I've never willingly done any drugs, but on my 21st birthday someone spiked my pitcher of beer with a full tube of Dramamine.

not having really drank much beer before this I wasn't familiar with the taste and what being drunk feels like (drank Smirnoff once before that and puked on my friend's Christmas tree / presents on Christmas eve), so I ordered an IPA and thought.. this is bitter shit (it's still bitter minus the tube of pills) and not very tasty. whatever, it's my 21st so I start slugging it down.

about an hour later it's finished and i'm fairly drunk, but I start getting cottonmouth. weird, but whatever. maybe it's the IPA. we start heading back to the military dorm rooms and walk back to base. we ended up taking a shortcut across the golf course and I look down and the grass is growing up my legs like a beanstalk. didn't quite know wtf to think but I was about to freak out... so I sat down on a bench on the course. no idea where my friends were at but they were gone so I just sit there for a bit and try to digest why grass was trying to kill me. turn to my left and watched a c-130 taking off and then look to my right and there's the cartoon form of homer and marge simpson just sitting next to me on the bench. didn't say a word they just kept blinking at me with a face that made me think my face was ripped off.

I fucking sprinted back to my room... fell down 2-3 times and still have a big ass scar on my hands from it... and figured if I tried to go to sleep i'd be good by morning. once I turned the lights off I saw black widows with bat wings flying at my face. hiding under the covers didn't help either.

that shit lasted well into the next day too. low and behold two days later I got selected for a random piss screen test. it freaked me out so bad they told me who did it and it was a kid I didn't particularly like, so in lieu of me turning his ass in (once the test came back clear) I made him show me nudes of his gf and I got to punch him in the weiner.