Lets all together tell a story

Sally stood before an international audience in reception of her prize, on live television broadcast to every country in the world, and made a plea to the world to remember the enchantment of christmas when we were all children, and that this experience could be transported into every waking moment of our present lives. That the world had been given a fresh leaf today, and everyday... and that we can all make a difference.
She said that one obstacle had been overcome, but that a much greater obstacle lay ahead for mankind, and that we could only overcome it together...... that obstacle is ourselves.

 

And everyone clapped and cheered.

The End.

 

yes the end by the doors started to play from the giant speakers and everyone started smoking herb and realised to themselves that the end is really just a new begining ................just then .......

 

i always liked to sit at the end by the doors. just made me feel more secure, being able to notice who or what walked in, before it or them noticed me.

and this was one of those times that made me glad that i did.

of course the place was mellow enough otherwise, with everyone, or nearly everyone kickin back and mellowing.

klicken had told me to wait for him here, but with what came next i thought i'd worn out where i was sitting long enough, and the fox would be pretty unlike to walk into the middle of it. not without more backup aces up his sleeve then i was able at that moment to immagine.

he and i would both live another day.

=^^=
.../\...

 

going through the patch of 4 foot tall mushrooms with red caps and white dots, the hero finds a packed bowl of weed with crystals and it was all purple with hairs. A gentle breeze kicked up and blew the limbs of the 60 foot marsh weed trees. A grumbly old gnome climbed up on a shroom and lit a briar pipe.

 

Said grumbly old gnome was quite a disheveled little thingie named Gina.

Gina Briarpipe.

Now, I shall cut to the chase and explain the series of adverse happenings which sent Mr. Briarpipes happy day down the (interpret this word as you will) shoot.

Ginas nasal rash had progressed into an advanced form of Narnacles; nose barnacles.

Itch and itch, did Gina, unwittingly making way for the final stage of advanced Narnacles: Lamb trees.

And out from a single Narnacle shot the delicate stem of the wonderful plant, an emaciated lamb at the end.

 

"Why, look who we have here," Gina said to himself and the world in a heavy Irish accent, "Are ya goin ta smoke my beautiful plant ladie? It just so happens to be my medicine for this hour."

Our hero, who's name is Corbin Tone, looked up from the plant and said "This gorgouse plant is also a medicine?"

"Why, O'cor it is. Not much it don't cure, exept the herpes, lucky me I don't heve it, eh?" Gina let out a laugh that echoed through themushroom pach that turned into a mushroom forest.

Then they smoked and drank shroom tea because its taken for ever for the next part of the story and its been a long time since they had any green,

 

And they went to their World History class and then the shrooms kicked in and Gina looked around and saw everyone rocking their desks front and back and so she decided to it, too. And turns out, she was the only one rocking her desk.

(I said this, because this happened to me once on mushrooms.)

 

Suddenly it dawned on them - their regular teacher was missing! A substitute was in his place, one nobody had ever seen before. The dude was old, man .. . really old. He got up and introduced himself and said the topic of the day might be a sidestep from their normal studies, as he intended to talk about world history following WWII and the remainder of the 20th Century. Nearly 2 minutes into his talk, the entire class came to the realization that something about that substitute was a bit strange .. was the dude stoned? What were those stories he told about fields of marijuana plants along the Cambodian border, or the pie plate sized platters of fine hashish from Denmark? He was in the Army during all that time and his job was what?????
Why do we keep doing these drugs and going to class? That guy was pretty good!

 

And just as they thought things couldn't get better, Professor Marsh reached into his jacket and brought out a nice fat blunt, which he proceeded to light. After taking two deep drags, he handed it to the nearest student and said, "Take two puffs and pass to the left."

 

Wait no, there's a wall to the left. Take two puffs and pass to the right. We'll all feel a great buzz before anything else needs to be discussed. Just open that window, please. I can't have the regular teacher appear in here before long and the whole room reek of weed.

 

Well, all the students were feeling pleasantly buzzed, and then the regular teacher walked in everybody was vaguely worried that he'd be angry, but all did was ask for a hit. Unfortunately, the last student had smoked away the rest of the joint, and THEN the teacher was angry. "Can't I leave you guys alone for a minute without people smoking away my prized, home-grown marijuana?" he railed. However, nobody payed any attention, and the teacher just went and sat in the corner while the substitute started talking about Afghanistinian poppy fields.

 

And all of a sudden, they all realized they were sitting in a poppy field! The student who had finished the rest of the joint said, "Whoa, that was some really strong shit!"

 

The teacher sucked on his sugar cube, and he laid down into the poppies and stared at the clouds. Then it started to rain caramels. All the students and the substitute teacher reached their hands up to the beautiful purple sky and grabbed handfuls of caramels. Then the generous butterfly that gave the teacher the sugar cube, indeed began passing out sugar-cubes to the substitute and the students. The caramels turned into snow and the poppies turned into a yellow brick road. The followed the yellow brick road, saying, "acid, caramel and poppies, oh my!"

 

I like this one



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Returning to the classroom environment was almost a surreal experience, rather like coming out of a dream. The substitue teacher was inviting discussion from the class. It was the first time anyone had talked to them about a war in such a way that it almost sounded like a fun adventure with some horrifying situations thrown in. It was also the first occasion so many actually participated rather than falling asleep. The old guy had a talent for telling some good stories. Maybe he'd be back.

 

Suzie, who was sitting in the far corner of the class, ran out the door.

Running through the locker bound halls in search of the replacement teacher, she dropped a book -

When she got to the end of the hall, the teacher was no where to be seen!
Surveying the mess she made, her muddy feet on the sterile floor, she noticed a book-
Her book!

Flipping through the empty journal, she came to the last page, as she peered deeper into the centre of the paper,
Her eyes widened!

Staring in disbelief at the...

 

Index. The index had only one directory. And that was to the Vietnam War. Surely this could be a fluke, right? Surely she had seen more content than just the Unpopular War, as it was called among the protesters and the politicians of the 1960s. But what she didn't expect to see was Nixon falling out of the book, dressed in black with a bowler hat on his head. He shook the naughty finger in her face and said...

 

"Oh, you bad, bad girl!...Look what you've done, I was traveling through time because I wanted to go to year 3000 and see if Earth still exists and you just had to distract me on my way!..."....Suzie was a bit confused, she didn't know what she did to distract Nixon, although she later remembered her grandma telling her about some special skills she had....It all began with Suzie's great-great-great-grandmother who first realized she had these special skills when she.....

 

..was tripping. Suzies great-great-etc-grandmother was a very intersting individual.