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The following happened a long time ago...

..but the memories..god they never fade.

back in my wilder student days we did a lot of drugs. we were especially keen on LSD and 'shrooms ( and even some DMT on a couple of memorable times). One night I'm sat in my student digs living room, in the house I shared with a load of mates. Seven of us officially lived there, but with guests and girlfriends etc normally 12+ of us in the house. Good times.

Anyway most of my housemates have gone out for the night and I am coming up nicely in the living room. Little sundog type affairs starting to appear, odd shadows, some really good trance playing.. gonna be a good night. We shall only refer to him as "J" came into the living room, looking pensive. He blagged a tab or two off of me whilst we chatted a bit, nothing too heavy but i could see he looked worried. So, being the caring type, I asked him what was wrong.

At first he didn't want to tell me in case it gave me a bad trip, well, when you've just said that it's too late. I was worried as he'd had some false cancer scares in his throat a few years before and.. still smoked...

and then he said it :

" It's not that, it's.. well... look I now how this sounds..."

At this point I was getting a really bad feeling. Time started to do odd things and i was watching his face grow younger and rapidly age as the shadows and light flickered across it.

he carried on "..listen we're mates yeah.. can i show you something.. I'm a bit worried.. dunno if I should go to a Doctor or not."

Well... I thought.. he's a mate.. we're both men of the world.... how bad can it be .....?





He led me upstairs. he was in the attic bedroom with the tiny ensuite loo.

My bad feeling got worse.

I braced myself thinking this was going to be some genital related query

"don't laugh, don't laugh" I thought over and over again.

"Mike... will you have a look at my gak please ?"

That threw me.

Another ciggie bolstered my bravery... not what I was expecting... not sure if that was better or worse really though.

I approach the toilet.

In the bowl was this.... bloody red mass. Like a shredded stomach mixed with god knows what.

Didn't look good was all I could tell J.

He said he felt alright, tummy ached a bit, but didn't feel unwell.

I advised him to sleep on it and perhaps book a Doctor's appointment tomorrow.

I fled to the safe madness of the rest of the night.

The next evening we're having dinner in the lounge, there's about 12-15 of us and we're tucking into a (terrible) chilli whilst we wait for the Simpsons to come on Sky One.

J suddenly pipes up :

"Oh yeah Mike. You remember that gak i showed you last night ? I'd forgotten I'd eaten a litre and a half jar of beetroot and drank the juice it was in. i think it was that. Thanks for looking though."

EVERYONE turned to stare at me, like I'm the bad guy here.

never eaten beetroot since.

HIGHLARIOUS!!! Still pretty messed up story.


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halonachos wrote:That's still not good enough, if you're drinking enough water and not holding it in all day, it should be clear.

Phew.

I wasn't going to share this part of the story, it seemed like a step too far, but after the above story, I feel okay to reveal that my poo also turned purple.

My pee is now a very pale yellow again.

Looks like a I get to live. This time.

This thread is going down the drain

M.

hellsguardian316 wrote:

Khornholio wrote:Guess what happens if you eat enough spinach.

You become Popeye and require speech therapy?

Although that is possible, your stool will be as green as an Ork.