Brownie tales: Dad Gets Dosed!

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 ...."
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LOL...how long did you leave him in the car?

hahahah thatz sum funny shit

lmfao thats great g0g0g0 dad :D

LOL
thats a tight story dude. I've wanted to bring a plate of THC treats to a family gathering ever since i learned about herbs cookability :D

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Originally Posted by RESiNATE

LOL...how long did you leave him in the car?

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Dude, if there's beer involved, both Byker and Byker's Dad will be belly up at the bar drinking it!

As I remember I did hold the door for him as he went in. I got a bottle and started reading the paper. He saw a couple of his work buddies there and waddled up to 'em with a big ol' shit eatin' grin on his face. His interest in drinking with me lasted about as long as a Homer Simpson attention span minute.

Not a problem, though. I hit the head to go smoke a bowl.
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This is a great story! I can only my dad getting high.... LOL