Hmm so last night. I am watching Connan' O Brien and smoking a bowl sitting in my room. when there is a knock on my door. I am high as hell and i slowely move my bowl out of sight. My ma is like did u take the dog out and i was like Ya... and then she was like whats that smell and I was like.. Hmm i dont know i have my window open so its probably outside.. Then she notices like 3 or so lighters, and she is what are these lighters for. I make some BS story up saying how flicking a lighter to me is like bitting my nails. and she believed me. Nah its either My ma doesnt care if I smoke (I am 20 btw) or she is losing her mind and thinks I actually have a thing for lighters. I couldnt believe I didnt get caught..
