Me and my friend Ryan were sitting in my basement, when his dealer called and said he got some bomb ass mushies; so we ran over to his house and ate 1 cap each. About 30 minutes later we got back to my basement and tried and tried to figure out how to turn on the tv. Finally after about 20 minutes we gave up and went outside. I layed in the grass staring at the stars and the trees, while my friend ran upstairs to take a shit. While i was laying there people kept yelling my name. and a helicopter flew over my head and a bunch of mermaids jumped out and were screaming at me. When i looked at my phone i noticed that my friend had been gone for 5 hours.. I was still trippin HARD so i didnt really care and ate a couple stems. After trippin my balls off for about 3 more hours my friend Ryan finally shows back up; He told me he drove 2 1/2 hours into Oklahoma to take a shit because he thought that thats the only place he could take a shit...I love shrooms.
I knew Oklahoma was good for something besides pointing towards California and providing a northern escape from Texas, I just didn't know what it was until I read this story.
