me and my buddy had just finished smoking up my garage when i walked in my house and i started to smell something very good so i go in to my kitchen and my sister's there pulling out a tray of freshly baked cupcakes and she says we can have them
deummmmmm. im tryin to munch one of those bra! my bros dont make me shit. whether im blzed or not. like wtf? help me out right? and their like yr not retarded you make food. .... what? i am retarded. currently.
this cracks me up. my sister is a HUGE cook, makes some of the best food i've ever tasted, and i can't count how many times me and my friends would roll in the house, blazed as shit, to be welcomed by the smell of something amazing baking in the oven. i would always ask "are..those for everyone...??" and she would always say yes. good times