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Yeah I've heard. My drum teacher took a trip to Praugue and got some. Isn't it sort of acid trippy though? Along with immense drunkenness?
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Yeah, it's got something in it that makes you trip out. You end up doing weird shit like punching trees for looking at you funny, tactically assaulting your bathroom because it's plotting against you, and chasing the invisible dog around the house.
And Mr Flibble still lives in my top pocket since the last time I drunk the stuff. I really should evict him, but I can't find my top pocket.