| | 10090 | | I made some marijuana brownies one day, and when I left them to cool my mother came home from work and ate almost half of them. She had never been stoned before, and when she got the massive hit she curled up in a ball on the ground in her room, screeming that she was dieing. She made me write her a new will, in which the goldfish would inherit the house. I never told her that it was brownies that made her so sick, and shes still convinced it was a bad oyster she had for lunch.
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