Crying Over Spilled Milk..

Before I dive into this long story that happened to me and Jason the other day (I think it was Sunday night; we both worked closing shifts and I drove over to toke it up), I should probably introduce myself. Call me sunny. In Jason's post, you can kinda guess my age and probably everything else because I'm very typical. I hold a job and go to school, yada yada yada. But I do have very, very stoned adventures with all my pot-lovin' friends, and Jason and I therefore think completing a Stoner's Achievements list would be ballin'. But nobody can forget the adventures us high bums like to have...


So, long day goes by, I finish my eight hour shift at this tasty burrito-makin' restaurant. You could kinda guess what restaurant; I mean, I'm only in the midwest, not very many popular choices that are international..

then BAM.

Gettin' high on the road trip over to Jason aka El Duderino's house. I was listening to Dr. Drew most of the time, but eventually just chilled in the driveway where he lives until he got there. Dr. Drew is that type of guy I'd always wanna meet, but he's the only person that could ever make me ashamed of smoking. I respect him a lot, but I hope he realizes how I'm getting a degree full-time while working over-time.... every day. But I still manage everything. I pass all my classes, regardless if I get stoned every so often (or every day, haha!)

The joint route began soon after. And apparently, Jason got some fire shit.

We stopped by a gas station, but Jason kinda had a problem buying his gummy worms, skor bar and a pint of 2% milk. When the cashier decided to swipe his card, he went to take it from the cashier's hand, and the cashier kinda fought him over the card for a few seconds (too long when you're kinda stoned by then).

Needless to say, everybody knew from the giggles following that everybody knew we were stoned. You feel the spotlights being put on you, so you just stand there wondering what they're staring at, ignoring the fact you feel stoned.. but not really thinking what just happened was that funny at all, LOL.

Which kinda foreshadows the proceeding scenario over spilled milk:

While we continued on the joint route, we kinda got lost along the way (the usual for us). But then, a deer popped its head out of the side of the road, and said hello while Jason slammed his mother fucking brakes. Talk about catching a chill deer in spotlights. However, because of the deer (or so Jason swears ), the 2% flooded the carpet below him, getting everywhere; I gave him newspapers to clean it all up.

                                                           Stoned motherfucker, amirite?

It was weird because I was stoned off my ass so it looked as if that deer kinda just stopped and looked at us for a while out of curiosity. I had to honk to get the fucker to runaway.

Moral of this high adventure? Don't be a deer caught in spotlights at a motherfucking QT. The embarrassment subsides, but the memory is still there. And definitely do NOT spill milk in your car while high--- the clean up is brutal, with sour milk odor wafting around your car the next day...

xoxo

sunny