Here’s what happened at dinner:
I am a man of my word but I couldn’t dream of taking 8 grams of THC and I am not sure I could’ve feasibly consumed it. I did the right thing and ate a 300mg delicious gingerbread cookie chocolate bar. I drove to the restaurant and easily ate the bar in 5 minutes. Succulent.
I showed up late, chips and salsa were already on the table. I could already tell that I was in for a bad time. I texted my wife that this tweet was doing numbies but did not inform her that I was consuming a delightful 300mg THC chocolate bar before eating with her coworker (a manager at her company).
I was keeping it together and keeping up with the conversation until about the 20 minute mark. At this point I had consumed a basket of chips, tasty salsa, 3 topo Chicos, and I ordered steak nachos for dinner. (For some reason I thought they would be easier to eat).
I couldn’t understand a word anyone was saying but would regularly reply “absolutely” “I totally agree” and “so good.” Everyone was buying it but I was blasting off like team rocket. About this time, I checked my phone and saw that the original post was ding parabolic numbies. I let out a little chuckle and my wife asked me what I was laughing at. She could tell I was cooked out of my mind. Not happy.
The nachos came and my motor skills were highly impaired. I was so high that my bootyhole was tingling (could’ve just been the nachos). The jig was up. The couple with us was not particularly excited that I was as schlumped like Stephen Hawking at the table. I ordered another topo choico and the waiter informed me that I had a full topo chico right in front of me.
Everyone played it cool but my wife was pissed (I haven’t satisfied my wife in years). Toward the end of dinner a guy approached our table and called me by my name. I promise you I’ve never seen this man before in my life. He spoke to me for about 45 seconds and certainly noticed something was amiss after my third “it’s great to see you again, brother”
As we left the restaurant my wife inspecting eyes and determined that I was “high as shit” and deemed me unfit to drive home.
Thank you all for being here, this thread has done mega-numbies. Follow The Lord of Leisure for more wacky bullshit.
An English bloke putting on an accent gets the special ‘refugee’ price for tickets.
English people shouldn’t have to pay MORE to see their own cultural sites.
Mad.