I'm glad your mom's doing well, man. Still terrifies me how Covid-19 seems to have a totally random set of symptoms and complications for every patient. I hope she continues to recover.

honestly, fuck all these motherfuckers 

I was and still am sympathetic to BLM, to an extent, but holy fuck this rioting and psychotic iconoclasty is bad. I read some article the other day about a bunch of liberals who want to tear down the Washington monument. Like, justice sure, but erasing everyone's culture and history is nuts. Of course, these freaks exist in Canada today and they just beheaded some statue of John A. MacDonald and I... don't actually give a fuck about John A. MacDonald, but it probably represents bad shit 

His form is weak though. He doesn't go nearly low enough to knok someone down, and just kinda impacts against the shield. 

The real chad is the one who goes low to smack the dude in the leg like he's a marauding Gaul clubbing a panicking Roman in the knee.

I've been on a 70s and 80s binge, and I've been picking through the best Scorsese movies from that time. Highly recommend everyone watch Taxi Driver, because the main character would be a CYS lurker if he lived forty years later 

You got it. 

Not a lot to do in quarantine, so I got a couple buddy's together and went camping out in the back field (I live on a farm). It was me, my girlfriend, and two of my friends. Don't worry, we stayed socially distant the entire time and took separate vehicles. 

I had the idea to do some mushrooms, and that was a popular idea so we all ended up doing mushrooms except for my girlfriend, who is generally pretty straight edge and wasn't super into the idea of hallucinating. I ended up taking five grams. My buddy had the genius idea of grinding them up and soaking them in lemon juice,  apparently because it makes them easier to digest and the sourness masks the shitty taste. I didn't realize at the time that this makes the trip way more intense, and also means that it hits you way harder. 

It started off relatively pleasant. There was some cool stuff happening with the clouds and the stars. I ended up taking them around 8:30, if memory serves. I stay like that for maybe a half hour. Then shit starts to get much darker. I become increasingly anxious and nauseous. The campfire and the smoke started to become a bit sinister. My drug-addled mind made the connection between the smoke of the campfire and the smoke of Hell, and so I couldn't stop thinking about eternal damnation, even as I continued to come up. 

I don't really remember what happens next. My next memory is me throwing up. My girlfriend sort of half dragged me into the tent because I said I needed some sleep. My two friends had fucked off at this point. Neither of them had taken as much as I had, so they were just sort of staring at the sky.

I think "I need sleep" was code for "make this stop", but there was no stopping this. I wasn't going to sleep for hours. I began to realize what a monumentally stupid situation I had trapped myself in. My girlfriend left the tent and doused the fire, and the smell of the smoke freaked me the fuck out even more. She left the flap open, so I got a pretty clear gander at the night sky. At this point, the stars looked to me like scary Hebrew letters. I started to worry that I had invited some kind of biblical judgement on myself. My tattoo was also seemingly slithering around on my arm, which made me concerned that something was wrong with my blood. 

At around 9:30, the visuals became way more intense. I also forgot that I had taken mushrooms. The visuals were so strong that I was completely unaware of my surroundings. It looked kind of like the most intense film grain ever. Like everything took on the quality of a shitty VHS tape or something. Also, I couldn't fucking understand what my girlfriend was trying to say to me. I think she was trying to soothe me because she could see how freaked out I was, but it all kind of sounded like someone speaking from underwater. 

At this point, the fear and anxiety are at their highest. I thought the universe had ended, and all that was left was fuzzy shapes, and I was going to be trapped in this fugue state forever. Eventually, I sort of became aware of my own body again. I noticed that I was resting on my broken finger and it hurt, and I also noticed that I really had to piss. These two realizations made me realize that I was not, in fact, trapped in the VHS dimension, I was laying in a sleeping bag. This happened around midnight, I think.

I talked with my girlfriend for a bit, left to take a piss, and had some actually pleasant visuals staring at the sky now that the Hebrew letters were gone and I didn't think I had supernatural blood poisoning. 

TL;DR: 

I took too many shrooms and had a terrible time 

this is no place for the weak, or the foolhardy 

since everyone's arguing about their ancestors and who fucked whom over in the past, i'd like to share this pearl of wisdom from the best television show ever written 

I think I read somewhere that even if that dude had ran at full speed away, the shockwave still would have killed him 

right! man i forgot her username all i remember was it being stupid and forgettable as fuck, just like she is 

no, that was the other one. the dumb bitch with the lion avatar