I'm not sure there's really much more to be said, the title pretty much speaks for itself.
We've all done crazy things in our lives, especially when we're young, dumb, and full of psychoactive narcotics. If you've ever taken the drug ecstasy, you pretty much get it, right? You feel awesome, but your motor skills and overall presence of mind is exponentially diminished. Add to the fact that they're like Lays potato chips in the fact that once you've had one, more than likely you're going to want to have more.
On one such occasion, as I was fumbling around for another pill that I just spent my last $20 on, (that was a lot of money back then), I dropped it on the kitchen floor of my friend's apartment. Since your eyes can barely focus when you're fucked up on that evil shit, I inevitably lost sight of the rogue pill, even after hearing it clickity clack a couple times on the hard laminate floor. I looked and looked for that little fucker, growing more and more irritated before exiting the kitchen to employ the services of my also fucked up friends to look for it. We looked under the fridge, under the dishwasher, under the door jam...no little green pill. All the while, oblivious to the rest of us, my buddy's black lab had been wandering around the kitchen. Thinking nothing of the fact that a dog would bother to eat a tablet that tastes like an aspirin that's been festering up an old man's ass for a week, we didn't really think he was a threat to eat the missing pill.
Needless to say, we never found the ecstasy. The dog, after spending the evening in an unusually, wierdly calm manner, got sick soon after that night and passed away about a month later....whoops. I'll go to my grave thinking that the formerly beautiful, friendly, well groomed beast choked down a pill not meant to be consumed by a K-9, got some wierd cancer or something, and passed on to the flip-side. Though I feel bad, I can only hope that he enjoyed rolling his snipped balls off, at least for one night.
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