So spoketh some miserable twat called Richard whilst whingeing about some cat in a bloody bag or something. Well, sorry pal, but they most certainly do work and with somewhat unpredictable consequences - but hilarious to anyone watching.
Before you get on your high horses, I am not talking about heroin or cocaine or that sort of shite. What I refer to is some prescibed bollocks that Dr Do-little gave me. I recall very little about why he gave me these little Xanax tablets in the first place. I do however recall two pertinent observations:-
1) the recommended dosage is 2 tablets (by which, apparently he meant 2 bits of the 4 piece tablet, not 2 whole tablets)
2) Do not drink any alcohol at all - which is like asking a child not to open it's christmas presents early
Needless to say, I took 4 times the dosage and was then curious to know what happened if you mixed them with alcohol.
Five minutes later I had gone from sober to completely twatted without passing 'get merry' or anything. Furniture suddenly started becoming an obstacle I couldn't master, walls went wobbly and everything was as funny as fuck - even blood.
As I stood there teetering, a friend suggested I should sit down.
"I'm about to" I burbled "I'm just waiting for the next time the sofa passes me"
So there you have it - the drugs most certainly do bloody work.....