aaronidiot

Another weekend of anti-social aaron. My parents are gone now, and am I ever glad to see them go. My father now knows I smoke "doobies". My parents were over at my place, I went to my room for a bit to polish of a bone, and after I had just finished, my father comes to visit me in my room. He walks in and says "Either that's some weird incense you are burning, or that's a doobie." I responded simply by saying "Doobie." The conversation stopped there. Big christian father now feels like a failure I am sure, he's gonna go back to his big church in Nebraska and pray for me ... HA! So my parents left on Sunday, so I rolled a huge blunt and we sat down, and smoked all of sunday away, it was most excellent. Right now, I feel a bit fuzzy from yesterday still ... yup.