So I got home and ate all of them.
Not because they were cannabis, because they were delicious brownies.
I been partaking (in the devil's lettuce) every day since aught' 1985 so I have a bit of a tolerance.
It wasn't gonna be a big deal until Olive flipped the script.
I thought I was done doing anything useful for the day.
Then Olive approached me with a handful of towels and a paper bag full of stuff.
"Hey I need you to give me a bikini wax."
What an ordeal that turned out to be.
I have done this a few times, it comes with lots of giggles but it's never actually pleasant. "Operation:unmentionables" came off well.
It was just a mighty surreal emotional rollercoaster.
