” before I headed over, just to know what I was expecting. I’m strawberry soymilk”), I’d know she was really baked.
A blind date once asked me to meet him near his office.
Apparently, an angel had formed in the clouds and had spoken to her.
She then told me, at length, about the “new” ideas she was having concerning marijuana and spirituality.
When I arrived, he said he had to go home to walk his dog — an odd start to the date, but why not?
We went on a long walk with the dog, and afterwards, somehow he convinced me to enter his apartment.
I wasn’t really into him, because he was a stoner and worse, a ginger.And I wouldn’t have, except he hugely overdid it, and curled up on his bed whimpering “I’m so high, I’m so high,” while I watched This is how I’d know my boyfriend is a stoner.I send him out to the grocery store with a list that reads, “Salmon, portobella mushrooms, cous-cous, lemons, and cilantro.” An hour later I’m wondering why he’s taking so long since the store is five minutes away.” Suffice it to say, I didn’t see my sister for the rest of the night. My girlfriend had recently been giving me a hard time for driving her around while I was stoned.I asked my buddy about it, and he had a classic response: “Yeah, Liz [his girlfriend] was a little bit shook up about that too.