ee8605 No.406
>3rd plateau DXM trip alone in bedroom have Funkadelic playing
>dancing harder than a gay man on cocaine from the 70s
>mom walks in
>asks me what I’m doing
>she looks freaked the fuck out
>i get worried as fuck and blurt out the first thing that comes to mind
>i tell her I’m practicing for interpretive dance classes
>she just kind of walks away with this shameful look on her face
>mfw she signs me up for dance classes
>decide to go to the shitty class because I have nothing better to do
>decide to use drugs in the class to dance better, whenever i go to the class i am fucked up on LSA, Shrooms or dxm
>class is mostly faggot hipsters and i feel like fucking there day up
>i become the best dancer in the class as all the sober faggots fall behind
>evilgrin.png
>find out the class has a whole dancing competition/league behind it
>decide to enter the league as i rise the ranks leaving all the starbucks faggots behind me
>evently get to the top of the dancing league (using drugs if course)
>get invited to a very private dancing competition very few people know about it but it’s some sort of pride thing between the upper ranked members there was also a 1000$ prize for first place
>ffw to the grand finals and it’s me and some faggot that does his dancing nude (this fuckers balls jiggled everywhere )
>decide this is the time to pull out all the stops I’m so I’m gonna take 3Gs shrooms and get to the 3rd plateau
>the day of finals i take the shrooms at my house and get a friend to drive me to walmart
>i go into walmart but at this point i am fucked up
>i go the pharmacy and grab the robo
>friend drives me to the place where the "danceoff" is going to happen
>i down the robo bottles and feel a little off
>i just assume it’s the robo’s shitty taste and shake it off
>i am tripping hardcore at this point but my guts are wrenching
>empty my pockets before i change my into my dancewear
>find the receipt and i decide to read it turns out it wasn’t robo that i bought it was Turbo-Lax
: >i channel my autism and say fuck it and go out anyway
>i start doing my normal routine and at one point i do a handstand
>i can feel my sphincter trying its hardest to hold it all it back
>when i start to go down from the handstand my gut gets twisted and this unleashes the wave of what can only be described as a stew of Shrooms, nachos and beer from hell
>the shitty stew shoots out of my asshole like the force of a thousand suns and shoots out of my pant legs into a whirlwind of shit
>at this point i realize what i had just done and stare at the judges in horror
>they give me this blank glossy stare as they standup and leave the room
>i know it’s all over at this point so i just go the bathroom to try and clean up but as I’m walking out the judges appear and announce the winner
>it was me i won fucking first place for my shit whirlwind
>they said they had never seen something so beautiful
>once the shock wore off i accepted the prize of 1000$
>mfw Turbo-lax won me 1000$