LOL keystroke, that reminds me when I was teenager, when my parents didn't "know" I smoked pot, one morning, I smoked shitloads of weed and claimed I was "sick" and my eyes was so red and small, and dad came up to my bedroom and said "gee, oh my god, you LOOK sick!" and rushed to the phone to call my homegroup teacher that I was "unable to attend school, he got some fever" but actually I was nicely stoned in my warm bed and Dad was somehow nice to me, and made me some breakfast, his wicked hash browns (lol... not by real hash) and freshed squeezed OJ while I ate them in my bed, and slept most of the day, while he was "worried" about my "condition", he was practially my personal slave for rest of the day LOL... meeting my requests for munchies -
and everytime he went outside, I pulled more cones and blowed the smoke in my "tolietroll cardboard filter" which I filled up with cottonballs and toliet paper to "filter-out" the smoke... hehehe just made me look more wasted and made him more worried about my "condition"
Got stack of mum's prized german, swiss, finnish, euorpean made sisccors scattered all over the place interstate and fuck knows where that she loved so much for her clothes making hobby when she needs to cut materials, mum blames my brother, and now these sisccors are now long lost somewhere over the years because I need them to mull up my weed and forgot where I placed them. Gee, they were fucking good ones, nice'n'sharp for good mulling up sessions and saved from my hands from cramped up from hours of mulling.