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@paul74
I worked at dog kennels when i was about fifteen as a Sunday job and one day my friend brought in some acid, which we duly took, and in our wisdom then decided to find the most scary dog we could and befriend it and make it happy. It made sense at the time. It was this big ugly white alsation. We let the dog out and then kind of forgot about it - the kennels were ring fenced. My mate wandered off in a bit of a haze so we went to find him, I rugby tackled him and then the next thing I know I had a dog hanging off my shoulder. It didn't let go for ages. I was tripping with my friends telling me 'er er it's pretty bad' and then my mum had to come and pick me up and take me to the hospital. I couldn't say to her I was tripping so just kind of rode it out. I hate needles too. So I had a hole in my shoulder, had to have an injection and then sit with my mum pretending everything was normal. Was kind of happy when that day finished.