We just finished watching Harold & Kumar Get The Munchies.
Heheh. A nice, harmless bit of brainless fun.
But it's left me with a lingering craving to get my hands on some good old Swazi Gold or Durban Poison, and to just chill and eat burgers and/or pizza (or whatever is close at hand).
It's the same effect as when you watched Superman as a kid and left the cinema wanting to bunny-hop your wheelchair.
Sorry, I meant save the world.
It's been a long time since we got mashed.
The last time was.. easter. A friend brought over a bag of mushrooms, something we'd never tried before.
Whahey! Man that was a good night. Altogether there were 5 of us, and it hit us as we were munching down on some dessert. It took us about an hour to eat a slice of apple pie & custard.. you've never seen people snarf that much custard in such a short space of time.
We eventually migrated to the lounge, draped ourselves over the sofa/ floor/ cushions and watched Wallace and Gromit.
Oh my God, it was hysterical. We followed it up with Spaced, which in my mind is a work of genius- even more so when your mind is coasting along at 33000ft.
Happy daze.
It really flipping sucks that the Nanny State has once again donned its jackboots and moved 'shrooms into the same drugs category as crack.
Who the hell came up with that bright fucking idea?
Some Mother Grundy sitting in the basement of parliament who gets nostalgic when she watches Wuthering Heights or Pride & Prejudice?