yeah im about to deep fry some.... puts oreos in oil too fast causing greasy explosian... the firey oil hits the still wet walls igniting the entire kitchen Shit dude
I had to go get my dogs.... yes, we have to have LOTS of dogs, and they are always running in and out of the scene, stealing stash bags and flutes and people's clothes ect. LOTS of dogs.
yer right... a foreign language must be incorporated how about whenever things get real hectic... I start shouting in spanish as loud as i can and as fast as i can... french just doesnt sound as funny or i could speak n clicks and whistles when im stoned
-runs away screaming "ahh..the apocalypse!! ahhhhh!!"- but soon forgets..and starts working on a mosaic of fire later being confused as to why the hell she chose to do one of fire..
no mayn PILLIPPE i was talkin bout phil broseph and mama, we need like..some goats too. billy goats and a goose or two..
Mom: That's OK, Stoner Son. Dad is building an other one at the other end of the house. Here's some organic, tofu stuffed, carob oreos I just baked honey (Is she one of ours?) Random Girl: Ewee.
later... walk into the kitchen to make more oreos and see charred walls and embers everywhere and chris standing in the middle of the kitchen with a fire extinguisher and a very mad look on his face and i say "shit dude... what happened here" "i dont know why dont you tell me?" "oh yeah... i burned the kitchen down... i forgot... sorry bud... hey does the oven still work?"
Mom is on your side, she thinks she MAY have given birth to you, anyway. insanejester is the one I am always grounding, anyway.....
Random Stoner Son can go live in the Freak Out Tent that StonerBill set up in the back 40 when Dad gets upset with him. Then Mom misses him and he moves back on the couch (after moving 2 or 4 dogs and a chicken.)
even though he looks like NONE of us we need a child who does no drugs..and is a total goody goody..book nerd..who always stays in his room and studys or something.... and we need CHILDREN! like babies or toddlers.. those poor babies don't have a chance
"hey... MOM?.. yer my mom right? well anyway these guys from fibaye are at the door... they're asking questions about a garden i offered them a hit but they refused... anyway they wanna talk to you big mama... big mama: "fibaye?" Me:" i think thats how you say it... it's printed on their shirts" big mama: answers door and sees the guys at the door... she reads the shirt (FBI)