My two weeks in my house un-supervised

My parents left for the ocean for two weeks in July. I stayed at home. This is the story: The first night, my friend Mike came over with a sad story about how he was going to pick up a large quantity of mushrooms. He wanted to surprise me and start of the celebration with a bang. What happened was an hour before he was going to get them, the guy's parents found two pounds of his mushrooms and disposed of them. However, he gave Mike two large fresh mushrooms. He gave one to me and my friend Justin to split. We ate it, and about an hour later we got a bunch of mushroom chocolates.

There was about seven or eight people over at my house tripping sack on mushrooms. There was only one person there who didn't eat any, but he left. I remeber sitting on my back deck, and my friend Tim, asked if there were any birds in the birdhouse on the deck. I didn't think there were any so I said no. He stuck his finger in, and a bird came shooting out and scared the shit out of him. I wanted to go inside to listen to music I turned to my best friend Matt, and said "If I'm not back in ten minutes, it's because I'm tripping." He said that that was a good way to put it.

I walked into my room with the music blaring. Looking up at the ceiling tiles, I could see rolling waves of swirling colors. It was awesome. I put on The Rolling Stones' "Sympathy for the Devil", turned it up and sat on my couch. I was tripping very hard. Later, I went to Tim's house to pick up his four-foot bong. There was still a bunch of people at my house, but Tim was tripping hard like me and I didn't want him to go alone.

We all hit the bong and it got very crazy, Eventualy, I got a splitting headache and went to sleep around seven in the morning. That was the best time I ever had on mushrooms. We made pot brownies twice while my parents went away, and my dog ate between four and six of them. I found her in the kitchen while she was eating them. She sat on a couch for like 6 or 7 hours, and I was getting scared. After everyone else save for my best friend Matt left, we were trying to get her to move, and she started twitching. I was scared shitless and didn't know what to do. I was up for hours making sure she was still breathing.

We got mushroom chocolates once more, and Tim left his on the table, and the next thing he knew it was gone. He looked at me and said, "I sure hope your dog didn't eat it. I walked into my room, and she was sitting on my bed with an empty piece of foil. Oh shit, not again. So my dog starts tripping. We all had already eaten ours. At first she looked like she was having fun, but soon she just lays on the ground. At one point, Matt was petting her and then he stops, and stares at me looking freaked out. He had this blank stare on his face. I start yelling at him and he just keeps staring. He looked like he just saw a ghost. He says, "I think she's dead, man." I start petting her and she is growling. Later, she sat on the floor and started staring at all this sports stuff my dad has on his shelves. It was funny to see her trip. Me and Matt took her for a walk and she was chasing things that weren't there and stuff.

There is probably more interesting stories from those two weeks, but I can't think of any and am too tired to type anymore. I hope some of you found this entertaining,

Mike

 

thats awesome...dont feed dogs chocoloate

 

I didn't, she got into them. She's fine, by the way.

 

my friend's dog ate a quarter of mushroom chocolates and had to go to the hospital. the dog was not harmed, at least not that we know of.

 

Thats awesome man, i love the fungus

 

Yeah, choclates bad for dogs.... otherwise sounds like your dog had a great time, too bad it cost you money...

 

sounds awesome man!

 

Sounds like fun. I get my dog high sometimes too, and she loves it!

 

i feel sorry for that dog

 

me too

 

I haven't seen anyone say that feeding mushrooms to a dog is not good for it? You need to be more responible with the drugs in your house and not leave them where your fucking dog is going to get into it. Smoking a dog up is one thing, but a powerful hallucinogin is another.

 

I did not give mushrooms or brownies to my dog, I did not want my dog to eat them. My friend left the mushroom chocolate on the table and she got it without him noticing it. When she ate the brownies, I was going upstairs to move them so she wouldn't get them but it was too late. I am glad that she is ok. I don't need people to tell me to be responsible with my drugs.

 

Oh god! one time my parents went to like mexico and they left me home for one week, i got so stoned, brought some friends over we got stoned and like it was the best week ever, VH1 take THAT!