Last time I dropped a tab was just after I got married (to the first dragon
). I was around 21 at the time, which would have made it about 1982.
Anyway, me and the missus both did the deed and sat in the living room, Pink Floyd on Volume 10, waiting for it all to happen - and happen it did. After my jaw started to go numb, I don't remember much about it, other than sitting there and being scared sh1tless because the furniture was moving in towards me and lining up to attack! I took refuge in the bathroom, sat on the toilet and lost control of my bowels. I must have been in there for a good six hours. No idea what the missus got up to, and when we eventually managed to find each other again neither did she. In the middle of the living room were the remains of the top tier of our wedding cake, which the outlaws had stipulated should only be brought out to celebrate the birth of their first grandchild - oops!
Ah well fcuk 'em, they never did approve of me anyway...