIP MAN I WENT PICKING UP FLOWERS AND SNIFFING INTO OTHER PLANETS IT WAS SO FUCKING WEIRD I SWEAR I JUST GOT THAT NICE CUSTOM VAPORIZER THAT I SHMOKED THROUGH I JUST PUT A MASK ON THAT MADE ME BREATH IT IN SLOWLY WITH MY ARDUINO COOKER HELL M8 I TELL YOU SO I MET THIS GUY AND HE SAID HE IS NOT A FLOWER AND THAT HE DOESNT KNOW WHERE THE FUCK HE IS AND HOW TO GET BACK TO THE SHOP CUZ HE WANT SOME BEER I WAS LIKE DUDE TRY THIS FLOWER AND HE DID IT AND LITERALLY HIT THE GROUND LIKE MAD BASTERD I TOUGHT HE DIED BUT ACTIONALLY HE WAS ALIVE AND HE WENT ON ABOUT HOW THERE IS NO BEER AND HE WANTS TO GET FUCK OUTTA HERE SO HE SNIFFS THE OTHER FLOWER AND DISAPPEARS INTO IT I WAS LIKE DUUDE I NEED TO TRY THAT ONE


[4 Points] neverstopgettingcash:

Who says we are sobering up. I been snorting blow all day.


[2 Points] DarkNet_Shill:

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[1 Points] None:

Here's a shitty poem

I knocked my girlfriend out with my dinger.

Put it straight in her butt, shoulda started with my finger.

She was sick, we were both smoking weed.

Fucking in the shower, both feeling the heat.

She said, "ooh ooh ooh"

I said, "You like that, don't you ;)"

she replied, "no fucktard get your dick out of my butt"

...

I pulled my dingus out and then everything went whack...

she screamed, "I feel woozy, I can't see a thing!"

"What do you mean, does something sting?"

Faintly, "Idiot, everything's black!"

She promptly collapsed into my arms, passed out.

I carried her to my room, not knowing what to do

thinking I just killed my girlfriend,

images of courtrooms flashed before my eyes

"Why did you do it??" the parents would say

"Show us the murder weapon!" with my dungus on display

visions of jail leave my thought,

i hop into the shower to finish the job.

What else was I to do?

Stand over my passed out girlfriend with a boner?

That wouldn't do.

...

With a quick wank, and a dry of a towel

I returned to the room, where I was met with a scowl.

She was rather pissed, but more at herself.

Mainly embarrassed, she asked "can we keep this between you and me?"

"Sure" I said, "I won't tell anybody"