Far be it from Popcrunch to condone the consumption of household objects for the sole purpose of getting a quick and probably painful kick to the brain cells. Not our style, man. We wouldn’t touch this stuff if the last beer keg on earth had run dry, aspirins had been outlawed under international law and caffeine banned in all fifty states. But some do, and while the highs gained may rocket them to the moon, whistling “Zip-a-dee-doo-dah” out of their buttholes, the side-effects ensure it’s a long fall back to earth. The message is clear, kids: don’t try this at home.
This one’s pretty well-known among douchebags into cheap and not so cheerful highs. Mom sprinkles it in apple pie, where it not only tastes good but leaves you psychologically intact. Increase the dose to a couple of revolting tablespoons, however, and things start to turn weird. And sour. Myristicin, nutmeg’s active ingredient, creeps in, causing mild hallucinations and warm limbs, the effects of which peak after five painstaking hours. Why painstaking? Because by then you’ll have experienced other symptoms, like dizziness, nausea, flushes, constipation, a racing heartbeat, panic, and a mouth dryer than a camel’s armpit. Oh, and it can last for 48 hours. Bet you’re reaching for the jar right now. Read the rest of this entry »