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[floridasucks]

this sounds like a movie.. lemme get some popcorn..

 

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More? Ok. So after several attempts at "Ok let's get it together hee hee heeheeeeeeee". We can't pull it together. We can't stop laughing and giggling. Finally we pull it together and go to the desk and try to check in. But of course, everything people are saying and doing is just got us right on the edge of laughter. Now we've stayed at the Rio several time before this and we always ask for the Tower on a high floor. We tried to ask for that same situation but I guess we weren't making much sense cause the lady at the desk looked at us real sturn like and said "Your room is on the 4th floor next to the ice maker." We said something like "Well we wanted the 27th floor.." which she more sturnly said "Sir(big silence), 4th floor next to the ice machine." We sorta looked at her like 2 children that had just been spanked, took our keys and tried to make it to the elevator. At this point all I was seeing was patterns and all the people looked super animated. I'm thinking let's just get to the room, come down a little and then hit the streets. This will be fun if we can just come down a little. As were trying to find the elevators we decided to go get our player cards, that way we got everything covered when we come down later to play. So we find the player card booth and the girl who's working the booth swings around to help us and this girl could not have looked any weirder. Oh man we had just kinda pulled ourselfs together and then this. We start laughing hysterically and now this chick is pissed at us. And we can't pull it back again. Oh man she had this machine that I guess was punching the player cards with you account # or whatever but to us it sounded like she was over at this machine crunching bones. Crunch crunch crunch and doing it with her feet on some kinda lever thing. We were like WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, crunching bones, let's get out of here. We are so fucked up at this point were just dying to get to the room to make it all stop for a while, calm down and pull it together. Finally we get to the elevator, go to the 4th floor get out of the elevator...and the hallway is like a spoke. There are like 5 differant ways to go once you get off. We start laughing again.
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hahahahaha bone crunching machine is hilarious lets here the rest

 

[cattalley]

Back to the story...now we are laughing at this new situation, but this is a nervious kinda laughter boardering on paranoia. 5 differant ways to go and the hallways look like 3 miles long. We look at each other like Bonnie and Clyde right before they get shot up in that car. All a sudden I remember(there's a lot of all of a suddens in this story hee hee) the ice machine thing the lady said. We aimlesly start walking around looking for the ice machine. It seemed like an hour before we found the room. It was 4 doors away from the elevator first spoke on the right. As we are wandering around I noticed the e had begin to change on us. When we got there, everything was rushing. I mean people would pass you while walking and it seemed like whew whew, a blured flash out of the side of your eye. But now the e had sloooowwwwwed down and people are seeming like they are in slow motion. And now we are in slow motion. Maintain Maintian I tell myself. It's only the e. We'll find the room..in time. We can't ask anyone where the room is cause we are now in slowmo and we are not sure if anyone can tell. We really don't care we just want to get to that room. I don't know how but finally we found the room slipped the key in the door(another problematic) and fell into the room. Oh my God how great that was. Finally safe. Whew!!!
Now the Rio has these great floor to ceiling windows in their suites. The sun was going down and the lights coming out from the strip we were mesmerized. We layed on the floor of the suite next to the window and just watched the lights come on to the strip, it was gorgeous. Our own personal light show, it was great. So great we realized we had been laying there for 4 hours. So we decide were gonna try to go out and gamble. We are still trippin our guts out but it seems more manageable. Things were not so fast and not so slow just that really warm fuzzy feeling and lots of patterns. Cool. I don't know how but next thing I know is we're at the Bellagio in the lobby. We're sitting on a large round couch like thing with this huge multi colored glass lighting fixture above us. Now this thing is so colorful and detailed I'm starring at it and realize this thing could be dangerious if it fell(stupid high paranoia) but I can't reach my feet to the floor. It's like I'm Alice in Wonderland and I'm too high up to get off the seat. But my boyfriend helps me get my feet to the ground( 2 inches below where my feet are) and we go on from there. I think the e was starting to rev itself up again cause we started getting the rushy thing again. People whizzing by like a a blur in your side vision. Oh God. NNow granted we have been drinking the whole time and I just wasn't feeling any booze effects...that I knew of. A few more casinos and the e is now back in full force and it's getting rushy and patterny and again we aren't making much sense. Damn that evil e. Next thing I know we are back at the Rio. Now it's I don't know what time, but this casino is PACKED. I tell my boyfriend, don't let go of my hand, but too late. I see the back of his head fade into the crowd. And there I am, fucked up in the middle of about a miilion strangers, can't figure out what to do. I'm thinking go to the room and wait he'll probably show up when he realizes we got separated. Patterns, colors, people rushing I somehow got to the room and waited...and waited...and waited. To this day we don't know what happened to him during the time he was gone(don't worry I checked him to make sure he hadn't gone to the mustang ranch sniff sniff). He came to the room via Security. I'm laying on the bed trippin my guts out on the ceiling when I get this loud knocking on the door. Bam Bam Bam. I open the door and there is 3 big Bruno guys holding up my boyfriend saying "Is this yours?". I grab his arm pull him into the room and said "Yes it is Thank you". "Well we found him laying on the floor next to the elevator". I said "oh..ok thanks", slammed the door. He fell into the roomwe fell on the floor and started laughing our asses off.
With all that we were in for the evening. Of course the tequilla kicked in, the e left and I was in for psycedelic throw up. Forget the rest of the story. That is only for the hardcore if you want to hear about that. Let's just say we are still alive and kicking. We love Vegas. How about You?

 

[floridasucks]

haha nice.. by e you mean acid? sounds like an acid trip.

 

[......]

haha nice.. by e you mean acid? sounds like an acid trip.

I think she means extacy

 

[cattalley]

My friends..this was as good as the purple double dome acid from the 60's. That's why we took the trip to Vegas. Yes it was extacy. How's that hole in my brain hee hee....

 

[floridasucks]

wow u scored some badass beans then. what kind were they?

 

[cattalley]

Donald Ducks I remember them well...well I think ha ha

 

[SeattleSmoke247]

When I was 17, we were all rolling tough off a skittles bag. At least eight different types and we had 60-70 at the beginning of the night. We were in my friends Escalade at the street races, having a great time.. Smoking lots of weed, hanging out at the starting line at least 200 cars lined up everyone talking.. Then we took off, ended up in a parking lot following our friend. Turns out the cops were looking for these guys that just stabbed someone down the street so they started pulling every car over. We took off and the cops were close behind. We made it to a parking lot and started going for the fence, got hit from the front and the back at the sa me time and were screwed. All the left over pills ended up getting munched down in the process, they found 2 ounces of bud and a scale. All 7 of us went in for the night, those under 17 got seperated from the 'adults'. Me and my buddy were sitting in the back of the cop car chatting it up, the cops asked "how much weed we smoked" and I just said too much... I got let go at 4 AM and ended up getting back to my friends house after a long trip. We all met up about 9 am and smoked some bud... Probally passed out after that.

 

[The Real Peter Parker]

Uh yeah sounds like some rolls I've never seen before... sure there was no acid dropped on there?

 

[MartinezTree]

Any that are crazy. One time I was trippin balls, not as hard as my roommate though, as he jumped through a fucking window!

Uh, I changed my mind about what/who/if God is after the combination of a good dose of LSD and nitrous oxide.

Speaking of windows... my old friend was so coked/tweaked out that he thought the FBI was watching him through the bill he was using and jumped out of a window. Believe it or not haha.