BROWNIE MADNESS

invalid@example.com (Pitbull420), Pitbull420
Sat, 29 Mar 2025 01:38:07 +0000
Real Stories

I consider myself a seasoned smoker. Joints, bongs, pipes—you name it, I’ve conquered it. But edibles? That’s a whole different beast. A sneaky, backstabbing, time-warping beast.

It all started when my buddy Dave, a self-proclaimed "ganja gourmet," handed me a Tupperware container of brownies. "These are special," he said with a grin, winking like a cartoon villain. "Just eat half of one, bro. Seriously."

Now, I don't know if it was arrogance or pure stupidity, but I looked at those...