PradaPretty
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So. Wow.
I have this friend that recently started smoking pot. To, you know, take the edge off, right?
We all know that it has a different effect on different people. It's not for everyone.
I've smoked pot with him twice before, and there was really no change. I kind of figured that maybe he wasn't getting high. Well, tonight I pulled out the bong.
About fifteen minutes after we smoked a bowl, he starts staring into the air with this horrible look of sadness on his face. I put on some Sublime, thinking that maybe some happy music would lighten his spirits. I was playing Slayer.
I ask him why he's looking so sad, and he says that he's just thinking. I tell him to think happy thoughts. About things that make him smile. So he sits there and giggles randomly and then won't tell me what's so funny. Ok, fine. I'll look around on the internets while you're in your own little world over there. As long as he's having a good time.
So, then he starts crying. And talking about how things upset him. I listen to his troubles and comfort him the best I can.
Then he starts giggling. It goes like this: giggle, cry, giggle, cry, giggle, cry. And there's no break between any of these. It's instant. He's an emotional train wreck at this point.
So yeah. Should I never get Mr. Debbie Downer high again?
I have this friend that recently started smoking pot. To, you know, take the edge off, right?
We all know that it has a different effect on different people. It's not for everyone.
I've smoked pot with him twice before, and there was really no change. I kind of figured that maybe he wasn't getting high. Well, tonight I pulled out the bong.
About fifteen minutes after we smoked a bowl, he starts staring into the air with this horrible look of sadness on his face. I put on some Sublime, thinking that maybe some happy music would lighten his spirits. I was playing Slayer.
I ask him why he's looking so sad, and he says that he's just thinking. I tell him to think happy thoughts. About things that make him smile. So he sits there and giggles randomly and then won't tell me what's so funny. Ok, fine. I'll look around on the internets while you're in your own little world over there. As long as he's having a good time.
So, then he starts crying. And talking about how things upset him. I listen to his troubles and comfort him the best I can.
Then he starts giggling. It goes like this: giggle, cry, giggle, cry, giggle, cry. And there's no break between any of these. It's instant. He's an emotional train wreck at this point.
So yeah. Should I never get Mr. Debbie Downer high again?