Celine Dion, huh? I'd tomahawk that fucktard Jimmy Buffett before her, but that's acceptable.
Last time I did shrooms I was convinced I was floating through the fucking stars while I was laying on the floor on my back. I cried because it was so goddamn beautiful. Turns out the lights were just off and I was staring at the glow-in-the-dark stick-on stars my flavor of the week's little sister had stuck in the ceiling.
LSD, though. LSD was a mean bastard to me. I thought there were fucking jellyfish coming out of the walls, a shit-ton of them. Like, I'm talking thousands of 'em, and they were the fucking stinging type. Or I thought, anyway. Turns out I just scratched the hell out of myself in my panic.
I've actually seen Santa Claus Conquers the Martians. Funny as hell. Not as funny as Surf Nazis Must Die! or Plan 9 From Outer Space, though. Or the fucking Wicker Man remake with Nick Cage. Worst remake of an good movie ever.
Funny, considering I was fucking talking about how bullshit Foreigner is.