#1 Yeah, I remember those Friday nights blazing up with my brother at his friend's house. The other kid lived with his grandparents who were always away and his aunt that was a pothead too. We would get totally wasted and laugh our asses off while watching "Hill Street Blues", then raid grandma's kitchen making all kinds of culinary concoctions. Like cheeseburgers using pancakes for buns. We'd stumble home around midnight and go to bed.
I haven't touched it since 1989 and never will again.
#1 Yeah, I remember those Friday nights blazing up with my brother at his friend's house. The other kid lived with his grandparents who were always away and his aunt that was a pothead too. We would get totally wasted and laugh our asses off while watching "Hill Street Blues", then raid grandma's kitchen making all kinds of culinary concoctions. Like cheeseburgers using pancakes for buns. We'd stumble home around midnight and go to bed.
ReplyDeleteI haven't touched it since 1989 and never will again.
As we all slow down metabolically we can't afford the munchies if nothing else.
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