So I decided to make firecrackers tonight while everyone was out to dinner. Well everything went fine, and I was about to get up to take them out of the oven in a minute until I heard someone opening the door. Yeah, they were home. With friends, my mom, and their friends' moms. "It smells like you're burning plastic." But when they finally all went in the living room and got distracted by the dog, I discretely took them out of the oven, put them in a Tupperware container, and snuck them RIGHT past a group of about 7 people. Damn. But I'm about to mow these bitches down and be baked for the rest of the night. Have a good Friday night, everyone!
a cracker with peanut butter and weed cooked together. you eat it, you get high. a great advancement in human society if you ask me