Weed Brownies - Very Experienced - Parental Lecture from Hell!
I'll start from the night before: It was a Monday night and I had work the next day but one of my best friends was leaving for Sydney the next day so I was roped into going out for a few beers. A few beers turned into a few 100 (as usual) and I ended up totally off my face, pretty much unable to talk or walk, and staggered into bed at about 4:30. I was violently woken up at about 7:30, and kicked out of my bedroom because we had a house inspection (our house is for sale). I was still totally smashed and somehow I had acquired a black eye the night before so I decided to take a sickie from work. Left hung over as a dog and with nowhere to sleep I went ‘round to my friends house and somehow woke him up (he had been drinking with me the night before) and convinced him to let me sleep on the spare bed in his room.
4-5 hours later we both woke up and were still drunk but non-the-less we decided to seize the day. My friend was down to his last two incredibly strong, mind-fucking hash brownies so we decided to scoff ‘em. As soon as that happened my rather insane mother who was none too happy at me for bludging work and getting pissed on a Monday, called my friend’s mum and announced she was coming over. She and my friend’s mum wanted to have a group ‘meeting’ to discuss our incessant alcoholism, which they were convinced had reached a crisis point. We tried to talk our way out of it in about 100 different ways because we knew that in about 30 minutes we were going to be totally out of our minds. ½ a piece of the brownies we had gets you more than roasted and we had a whole one each, which was a large enough dose to make you trip hard, almost on the same level as acid!
Anyway, we were shit scared and just as my mum knocks on the door we look at each other and start giggling insanely – it had begun!
My mum and his mum lead us into the living room and sat down, as did we, trying to muster our most concerned looks. Our mums launched into a killer lecture on the evils of alcohol and how little control we had, how much harm we were doing to our bodies etc etc. I was glancing at my friend and I praying to a higher power that I didn’t look like he did (his eyes were slits), and that our mums wouldn’t notice. We were fighting so hard and almost pulling it off. Getting progressively more and more fucked all the while we actually got a bit introspective and even sort of believed we were drunks and that our parents had a point. We were even participating in the conversation – albeit in a nonsensical manner – which luckily our mums attributed to us being extremely hung over. The conversation was drawing to an end when my mum said “you boys are so irresponsible, you drink so much!” and for some unknown reason my friend replied “yeah, and you don’t even know the half of it!” – a shameless reference to the brownies we had just munched and our secret stoner lives. He said it with this ridiculously sheepish guilty look on his face. This proved too much for me and after choking down giggles for a few seconds I let loose with a cacophony of roaring laughter. I laughed until there were tears rolling down my cheeks as did my friend, who obviously got lost in the hilarity of the situation as well.
By the time we had regained our composure our parents were absolutely fuming and thought the whole conversation we were just laughing at them inwardly and didn’t hear a word they’d said. Luckily my mum left in disgust and we grabbed our shit and raced down to the movies to the howls of protests of my mate’s mum.
Needless to say it took a while to convince my mum that I believed she had a point. I am still grateful she didn’t work out I was fucked off my nut on brownies at the time. If that had happened I don’t think I would be alive!!!
Anyone else had any messy parental encounters??
I'll start from the night before: It was a Monday night and I had work the next day but one of my best friends was leaving for Sydney the next day so I was roped into going out for a few beers. A few beers turned into a few 100 (as usual) and I ended up totally off my face, pretty much unable to talk or walk, and staggered into bed at about 4:30. I was violently woken up at about 7:30, and kicked out of my bedroom because we had a house inspection (our house is for sale). I was still totally smashed and somehow I had acquired a black eye the night before so I decided to take a sickie from work. Left hung over as a dog and with nowhere to sleep I went ‘round to my friends house and somehow woke him up (he had been drinking with me the night before) and convinced him to let me sleep on the spare bed in his room.
4-5 hours later we both woke up and were still drunk but non-the-less we decided to seize the day. My friend was down to his last two incredibly strong, mind-fucking hash brownies so we decided to scoff ‘em. As soon as that happened my rather insane mother who was none too happy at me for bludging work and getting pissed on a Monday, called my friend’s mum and announced she was coming over. She and my friend’s mum wanted to have a group ‘meeting’ to discuss our incessant alcoholism, which they were convinced had reached a crisis point. We tried to talk our way out of it in about 100 different ways because we knew that in about 30 minutes we were going to be totally out of our minds. ½ a piece of the brownies we had gets you more than roasted and we had a whole one each, which was a large enough dose to make you trip hard, almost on the same level as acid!
Anyway, we were shit scared and just as my mum knocks on the door we look at each other and start giggling insanely – it had begun!
My mum and his mum lead us into the living room and sat down, as did we, trying to muster our most concerned looks. Our mums launched into a killer lecture on the evils of alcohol and how little control we had, how much harm we were doing to our bodies etc etc. I was glancing at my friend and I praying to a higher power that I didn’t look like he did (his eyes were slits), and that our mums wouldn’t notice. We were fighting so hard and almost pulling it off. Getting progressively more and more fucked all the while we actually got a bit introspective and even sort of believed we were drunks and that our parents had a point. We were even participating in the conversation – albeit in a nonsensical manner – which luckily our mums attributed to us being extremely hung over. The conversation was drawing to an end when my mum said “you boys are so irresponsible, you drink so much!” and for some unknown reason my friend replied “yeah, and you don’t even know the half of it!” – a shameless reference to the brownies we had just munched and our secret stoner lives. He said it with this ridiculously sheepish guilty look on his face. This proved too much for me and after choking down giggles for a few seconds I let loose with a cacophony of roaring laughter. I laughed until there were tears rolling down my cheeks as did my friend, who obviously got lost in the hilarity of the situation as well.
By the time we had regained our composure our parents were absolutely fuming and thought the whole conversation we were just laughing at them inwardly and didn’t hear a word they’d said. Luckily my mum left in disgust and we grabbed our shit and raced down to the movies to the howls of protests of my mate’s mum.
Needless to say it took a while to convince my mum that I believed she had a point. I am still grateful she didn’t work out I was fucked off my nut on brownies at the time. If that had happened I don’t think I would be alive!!!
Anyone else had any messy parental encounters??
