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Rode a horse - by the end of the experience, my thighs were oozing blood from griping on so hard, my fingers were literally locked into a death grip on the saddle and someone had to help me "crack open" my fingers and, as I got the rhythm wrong, my testicles were like pancakes from constantly coming down as the horse was going up during the gallop. I was a literally walking wreck for over a week and couldn't move around without help.
Took ketamine - a horse tranquilizer often sold as a substitute for E
Drank 9 tequilla slammers in half an hour on my 18th birthday - even 16 years later, the smell of that devil's liquid makes me gag
Life's a learning process. It's just a pity we seem to learn most from unpleasant experiences!
Mr Mephisto
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