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    Default girls are weird (part 3).

    First of all, I've held off posting this one for a couple days. I wasn't sure if it would be believable or if it would show up in the papers/cop investigation...but it didn't and I have no proof. I decided I couldn't hold back, it was too ridiculous, just as most adventures are when you take mind altering drugs.

    This happened last Saturday.



    I often forget what it's like to wake up before noon on saturday and not be hung over. There's so much time to do shit and you actually feel like you could accomplish something. The sun was high in sky and my roommates and I are out on our porch mowing down some Cinnamon toast Crunch, it's a good start, but how do we make the day get better? We decide to get some mushrooms and go to the zoo.

    The shrooms we get have been mixed/baked/put inside of some carmel things. I'm not a drug baker, I have no idea how it works. It's me two of my roommates and my roommates friend Sara. Sara is one of those granola, frisbee lovely, getting high makes me creative, hippy girls who is also super short, like 5'2". Right off the bat I'm not a big fan, but she has some quality boobs for a short and skinny, and is wearing a bright pink lacey thong which indicated to me that my dick inside of her would be a good idea, so I approved. We eat the shrooms, carmely and delicious.

    I fucking love the zoo. Animals and the Discovery Channel blow my mind. Seeing them in real life rules because they just kind of hang out at the zoo and I like to hang out, so I appreciate what they do and feel like i'm on their level. Driving to the zoo, the shrooms haven't hit yet, but I'm starting to feel that initial high that probably has more to do with my anticipation of being high and at a zoo than it does with the toxins mixing with my blood stream, oh boy it's exciting.

    Right off the bat, wham, a fucking cheetah and it's cubs. "Damn cheetahs are awesome," we say. We want to see the cheetah run, but he has nothing to run at and enjoys the shade. We move on.

    The bird aquarium is what my roommate called it, but it was actually the aviary. The shrooms are hitting. Colors are better, sounds are sounder, and not smiling is a struggle. "Damn, birds are awesome," we say. We're surrounding by bird calls and can only hear the fuckers. You can hear the flapping and Ka-Kaing, but when you turn to look the bird is already landed somewhere else, lost in the trees. We collectively agreed the birds were up to something. We didn't know what, but we didn't like it. Sara has been quiet up until this point when she gets all moody and angry. No one cares, but she voices her opinion like we do. "It's just fucking bullshit, they shouldn't be kept in here"...Fuck not this shit, being around an argument like this were female emotions run high is not something you want to be around while High. Everyone deals with it and listens to her tell us about the poem she's going to write about dandelions and the cage bird or some gay shit like that.

    The reptile room is so dark. I always forget that. Shrooms are in full force. My god, I am high. Snake movement is fucking weird. It looks propelled by some hatred or evil force. I'm not amused. Sara and I get seperated from my roommates. We come outside of the reptile room expecting to see them but they aren't there. We decide we shouldn't go back inside. The snakes got them. We must move on.

    The elephants mean business. Lumbering along all high and mighty. Sara is telling me about their memory and how they act about deceased elephants and burials and shit. I tell the elephant closest to me that I understand and everything will be alright. Sara and I sit and watch them in silence until she turns to me, "are you horny?' "shit! is my tusk showing?" "i'm horny" My no nonsense response is that it's the drugs, but fuck it boobs are beautiful and she has quite a worthy pair. "Do you want to find a bathroom or something?" she says, "no" and we walk on.

    The penguins! I couldn't stop laughing. "They should just fly away," I kept saying. Sara isn't saying anything. The penguins are saying "ha ha ha we're flying, we're flying" Sara is trying to climb into the back area of the penguin pen where they sometimes hold some penguins. She's got a leg up on the side of the wall and is holding onto the top of a concrete block. "what are you doing? you can't go in there" i say. "just help me up, don't you want to screw me in the penguin pit?" Fucking logic, I can't argue, I do want to screw her amongst the penguins, but with morgan freeman narrating and each penguin wearing a bow tie and monocle.

    I quickly help her over and climb up and over with the intensity of a man escaping a lifelong sentence in jail for freedom and chance at starting over, except i'm motivated by getting my beak wet with a hippy girl as a shit load of penguins watch. The high kind of disappears when you're that motivated and focused. When I get to the other side, sara is reaching her hand out and petting a penguin. "that's awesome" i say and I reached down and pet her right breast. She moans and kind of arches, exposing her neck so I kiss her neck and reach down with my other hand to pet her twatty. The penguin is watching. I'm watching the penguin. I swear it winks.

    Sara does kind of a jump like she's startled and says to follow her. I follow her behind the fake rock mountain the penguins stand on. She reaches down to pet another penguin, "help me grab these penguins" and she fucking grabs the penguin in front of her who immediately quacks "rape! rape! RAPE!" and i'm like fuck that penguin is getting raped. "sara what are you doing, are you fucking out of your mind!' She's holding on to that penguin like a full back and rushes towards the gate. I chase after her and say, "you can't steal a penguin from it's home, that's fucked" She says, "it's fucked that this is there home. THIS ISN"T THEIR HOME" "are you still horny?" "I was never horny, i just needed help getting in" That fucking bitch. I grab her shoulder and arm to free the penguin who is just quacking and flapping away. She bites my hand. Instinctively I let go. A mistake. She turns and sprints for the main gate. Running low on acceptable options for fighting a girl I do the first thing that pops into my head. I karate chop her neck. I did it! she dropped the penguin, who quickly scurries off. She turns around and punts the shit out of my dick and balls. Right in the beanbag. And opens the main gate, waiting for the penguins to follow.

    When I catch my wind, I get up and see the gate open but no Sara. There's a few penguins about waiting for me to hand them fishes. I ask them where she went....Still too fucking high. I dip out the gate and see if anyone is around, shut the gate and take off sprinting. I sprint all the way back to the front of the zoo past crying children and obese parents at the food court to the reptile room. Not sure why, but I go inside. My two roommates are back against the wall standing on a bench in the corner. "no time, we got to get out of he-" "knucklehead! there's a giant snake on the floor. help us" "there's no snake, you're tripping let's go" "THERE'S A FUCKING SNAKE ON THE GROUND AND I'M NOT LEAVING UNTIL YOU GET IT" "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET'S GO" The other roommate senses my urgency and snaps out of the trip, hopping off the bench and telling the other roommate it's alright and safe now. He closes his eyes jumps off the bench and sprints outside. We follow.

    No one has seen or heard from Sara since. We decided not to tell any of our friends about this to keep it low profile. I just had to share.

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    summarize.

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    Default Re: girls are weird (part 3).

    Quote Originally Posted by Knucklehead
    The bird aquarium is what my roommate called it, but it was actually the aviary.
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    Fine.

    Took shrooms. Went to zoo. Broke into penguin exhibit. Try to screw girl with penguins watching. She tries to steal a penguin and free all the other penguins. I karate chop her, save the day and leave.

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    I would manipulate a picture of a penguin, put her head on it, and post it here.

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    Hahahahha, holy fuck, I've never related to anyone on Be-Mag more than I probably do you right now.

    I've recently started doing shrooms again after a several year hiatus and I had seriously convinced myself going to the zoo high would probably be a really, really good idea.

    Thank you for making me re-think that and for also making my night with your wonderful story.

    Sadly, there is far more to life than rollerblading.

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    that was actually quite enjoyable. if you wrote a book, id read it.

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    So here's a story about drug usage.

    Back in the day, I used to really be into psychotropics and hallucinogens. Mushrooms, DMT, LSD, even did Ayahusca the one time.

    This story goes back to when I was 19, and decided to do some mushrooms with my friends. Now, for those of you unfamiliar with the consumption of psilocybin mushrooms, they taste like ass. They just do. The typical way people use mushrooms is to straight up eat them, but to be honest, that's not really a pleasant way to absorb the drugs into your body.

    We've experimented with different methods of doing mushrooms over the years, mixing it with conventional tea and making a brew of it seems to be the most pleasant.

    However, in this instance we decided to go over to my friend Mike's house and dice the mushrooms up into very fine pieces, almost granules. Then, we got a couple packages of those dipstick candy things, you know the ones with the powdered sugar and the candy stick that you lick and then dip in the pouch of of powder? We got those and then mixed the mushrooms with them to make the taste less awful.

    So, here we are, doing little piles of mushrooms and sugar with our little dippy sticks, watching a pre-arranged series of bad movies (Mortal Kombat was first to play).

    Usually, when I do hallucinogens, I make it a point of making sure there is at least one person amongst the group of us who isn't doing the drugs. This person's job is essentially to babysit us and make sure we don't do anything damaging or retarded, like take a kitchen knife to our arm to cut the bugs out of our skin or whatever. It's a thankless job, one that usually requires outright paying the person to do it.

    These guys, however, did not do that.

    Anyway, after a good while the shrooms finally kicked in for me, and I was having a pretty good trip. The reason I enjoy psychotropics is that I generally am able to enjoy myself without doing anything fucked up or stupid, and very rarely do I have a bad trip.

    At one point, I find myself mightily hungry and go digging around Mike's kitchen. I find a tub of ice cream, and get a spoon, go back to the living room with the other guys and just start eating straight out of the tub. Rude, I know, but hey, I was high.

    The other dudes totally freak out. They yell at me, tell me to stop, and wrench the ice cream away from my hands. I'm pretty pissed about this, and we start into an argument about it. I lose the argument, apparently, and no more ice cream for me.

    I kinda sulk about this, and then wander around the house as my perception is all screwed up and stuff. In the hallway, I see Chris, and I just lose it on the guy. I don't generally like Chris, he's what one would call "a friend of a friend". So I just lay into the guy, shouting at him, and eventually I start hitting him. Just wailing on him. Kicking him, punching him, shouting obscenities at him.

    Pretty sure I beat the dude into unconsciousness. He's against the wall, completely out, and Mike grabs my arm and yells at me to snap some sense into me and get me to stop. I shrug him off my arm, and I go sit in the kitchen and drink water for a while.

    Nobody comes into the kitchen for a bit, nobody's talking to me, so I get bored and go upstairs to Candice's room.

    Candice is Mike's sister. She was 13 at the time, although she sure as hell didn't look 13. The Puberty Train arrived at that girl's station in all the right ways, and she damn well knew it. In the past, she had actually been quite flirtatious with me, which I never reciprocated because, hey, the girl is only 13.

    But, high on shrooms and expressing massively poor judgment, I slip into her room. It's dark, and I crawl into bed with her. Not sure how it ended up like this, but in the end her and I start fucking like wild rabbits. At one point I distinctly recall taking her from behind, and then pulling out and switching to fucking her in the ass. Why? I have no idea, but it's what I did at the time.

    Anyway, after a good powerful fuck of this young lass, I lay around for a bit but decide I just want to go home and sleep in my bed.

    So, without talking to anyone, I put on my shoes and proceed to walk home. At the time, I lived about four blocks from Mike's house, and I felt coherent enough to make the journey without incident.

    Along the way, I very vividly remember a raccoon following me down the road. Why was this raccoon following me? I have no idea. Maybe, like many animals in the area, it had become accustomed to receiving free food from humans who were all like "Awww, cute animal!" and was basically panhandling.

    In my altered state, I came under the impression that I owed this raccoon money, and he was harassing me for it.

    So I get angry, kick over a nearby garbage can, and start throwing garbage at it, screaming "FUCK YOU RACCOON I DON'T HAVE YOUR FUCKING MONEY!"

    It runs off, and I continue walking home.

    I didn't make it. I passed out along the way on some guy's lawn, as I awoke the next morning to find a paramedic taking my pulse. I was completely soaked (either from morning dew or it had rained during the night or something) and freezing.

    Standing over me is a paramedic, some police, firefighters, etc.

    Apparently, the dude who lived in the house I was passed out in front of called 911 and didn't know if I was dead or what the hell, and didn't touch me.

    After talking to the folks there for a little bit, telling them I had just passed out due to wandering home drunk and wasn't under any kind of medical duress, they let me go on my way.

    I finish walking home, and find out it's like 8 in the morning. Bleary eyed, still somewhat confused, and exhausted, I strip out of my soaked clothes and go back to bed for a few hours.

    I wake up in the afternoon. I crawl out of bed, feeling like shit, and slink into the shower. As the shower hits me, I start to recollect the evening as stated above.

    I immediately become concerned for Chris. Sure, I don't like the guy, but there's no way he deserved the beating I laid on him. Is he okay? Did the other guys even help him? What the fuck happened to him?

    Before I can meditate too deeply on how injured Chris might be, the thought also occurs to me...

    Holy Jesus, I fucked Candice.

    I try to remember as much as I can about that. I try to figure out what the hell was I thinking, what the fuck did I do with her?

    I remembered getting into bed with her. I remembered it being dark. I remember fucking the hell out of her, including a foray into anal, and I remember holding her really tightly while I...

    Wait a minute.

    Did... did I... did I rape Candice?

    I mean, I don't remember her screaming, or fighting back, but I remember how physical I was with her and that she's just a small girl.

    Did she consent to it? That doesn't even make sense. Why would she suddenly consent to one of her brother's drugged up friends crawling into bed with her and wanting to fuck her?

    Holy shit, I think to myself, I might've just anally raped a 13 year old girl.

    I sit down in the shower and just curl up into a little ball. I am shaking, but not from the cold. I am filled with panic, revulsion, anger, a whole mixture of emotions that I can't even begin to completely put into words.

    Listen, I don't generally make apologies for the kind of person I am and have been. I know that, viewed through the lens of the objective observer, I'm a pretty terrible human being. I've done a lot of really bad things to people, many of whom did not deserve it. I've hurt people, physically and emotionally, on levels I am not proud of at all, but I don't dwell on it.

    There's a lot of really awful, and totally true, things people could call me. But one of them is most definitely not a rapist. That's a line I've never, ever crossed. It's a true moral event horizon, the sort of thing I hold myself strictly above that even at my most criminal worst, I could still say "Well, at least I'm not a rapist."

    Rape pretty much is the worst thing you can do to a human being. It's worse, in my eyes, than murder. I've been sexually assaulted myself, more than once, and I know how horrific it is and how it can have a massive lasting effect on the person it happens to.

    So I'm sitting there, stricken with all kinds of internal emotional turmoil about what the fuck happened and what the fuck I should do and so on.

    Eventually, I pick myself up and get out of the shower. The way I felt then was probably one of the most terrible experiences in my entire life. I actually contemplated suicide, opening up the cabinet behind the bathroom mirror and looking at the painkillers and things kept back there, and I considered just swallowing them all and ending it.

    But I decide not to. I try to hope for the fact that maybe Candice did consent to it, which while still bad (and really, the statutory rape of a 13 year old girl is not much better, even if she says okay) isn't nearly bad as forcefully fucking her against her will.

    I decide I have to face the repercussions of my actions, accept responsibility for them, even if it means I go to jail or whatever. If I did force myself on her against her will, she will need the closure of seeing me accept responsibility and being punished for my actions. If I didn't force her, if she consented to it, I still need to face the reality of what I did and make sure she has no illusions about what transpired and why it was bad. I need to accept that this will destroy my friendship with those guys, Mike especially, and that this entire thing might lead to me being criminally prosecuted and ruining my life.

    I don't know what to do next, though, or how to go about facing the music of my own decisions. I look over at the phone, thinking to call Mike first before heading over there, and I notice there is a flashing light on the phone indicating there is a message.

    I check the phone's caller ID record first, to see if I can tell who and when it was. It was Mike's phone number, and the call came an hour earlier while I was still sleeping in my bed.

    My stomach tightens into a rock. Hands shaking, I pick up the phone and check the voice mail.

    It's Mike. He's like "Hey, dude, fucked up time last night, eh?" (He is laughing! Good sign) "Just wanted to make sure you got home okay. Listen, we're going to have burgers and beer later this aft, come over, kay?"

    I sit there and think for a bit. Clearly, this message tells me a couple things: Chris can't be hurt that bad, since Mike wouldn't be that cheerful if I had really beaten the man as badly as I had thought.

    It also tells me that I didn't rape Candice, since Mike's voice would be tinged with the tone of murder rather than a friendly invitation for BBQ. Also, thinking on it, would the police from earlier had let me go? No, no, that wouldn't make sense. Clearly, I didn't rape this girl. Okay, fine.

    I mean, at this point, I still ass-fucked a 13 year old girl while her brother was downstairs on drugs, which is still horrible, but not nearly as bad as outright rape.

    So I get dressed and head over to Mike's. Along the way, I see a turned over garbage can and garbage strewn across the street. Fucking raccoon.

    I get there, and I hear the dudes laughing in the backyard. I head around back, and guys are sitting around the patio drinking beer and Mike is BBQ'ing some burgers.

    Mike looks at me laughs and says "What's up, Lardo?"

    (Which is not, I would like to note, a normal nickname for me or a term Mike uses generally. I'm not even fat, so this takes me aback).

    I sit down, nervous and quiet. Mike is smiling at me and chuckling. How do I say to the guy "Oh, by the way dude, I rocked your little sister's asshole last night. Sorry."

    The guys are laughing, and he's like "Dude, do you remember anything from last night?"

    I shrug sheepishly and answer "Kinda".

    So, they begin explaining things to me, specifically how I turned into a giant shouting tool and I had, at one point, started eating an entire tub of baking lard straight up with a spoon.

    (Apparently, the "ice cream" I was eating was actually a tub of lard)

    As an aside, as a result of this incident this group of dudes still call me "Lardo" to this day.

    And also how I wrecked the china cabinet in the hallway, putting a big hole through it and stuff. Chris, by the way, is completely fine.

    (Apparently, the "Chris" I beat up was actually an empty china cabinet)

    I stammer a half-assed apology about the china cabinet, offering to repay Mike for it (because, you know, it's totally important I set this whole china cabinet issue right, after I fucked his sister)

    Mike tells me not to worry about it, as his mother hated that cabinet anyway, hence why it was sitting in the hallway empty (She's actually been bugging him for like a week to carry it out to the curb).

    Then,

    Enter Candice.

    She comes out of the house. She is cheerful, and asks Mike if the burgers are ready. He replies in the negative, and she nods and goes to go back into the house, but not before looking over at me and smiling and waving at me, saying "Hi, Matt!" as she always does when I am over.

    I am pale as a corpse.

    Dave, one of the other dudes there, gives me a subtle nudge with his foot and laughs "Think clean thoughts, Christian soldier."

    They are mistaking my horrified reaction for being all flustered lusting inappropriately after her. They don't even know what happened.

    After a little bit to collect myself, I excuse myself, telling them I gotta use the can.

    I go upstairs to Candice's room, deciding the best start to resolving this whole mess is talking to her first about what happened, why it was a mistake, etc. I knock on the door, and she tells me to come in.

    Entering the room and seeing it in light for the first time, it strikes me how this is so obviously a little girl's room.

    She has boyband posters and stuffed animals everywhere and oh god I violated this innocent girl what the fuck is wrong with meeeeee....

    I feel like ten thousand knives are rapidly stabbing me in the solar plexus.

    I sit down, and she is all smiles. God, what could she possibly be thinking? How could she have even taken what happened last night? She's thirteen years old for Christ's sake, it's not like she's at the age and maturity level to be totally cool with a one night stand or casual sex.

    I mean, shit, this was most likely her first time with a guy. I deflowered this girl and now she probably thinks she's in love with me. I knew before that she sorta crushed on me a bit, but I always politely rebuffed her attempts at flirtation in the past.

    Now, I have to tell this girl I don't love her, nothing magical or special happened to us last night. I have to tell her I only did what I did because I was high on hallucinogens and that it was a terrible mistake and can never happen again and if she wants to tell the police and send me to jail or whatever I accept that.

    And she's just sitting there cutely and innocently smiling, wondering what I want to say.

    So, I begin gingerly with "About last night..." but before I could go any further with that thought, she giggles and says "Oh, Mike told me all about it. You must've been really drunk, wow, you started eating lard?"

    I... what?

    She continues on "I wished I would've seen that, it would've been hilarious. Too bad I went to my friend's house last night, eh?"

    Too bad I went to my friend's house...

    (Apparently, the "Candice" I fucked in the ass wasn't even really there!)

    So, uh, I guess I hallucinated the entire experience with her?

    Holy shit, I have never been more happy that I had just hallucinated some bullshit.

    The thought occurs to me that I may have, in fact, violated one of her possessions or at least just rubbed one out on her bed. Which is still awful, but orders of fucking magnitude better than what I had thought happened before.

    I give a glance around the room, at her bed in particular, dreading seeing a big ole stain of my man-jam on the sheets or something.

    Nope, looks clear.

    So, I make up some bullshit, tell her how I found out I had smashed the china cabinet (another thing she laughs about) and I just wanted to make sure I hadn't wrecked anything of her's....

    (like her ass)

    She laughs about it, looks around, shrugs and tells me everything looks fine.

    I let out a sigh of relief on a level she doesn't even understand, and I go back downstairs.

    I have a beer and some burgers with the fellows, and tell exactly none of them what I thought I had done last night.

    To this day, I've never told anyone who knows Mike or Candice what my hallucinations were.

    I do know one thing for absolute sure, though.

    A part of this whole experience I will carry with me for the rest of my life...
    If I ever see that fucking raccoon again, I will kill him. I STILL DON'T HAVE HIS FUCKING MONEY!

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    Holy fucking lulz, I haven't laughed this hard in a minute.


    first the BCam thread and now this!

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    This thread is gold. Fuck amall, I'm lurking BE-Mag from now on.

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    Default Re: girls are weird (part 3).

    Quote Originally Posted by H.H. Holmes
    Quote Originally Posted by Knucklehead
    The bird aquarium is what my roommate called it, but it was actually the aviary.
    Quote Originally Posted by Charlie Hustles
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    Default Re: girls are weird (part 3).

    Quote Originally Posted by Knucklehead
    Quote Originally Posted by H.H. Holmes
    Quote Originally Posted by Knucklehead
    The bird aquarium is what my roommate called it, but it was actually the aviary.
    Quote Originally Posted by Charlie Hustles
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    lol

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    Hall...of...Fame.

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    Damnit I thought you were gonna fuck the chick

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    Quote Originally Posted by houston2
    Damnit I thought you were gonna fuck the chick
    That's what I thought but he hasn't seen her since, which is fucking hilarious.
    Awesome stories.

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    Lulz, and you didnt even get your tip wet

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    lololol that shit was crazy

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    such a good story and very well written too.

    summary doesn't do it any justice at all. I'd like to subscribe to your series "adventures while high." please keep me updated. k thnx.
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    hahaha goomin zoo!! i've been wanting to do that for a long time. hopefully i won't do it with a crazy bitch trying to steal penguins. that must have been trippy as fuck
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