It can be quite a nightmare when after a massive purge at the peak of a mushroom trip, to have the shitter get plugged and watch in horror as the water and shit level goes up and up and up seemingly with no end in sight! Just as it threatenes to cascade over the rim and down onto the carpet the churning, seething, boiling mess halts and slowly begins to recede. Then you flush the fucker again and this time you've done it! Shits & giggles and be thankful (hopefully) you are not at your house!

Or let's say you are sitting there on the throne, watching the towels blowing in the imaginary wind, and the ceiling doing its Japanese wood-cut puzzle thing, and listening to the way the tiny room reverberates with each fart, gastrointestinal gurgle, or hissing vocalization...and after a half hour or so you get it together, somewhat, and decide that it's time to leave the bathroom and venture back out into the world. You get up, do your clothes up, and manage to get a few steps out the door before you realize that both of your legs are asleep and are quickly, and exponentially telling you that they had rather wished to remain that way! So you fall to the floor writhing in the agony of what normally would be described as the 'pins and needles,' however, in this case the description fails to entertain the true depths of sensation being experienced! Good fun!