I call my friend late at night and he tells me, in a voice of absolute panic, that I picked a bad time to talk. He tells me he is lost in the woods and someone is chasing him with a gun. He says he doesn't want to talk because the person might hear him, and then hangs up. He's not the prankster type, so I didn't think he was kidding. I worried for hours, thinking my friend is going to be killed or sodomized by some backwoods rednecks and eventually I got another call from my other friend who was with him. Apparently they went out to pick magic mushrooms and my friend decided to eat them all while he was out there and he started tripping balls. He thought he heard gunshots and ran off into the woods in the dead of the night. I nearly died laughing. Aren't drugs fun?
