I love talking to my parents high, they know I smoke Herb so I don't have to hide anything from them (although they will hide baggies in random places in my room if they see them out somewhere. Thats fucks me right off, but it's cool when you think you smoked it all, left some out, parents hide it and then a month later you find some wicked Herb). My parents take the piss out of me when I'm stoned, they'll look at me and I'll just go 'what? What've I done? Huh? Aaaahhh!'. Then they just laugh.
I love my parents.