snipelfritz wrote:Fuzzy Fred wrote:So, I wake up on this fine sunday morning and think to my self, "self, let's go get high", so me and myself commence to smoke and get dunkin donuts. i get home and my mom asked where i went at 8am on a sunday and i told her i met a friend for coffee, and then my mom started to tell me this story about how she was telling one of her friends that i went out to colorado and didn't like the drug culture (LOL) and that she was so glad I would rather go get coffee than go get high.
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She knows man, and she's trying to guilt it out of you. But don't give in! You've got it maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaade!!!!!![]()
And sweet jesus, you were up at 8am? What's wrong with you man? It's 2 in the afternoon and I'm still in bed.
quite honestly, if my parents knew i smoked, they wouldn't do these bullshit jokes or whatever, they'd bitch me out.
I couldn't sleep, and got a few hours of sleep and thought weed would help. And I never sleep in