Byker
11-03-2004, 10:17 PM
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, my bud and I cooked up a bunch of brownies. They tasted okay, but they were pretty dry. You needed a lot of milk to douse them with. You also needed patience, because a brownie buzz takes half hour, forty-five minutes to get you stoned. It's easy to eat too many brownies and then discover yourself too high to get out of the beanbag chair to go take a pee.
So we had a couple extras. I brought one home and stuck it in the fridge, way at the back. Forgot about it for a day or two, then came back to get it and --
-- IT WAS GONE!
"Shit!", I thought. "My mother must have thought it was something gross hanging around and threw it out."
About an hour after that, I was watching the tube, and my dad came in the room. "Want to go and get a beer?", he said.
Now, at the time, I was about a month legal to drink. He'd never asked me if I wanted to get a beer with him. So I said, "How come?".
Says he, "I dunno. Just thought it might be the time to wet my whistle." That's something he would say.
So I looked at him. Oh ... yeah, yeah, okay. I get it.
"Dad," I asked, "did you happen to eat my brownie that I stuck at the back of the fridge?". "Yeah," he said. "It was really dry, too. I think that's why I want a beer."
Or maybe it's because you're going down on your ass soon, and you'd like a nice bottle of Bud to help you along.
So I said, "Sure, let's go get a beer. Mind if I drive?".
"No," he says. "I think I'd like you to drive. I think I'd like to look out the window and watch the world go by ...."
:D
So we had a couple extras. I brought one home and stuck it in the fridge, way at the back. Forgot about it for a day or two, then came back to get it and --
-- IT WAS GONE!
"Shit!", I thought. "My mother must have thought it was something gross hanging around and threw it out."
About an hour after that, I was watching the tube, and my dad came in the room. "Want to go and get a beer?", he said.
Now, at the time, I was about a month legal to drink. He'd never asked me if I wanted to get a beer with him. So I said, "How come?".
Says he, "I dunno. Just thought it might be the time to wet my whistle." That's something he would say.
So I looked at him. Oh ... yeah, yeah, okay. I get it.
"Dad," I asked, "did you happen to eat my brownie that I stuck at the back of the fridge?". "Yeah," he said. "It was really dry, too. I think that's why I want a beer."
Or maybe it's because you're going down on your ass soon, and you'd like a nice bottle of Bud to help you along.
So I said, "Sure, let's go get a beer. Mind if I drive?".
"No," he says. "I think I'd like you to drive. I think I'd like to look out the window and watch the world go by ...."
:D